03 [MONDAY | EVENING (Late)]

[unfortunatelark]

Alright. So. I get this bloody e-mail with a link. Fine. That's good.

BUT WHY THE HELL DID IT HAVE TO BE THIS?!

I don't care even if the picture is a freaking fanart or something, butbutbut THIS IS SUCH A WASTE OF A GOOD SCRIPT

Get the fuck out of my inbox you bastard of a game!

Comments

[kabukinojoou]

Aww...Shitsuji-kun, don't you like it?

[unfortunatelark]

No I don't! This is a perfectly good Java script that ended up being used for...*shudders* Urgh. Fangirlism.

[kabukinojoou]

I actually thought it wa....wait, shitsuji-kun, could it be that you're good at programming?

[unfortunatelark]

Computers and the Internet in general, yeah.

[hiroshi_kubo]

E-mail? What E-mail? 0_0

[unfortunatelark]

I got this godforsaken e-mail linking to...to...a bastard game! It's horrible!

[hiroshi_kubo]

Huh... Wonder why I haven't got any. Not that I want it though. So, what so a bastard about it?

[unfortunatelark]

That was a perfectly good script for Java and it ended up being used for...*shudder*...fangirlism.

[unfortunatelark]

Oh. I guess I can...visit.

Maybe. It depends...I however, am no fan of mice. I'll see how our next meeting goes...

[hiroshi_kubo]

Well, it's always nice to meet new recruit.

If you ever need help, just holler. I practically lives in the rooftop.

[unfortunatelark]

...I never got your name. Ichinose Hibari.

The rooftop? Won't you get a cold up there?

[hiroshi_kubo]

Hmm? Yeah, at first. But it seems my body has grown accustomed to it. *shrugs* I can always crash in lounge if the weather went bad though.

Oh, yeah, sorry. *grins sheepishly* Kubo Hiroshi, *extends hand to shake*