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[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

[ somewhere in the dressing room, a door slams open, hitting the wall behind it hard enough to punch a hole through the surface. through it runs a young, blonde man dressed in... just slightly frilly clothes.

just slightly. more like he beat the hell out of a random ginji and stole his clothing. except it's 100x better.

this young man's face twists a moment in confusion, the tiniest hint of a blush of embarrassment on his cheeks as comes to a quick halt... and he realizes he wasn't in kansas home anymore. ]

...This is certainly the last thing I expected to see.

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[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

...Weird and magical and stuff. No need to lie, now. I must have wandered into an area of the house that I shouldn't have.

[iamfuckingsweet.livejournal.com]

We're not in a house though! We're...in some place!

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

I've been kidnapped?

[iamfuckingsweet.livejournal.com]

No... You were brought here by magic!

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

You're a very peculiar girl, you know.

[iamfuckingsweet.livejournal.com]

I'm awesome!

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

Awesome, yes. Surely.

[iamfuckingsweet.livejournal.com]

So what's your world like?

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

The best world there ever was or ever will be.

[iamfuckingsweet.livejournal.com]

Ooh! Tell me about it!

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

Later, maybe. I can't help but find this rather strange. Am I dreaming? I seem to be taking this a little too well.

[iamfuckingsweet.livejournal.com]

It's not a dream! It's...a place!

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

[ can't help but laugh, more in a "oh this girl is a jolly good show" way. why is he coming off as english in my head? ] That doesn't make much sense at all.

[iamfuckingsweet.livejournal.com]

Well, it is! It just...doesn't have a name.

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

All the more reason it seems like a dream. I even have a double of my dear Luka! Perfect.

[iamfuckingsweet.livejournal.com]

What's your Luka do?

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

She's my... Friend. Good friend. Best friend. Don't tell anyone that, though.

[iamfuckingsweet.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

... Let's not discuss things like that shall we? All right, perfect.

This is still a dream.

[iamfuckingsweet.livejournal.com]

Tell meeee! [ super pout ]

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

I can't. Please, don't make that face.

[iamfuckingsweet.livejournal.com]

Pleeease. [ moar pouting ]

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

No, please, stop.

Later.

[iamfuckingsweet.livejournal.com]

You promise?

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

I promise.