Nara-chan

*shrugs and walks away while muttering something about sounding ****** (No, that wasn't a swear word) By the way, neechan got it! Give others a chance, neechan :VVV Explanation:

*'tis OMM: It's Friday the 13th. OMM2: Why am I hearing an English version of Nanatsu no Ko on a channel for babies?! I know it's supposed to be a Japanese folk song, but since I watched DC...*shivers at the thought of BO infiltrating the channel*

^What?

Hello...?

*it is

@Tsukiko- LOL at DCTP reference ------------------------------ "Well yeah, but were can we go? I got apartment near Fuji, but it's small and a bit far away," said Aleksander. While she was pondering whether to accept the kind offer, Tsukiko, who seemed like she was dozing off, suddenly asked, "Hey, have you already seen the news? About the Kaitou Kid copycat?" Flashes of the news she had read at the cyber cafe came back to her: the elusive thief taking advantage of the melee of rush hour; the notes, which proved he was truly trying to pull off a KID-like heist (although she had brought herself to leave the place) before she had caught what the notes said) and the police force chasing after him/her. Oh, so I'm not the only one interested? was what she was thinking, but what came out of her mouth was... Nothing. She instead bobbed her head up and down two times to say yes. ----------------------- (Not much action :/)

*it's

NEW DEFINITION OF SARCASM! Sarcasm-(noun): Something that AL uses often but undetectable when others use it.

(An hour later) She was staring at Tsukiko's newly casted leg. "How is it?" she asked. The blonde smiled in reply. Some of the people at the ramen shop had joined, while others were left at the tatami-floored shop. They were doing exactly what "Mari" (now she wishes her parents had just cut her name that short) was doing: staring at the cast. "What shall we do now?" One of the people asked. "...I guess we should just stick together...?" she said. She was really on silent mode now. "No one wants to be attacked like Tsukiko here..." She stayed silent as the others muttered their agreement. -------------- Whoever wants to join, join! :V

I don't know! I'm a baka! :V

Dear Anonymous, You're the one who let go first :V And people call me an abandoner :V -Someone

:333 It's naturally hard :V And the fish one too. I think I'll rewrite it...

Freedom...is the reason why it's a holiday :V

FIFAAAAA Worrlllllddddd Cuppppp

Ice creaaaaaammmmmm. It'sssssss sooooo hot heeeeere anddddddddddd iceeeeeeeeeee creaaaaaam wouuuuuuld beeeeeee niceeeeee.

^Please don't double post. Hmmmm...I seem to think Rum is a guy because he's the "right-hand man"

okaaayyyyyyy neeeechaaaaaannnnn

Whaaaatt neechaaaaannnn @AL- The ratio of the IPhone's size to a tablet's size does not match the ratio of my hand size to yours (maybe ~190?)

She narrowed her eyes at the rude guy, who bound for the door, asking them to meet him at the park nearby. Really? I'm not controlled by you, you know? She wasn't just pissed at that guy. She now disliked him very much. She returned to silent mode (She really liked thinking that she had two modes: snarky and silent. Most people only see the silent one, since snarky only comes when she's pissed). "Can I gat your names?" What she was doing was very out-of-character for her, since she was more of a backstage gal, but she was the initiator, so might as well... A flurry of names passed. Then, one of them suggested that they take Tsukiko to the hospital, since she seemed pretty beat up. She silently turned to Tsukiko, waiting for a response. ------------

She was about to say, "Was I even debating with you?!" ,but she just inwardly sighed. I'll take your word against you, rude guy. No time for spouting philosophical crap here. The way the guy spouted out philisophical crap reminded her of someone else, but really, there's a time for philosophy and a time for wondering about rude people's identities. A blonde-haired guy had started talking to Tsukiko in...maybe Danish or something? It did sound Scandivanian. This brought her to thinking about languages. She only spoke two: Filipino and English, with English being her better language. She preferred to stick to a few languages and master them all, than to be a jack-of-all-trades. "Hay, nakakainis..." she muttered. The Japanean guy was staring at her, but she dismissed it as a what-the-heck-did-she-just-say expression. She noticed another girl, silently observing. She would rather be like that: observing silently from the sidelines...like she did earlier with these two. ------------ Italics- thoughts and languages other than English.

Tablets are significantly larger than IPhones.

Blame the slippery phone.

Hey, I said. "usually wears jeans", not "just wears jeans" And FYI, I'm tall for my age. --------------- She was pissed off. So she started spouting some things in Filipino, her native language. She didn't really care if anyone undertsood or not. "Alangan, sinasabi ko kung hindi kayo Hapon! Alam ko naman na wala pang nadidiskubre na buhay sa ibang planeta!" She crossed her arms, and switched to English. "But you just said something in English, and the people here don't seem dumbfounded, so I can guarantee all of you know how to speak English." "Someone sent us here. She said there were some travelers who were having a rough time, and we better go here to avoid trouble. ---------------- Note: I know three people here will understand what I typed in italics :V