[ mirrors: the morning after; backdated to the morning of 3/14 ]

[meteorstorm]

[ So this morning, you may find one Sakuta Ryuusei in the kitchen area of Casa de KRC, freshly showered and making breakfast (lots of it)

You may also find a most likely very sleepy ladypirate somewhere in the vicinity ]

Comments

[yellowhasthechest]

You have got to relax. The dustbunnies aren't gonna eat you.

[meteorstorm]

I'm sorry for not liking things being a mess.

[yellowhasthechest]

[Will you get mad if I pull you down here with me?]

[meteorstorm]

[ will make grumpy faces at you but not complain ]

[yellowhasthechest]

[You could do so much worse.]

Are they all about space?

[meteorstorm]

[ fine fine I will flop and make myself comfortable ]

Not all of them.

[yellowhasthechest]

But most of them? That's what it looks like.

[And yes, I flipped through the majority.]

[meteorstorm]

Most of them, yes.

[ you may also find boobs and otherwise naked ladies in some of them but they are clearly not the focal point of the story see: GANTZ ]

[yellowhasthechest]

Except the ones with gratuitous nudity.

[She noticed. Teasing, though.]

[meteorstorm]

If you read it you'd see why it's lumped in with those ones.

[yellowhasthechest]

I almost did, but I didn't want to intrude on your stash.

[meteorstorm]

. . . it may actually be in your best interest not to read that one. Just trust me on this.

[yellowhasthechest]

Why?

[meteorstorm]

You won't like the answer.

[yellowhasthechest]

I don't like being held out on either.

[meteorstorm]

The basic plot is a bunch of people dying, being placed in a room, given weapons, and sent out to kill aliens. Innocent or otherwise.

[yellowhasthechest]

[... just got very, very tense.]

Ah.

[meteorstorm]

[ I can tell ]

That's why I told you to just trust me on it.

[yellowhasthechest]

You knew I wasn't gonna do that.

[meteorstorm]

I usually say things like that for a reason.

[yellowhasthechest]

Half of you don't believe we exist and the other half thinks we're scary green monsters.

[meteorstorm]

No one's ever seen them. They're on the same level as unicorns and werewolves to most people. Which isn't to say they don't exist; it's that no one knows they actually exist.

[yellowhasthechest]

[Muttering something irate and probably vulgar,but not relaxing much.]

[meteorstorm]

[ hedgaf he's reaching over and petting your head ]

[yellowhasthechest]

S'prejudice, you know.