14 June 2012 @ 03:13 am
[ Whether it was ten years or a century, some things would never change, and that was Endou's compatibility with numbers and paperwork.

Which was ZERO, to be exact.

Since they weren't in front of the kids this time around, he let his guard down and laid his head against the mountain of papers, sighing heavily while listening to the eery precision of Kidou's typing skills.  What was he, a robot???  Maybe he came from the future and had neglected to tell Endou of this important fact.  Either way, as of now, he was clearly not in the mood for dancing a clumsy tango with work.
]
 
 
21 January 2012 @ 03:27 am
[ He never thought hanging out and chillin' with his sorta (not really) ecto-sister and an orange sprite version of his best bro on an awesome battle ship would be exhausting.  It was fun and enjoyable, everything he ever dreamed of doing in case he was ever "shipwrecked" and stranded with his chums.  Heck, hanging out with his internet friends was something John would never tire of!  It was definitely not something that happened everyday.  Not for him.

Though the part with overseeing proper conduct on the ship was rather getting on his nerves.  If looking after Casey wasn't enough, then a whole group of consort colonies was too big of a job to handle with just three kids.  If John had to describe his day it'd be filled with the continuous melody of nak-nak-naks and attempts at preventing the salamanders from farming the very metal that everyone stood on.  Even Jade would get frustrated and had to warp them back to LOWAS every so often so they could habitually cultivate on more familiar soil.  They all also had a bad tendency of looking downwards from the starboard into the sea of time and space continuum, and he didn't want to chance the possibility of a reptilian and salamander downpour.

Yes, just another day on the metallic space ship.

So thank God for Nanna.  Her lethal cookies kept many of them distracted, which would be one of those times John would catch up on his sleep and take a nice nap.  For five minutes.  Maybe ten...

Thirty...

An hour.  Where he would drift off deep into his subconscious and straight into the dream bubbles.  Which was a thing that was happening right now.  And there he was, sleeping in his very own room just like before he woke up on his 13th birthday, the state of his home just like it had been pre-apocalypse and not cruelly demolished by black little imps.  Gosh, he sure is sleeping soundly there.  Not even a canon ball would probably wake him up.
]
 
 
20 January 2012 @ 02:26 am
so i was thinking.
we are kind of at that impending age where we start thinking about all these crazy things.
not that i'm thinking of pulling something crazy! not like that.
it's just that all these thoughts started creeping into my head and i can't stop thinking about it and that drives me crazy!
anyway, what i want to say is...
how big is your thing?
 
 
20 January 2012 @ 01:36 am
I LOVE NAMI!!!!!!!!  :B <3