" went to the Doctor," finished Kurimusoda, sitting in her apartment, drinking alcohol, layers of slime dripping from his reclined position.
"This is fucked," said Arata, immediately approaching the body, kicking it, and sending it toppling over the balcony of her nice apartment. "You're assuming a little too much!"
"Wait," screamed Kuri. "I've been waiting! I've been waiting for you! We're the SAME!"
"Are we?"
"This guy is even writing an anime idea about me. Us. We're the same."
She pulled him back over the balcony and then the sky became black, thunder occurred followed by casual lightning. Amidst the sparks she asked him why she was feeling like she was going fucking insane, even though she knew for a fact that everybody in her family was not experiencing any type of harsh mental malady.
"Senpai," said Akahoshi Kurimusoda. "I may be the answer to our mis-engagement!"
"That doesn't give you a right to appear just lounging drunk in my personal space!" she screamed back at him.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment