~A/N: this is my first important story of... storyness. do not flame... please? if I give you a cookie for your not flameyness will you do it?~
(Satoshi's POV)
"so you can get a doll of whomever you want... or make one custom... amazing." I said sarcasticly, really could risa get any dumber? purposefully walking up to me in broad daylight... how stupid as if I'd actually-
"And the dolls come to life... if you love them enough." Riku said boredly, interrupting my thoughts.
"wow... I suppose risa has 10 of them?" I said pouring on the sarcasm...
"Nope 20." riku said with a blank face.
and all of them of dark...
"all of Mr Dark of course, he's the best in the WORLD!" Risa squealed bouncing in her seat.
"whats up?" says daisuke while I go on a mini rant in my head.
"nothing... just talking about a doll website... you wouldn't happen to design clothes for dolls would you?" I say bored out of my skull of this conversation which I could care less about.
then the drinks came and I was allowed to escape... at least for five seconds before risa grabbed me from my new spot and started staring at my book.
"advanced sewing?" risa says signifying my doom.
"nice book... entertaining, why do you need to know?" I was trying to level with risa... it was not a smart decision.
"because you could totally sew my dolls new clothes!" she absolutely squealed.
"no." I said flatly getting back to my book.
"but satoshi!" she said drawing out my name annoyingly.
"No." I said again, getting up to leave when I heard daisuke say the most dreadful words EVER.
"I think I'll buy a doll too."
my world crashed... It's been three years since dark... dissapeared... is he trying to get him back?
of coure not... I'm just paranoid.