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Amelda lay back in his lazyboy, staring at the ceiling. There was nothing to do. This wasn't much different than other day. He shrugged a bit, eyeing people out his window. A young boy, and an older kid were making a snow man... everyone seemed in the Christmas cheer. Amelda was just... not. Maybe if he had someone to make a snow man with ( Read more... ) -
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"Do you like girls, onii-chan?"
A blush. "O-of course not! Girls have cooties... you should watch out for those."
"....Really? Cooties? What are cooties? Do they hurt?"
"There bad. Trust me."
"But what aaaaare they~?"
"Stop annoying me, Miruko! I'm going to bed..."Amelda sat in his rolly chair, resting head on the desk before him. Reminiscing ( Read more... ) -
Okay then...
Okay. I never read the newspaper. Either I don't care or I don't like boring the hell out of myself.
...But I was bored already...
"There were 57 people on the plane, two of which were the famous King of Games, Motou Yuugi, and Kaiba Seto, CEO of Kaiba Corp. ..."
So Kaiba's dead?
Wow.
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Trees danced as the wind played its repetitive song. It really was quite chilly in Domino this time of year, even when a body had lived in these parts long enough to adjust to its raw temperatures. It wouldn't help, per say, if you barely wore any clothing at all. Well, that's a little rash. If you wore nothing but a traditional lavender sports bra ( Read more... ) -
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Light poured it's unwelcome rays into one certain red-head's hotel room. Amelda groaned as the sun bathed him, making the blanket he was under hotter than necessary. He ran his fingers through his unruly hair, and sat up, wincing from the sleep that wanted so desperately to consume him. Nng... Why did they have to put the bed *here*?! It really was ( Read more... )
