*Sees*...;AAA; D: Tell me tomorrow on MSN. I'm glad you didn't do anything though...And I'm glad that school made you feel better. Did you have...
That's good. I've been alright. 8D8 Anything new? *Squeezes*
Aww, I'm sorry. >< I wonder why. This is weird. I need my real MSN. ;A;
Klaire turned from him and nodded slowly, closing her eyes briefly before walking down the long hallway and to the foot of the stairwell and to her room. She definitely wouldn't get much rest now, but it was better than nothing. Besides, she had taken a nap before dinner. She took a deep breath and started to walk up the stairs slowly, trying to make sure not to be too loud as she reached her room. She could already hear Kanon moving around on her bed and giggled, sitting down on the edge of it, leaning her weapon against the wall, and pulling out her bag. Kanon wasn't like other cats. Along with herself, he had learned not to be picky with what he got to eat. Occasionally, she would try to surprise him with some fish or chicken, but he was grateful for anything. Delicately, she reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of lettuce, holding out her hand. The cat plopped down onto her lap and began to nibble at it, purring loudly. Yawning, the girl pulled her kitten to the side, leaving the bag open on the edge of the bed and climbing underneath the covers. She closed her tired eyes, curling up for warmth and burying her face in the cool pillow. She shivered, closing her eyes tighter and holding her knees to her chest. She couldn't tell how the day had been to her. But overall, she had gotten her weapon and was able to become an official member now. She had even met someone who didn't treat her like--well...Who offered to help her. She turned around onto her back and stared at the ceiling. It was a good day, when she really thought about it. She sighed and closed her eyes again, smiling slightly as she heard Kanon paw at the bag of lettuce. Before she knew it, she was drifting off to sleep.
*Gives* ;-; *Huggles* How are you doing...? Sorry for not replying on here for a while. I just refused to spend three hours replying to VMs...
*Holds you tight and squeezes you* :'D How have you been?~
I know. I'm thinking it'll be slightly more humorous than creepy though. :3 Only because of Johnny Depp and how they're portraying the Queen....
Oh, it's for calling Ramen-kun...Ramen. >: He told me you did, and I said I should slap you. xDD
Sorry for the late reply. :c It seems KHV finally doesn't take and hour to load...For now. Yeah. It just seems odd. I read something on where a...
I looked it up, and it looks similar to the one I use. But yours sounds so much clearer. Do you use any effects on your voice to do that? I don't...
<33 I'm so happy for you~
Well, now you know. xD Am I still invisible?
So you didn't do anything? xD I went to the movies with a girl friend.
When I saw this thread, I instantly thought of: "That's right...I'm Kira." For some reason.
It sucks. So bad. I can barely reply to VMs anymore because I refuse to waste an hour or two doing so.
Oh my. Um. o.o Oh dear. I need to gather my thoughts up on this. Could you possibly get on MSN? If not, I'll PM you in about ten minutes. <33
You're all going to hell.
So...hungry... The girl thought to herself. She was resting her head in her arms, her eyes half closed as she stared at the beige wall in front of her. She didn't even know how long she had been laying there anymore. The strawberry blonde kept glancing her way, and somewhere in her mind, Chrysilla hoped she would offer her something to eat just out of the kindness of her heart...but that wouldn't happen, this was a recession. She groaned into her sleeves, closing her eyes tightly and humming very quietly to herself. I should probably just leave here...She thought, opening her eyes again to glance at the wall. She should just go home and find something to eat there. Or even grab her money and come back. She stretched upwards, finally sitting straight in her seat and blinking the grogginess away. It wasn't long before she saw him. She blinked rapidly, trying to distinguish if it really was him after all. There was no mistaking it. Dark eyes, dark hair, tall, quiet, slightly disgruntle. It was him. Risit. She almost felt a heart attack coming on, her face going a deep red, the world slowing down, the symphony of angels singing, her soul fluttering. And then she realized, she looked absolutely horrible. Laying down for so long did no good for her hair, leaving it tangled and frizzed. Her eyes half-opened, tired, fighting to stay open. And maybe worse of all, she had been drooling. She yelped, clasping her hand quickly to her mouth after and pretending to cough before striding quickly to the counter to grab a napkin. She wiped the corner of her mouth and her arm of saliva and groaned, looking around before reaching into her pocket to quickly take out a piece of bubblegum, stuffing it into her mouth before realizing she had left the wrapper on. She coughed and sputtered spitting it out in the nearby trash can, moving back and bumping into a table. "O-ouch." She rubbed her back and sighed deeply, frowning and going back to her seat, sitting with her back towards Risit now and glaring at someone's coffee cup in front of her. She was so embarrassed. It's not like it was this cup's fault or anything, but she needed to take her frustration out somehow. Why was she so clumsy at the worse of times? She just hoped he wouldn't recognize her, since everyone else was staring.
"I...I don't want to fight at all." She repeated, stubborn. "But if there's anything you could possibly teach me I'll be willing to learn, I guess..." She shivered, finally seeing the Inn in the distance and picking up her pace until she was finally out of the woods, still holding onto her weapon with the utmost reluctance. She walked to the entrance, looking up at the sky. It was already looking lighter. She grimaced and sighed, pulling the small bag of lettuce out of her bag and thinking of Kanon before opening the door and walking inside. Instantly, she felt the warmth over her. "Well...Um." She frowned, why was she blushing? What was wrong with her? She felt silly, getting frustrated with herself so easily. She looked up at him, another confused and irritated look on her face. She hoped he didn't take it personally. "Goodnight, I guess." She mumbled.
Chrysilla walked down the the street with a soft sigh, looking up at the blue sky above her. She wondered exactly where she was planning to go. She just knew she didn't necessarily want to be in one place at the moment. She could go to a bakery? She hadn't brought any money. Or maybe to the park? She would be too giddy. With a groan, she kept walking forward. With her luck, she would end up walking in a full circle home and right back to where she started. There had to be something. And it didn't help that she felt utterly alone. She almost wished she had to go to school right then, just to have something to do. If boredom was quite possibly the deadliest of drugs, she was surprised she wasn't dead yet. She continued forward and rubbed her eyes gently. There were people around, walking in big crowds into shops and cafes. Maybe that's what she should do, shop. Well, of course, not actually buy anything but, wander. She picked up her pace, furrowing her eyebrows with a mission and weaving her way through the packs of people until she reached a large and old-fashion bookshop. Smiling, having reached a destination, she pulled the large door open and entered. Upon her entrance, she was greeted with several stares from quietly reading people in large chairs or couches or even on the floor. Her cheeks burned red and she hid herself behind a large bookshelf. Maybe, hopefully, she'd find something to read here. That thought vanished, however, when she realized she was in the horror aisle. She had a very weak tolerance for anything "frightening" and backed quickly out of the aisle, shuddering and walking down a short walkway. She quickly noticed the sweet fragrance of one of her favorite beverages coming from further in the shop. Oh, how she wished she had brought some money. She hesitantly walked past several bookshelves and up a spiral case of stairs, following the lovely scent until she saw the cafe in front of her. She timidly walked up to the front desk, trying to look at the menu without having the cashier notice her. That didn't go so well, however, as the strawberry blonde turned to look at her. "Hello, can what can we get you today?" She asked, taking out a small notepad. "I--Um...N-nothing." She stuttered, turning away quickly with a blush. She could still smell it. The sweet muffins, the fresh croissants, the warm vanilla... She stayed turned until she could no long feel the woman's gaze on her and frowned deeply, walking over to an empty chair and sitting down. She really should have brought money, she had even lost her motivation to simply read here.
