Well that went... well.

Investigated Rikkai. That Sanada boy acts like he has a stick up his ass. Heh. He probably does. He did get a little starry-eyed when I mentioned his captain.

I wonder which one is Kirihara? I accidentally drank out of their water bottle. Oops.

Nooo, Ryoma did not get his snarkyness from me.

Eh? Rikkaidai is in the newspaper with my boy. Who is this upstart? Well, no matter. My son is an Echizen. *preens*

I think a little traveling is in order. *rumages in Nanako's makeup* Ohh, concealer. Perfect.

I think I'll take my camara, too. Who knows? I may find the Perfect Ass while I'm out. ^_~

( ooc note )

An really knows how to cheer a guy up. She sent me a lovely picture of the most Perfect Ass I've ever seen.

As soon as I feel better I'm going to go on a quest to find the owner of this most perfect of specimens. ^________^

( private )

I don't feel so good. And I think I have a fever. >.<

I think I'll just lock myself in my room.

I accidentally shrunk all of Ryoma's tennis uniforms.

Oops?

Wonder if I can blame it on Nanako. >.>

A cop actually came to my door.

He was waving around handcuffs, flashing a badge so quick I could barely see it, and backed me into my room while unbuttoning his shirt.

I can't believe how giddy he was when he saw that pole. That man can dance. And he knows how to use that police baton. Rawr ( Read more... )

Well, that was fun. Just put a swing in Kamio's room because the pole wouldn't fit. We even tested it, to make sure it would hold our weight.

Poor boy, he was so tired afterwards he fell asleep before I was even out the door.

Oh, and what did I do with the pole? Put it in Ryoma's room. *shrug* He needs to learn some grace.

I feel like going to the club tonight. I hear they got a new dancer.

Anyone want to come? *leer*

edit: Photos for fake IDs can be... arranged...

It's nice to hear that someone is getting some amusement from that photo, as the cop apparently didn't.

The old woman had just bailed me out (stupid bat kept snickering, I knew I should have called Inoue...) and just as I walk in the door this funky-smelling crap gets shoved in my face.

Well. I do hope you enjoy your day, dear son of mine, ( Read more... )

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