Geez, where does the time go? I can only think it's all the people I've got lying about that's doing it...taking up the time. Well, and jobs and school and planning for Yokohama and looking for a new apartment ( Read more... )

[Ooc: Backdated to early April--probably about the fifth or sixth.]Touya sat under the cherry trees and silently wished he'd brought another book along. Things were getting downright boring and his only company were corporate peons forced out of their offices by their higher-ups ( Read more... )

[Ooc: Backdated to 1st April]He snuck into the house before the sun did. "Hey, I'm on time, right?" he asked quietly as he went to the kitchen ( Read more... )

Kingdom of...Salad? What?

Touya folded one of Kokoro's uniform blouses and set it on top of her 'school' pile. "Look, I don't mind," he said, picking up another shirt.

"I mind!" Haru said, passing Touya a folded pair of slacks. "I didn't know you were going to feel like you had to move out ( Read more... )

[OoC: Backdated to Friday March 14th, obviously. Had to get some stories straight.]For Touya, White Day officially started the night of the thirteenth because that was when he made his chocolate. Usually he just bought a pound of white chocolate and melted it into his rose molds but this year ( Read more... )

Tomorrow. Be findable.

He was doing a beautiful job of not thinking, focused only on the sound of running shoes hitting the paving, when reality called out to him ( Read more... )

Remembered something from last week--I think. If I quoted poetry... well, I wasn't trying to tell Nishimoto that I blamed you or him for anything. I was just saying that I had been trying, that's all.

Did I give Nakuru my cake?

ETA: We've got to talk.

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Subject: Just wonderingDad ( Read more... )