Triumphing I flipped my hair, about to leave the kitchen, but a hand held me back.
“I promise I won’t eat the snail. Only... don’t you think I deserve compensation?”
During one of our many moments of alleged fanservice, he must have realized that the shy smile on my face wasn’t meant for the noonas to swoon over. That it was the same as the one Sekyung gave him, when she looked into his eyes.
Ich stand wie angewurzelt da. Eigentlich sollte ich mit meinem Schwert hinter ihr herrennen. Ich hatte nicht erwartet, dass sie mich so falsch einschätzen würden! Ich? Singen? Das würde
ich nie in meinem Leben tun! Niemals!
Don’t Grieve For Me
Akihiko couldn’t sleep. Not with that coughing and relentless rustling of sheet in the room next to his. Not with the fear and worry for his friend. And not with the raging fury inside his chest. Shinji took those pills, he knew it. They made him sick.
Pictures
A vast desert of buttons and switches lay before me. They almost seemed familiar, I had gotten to know them in the several times that I’d been up here.
Shit, this was so pathetic.
But I couldn’t help it.
