Usagi Tsukino (
bundangos) wrote in
sortinghat_rp2012-12-12 05:09 pm
Entry tags:
☾ Second Moon ☾
Can someone help me? I think someone's trying to play a joke on me, all my work looks like it was written by a first year. I did laugh at first. But I have things due on Friday and I can't finish them without any of my parchment.
I've already spent most of the day cleaning up my room, talk about boring! At least no one messed around with my plushies. Or there would have died.
Does anyone know anything? Or could I borrow some? Please?
[Looks like Usagi has also been touched by the road less travelled and writes now as a girl who's parents didn't baby her so much, and enforced an actual study schedule on her.]
I've already spent most of the day cleaning up my room, talk about boring! At least no one messed around with my plushies. Or there would have died.
Does anyone know anything? Or could I borrow some? Please?
[Looks like Usagi has also been touched by the road less travelled and writes now as a girl who's parents didn't baby her so much, and enforced an actual study schedule on her.]

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It's always been like this, To-chan. Is something wrong? You didn't hurt yourself during practice, did you? Should I come find you?
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[Usagi closes her journal and heads straight for the courtyard. She looks no different from normal except her hair is out and she doesn't seem so excitable. She does look a tad worried however.]
To-chan, are you sure nothing's wrong?
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[He's sitting cross legged on the stairs leading into the courtyard. He beams at Usagi as she approaches, but he can't help but notice she looks strange.]
No, I am in perfect health. Are you sure YOU are alright?
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[She comes up to him and drops down onto her knees without falling over in front of him and looks at him]
Well you don't look hurt. I guess.
[She's starting to look concerned.]
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[He cocks his head to the side as she drops, looking more and more concerned.]
I am not hurt. I am not the one acting strangely.
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Why am I the one who's strange. I really am fine, I promise!
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[He can't help smiling fondly as she pouts.] I suppose some things never change.
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[She continues to pout at him.]
This is all really dumb.
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[He pouts right back.]
I can prove it, look! [He flips open his journal to an old entry of hers.]