Short! very very short! 1+2
don't own the bishies but we love to play ^~
Perhaps this may lead to better things.
Not Anywhere But Here
It's so damn cold here in the winter. I'm not used to this earth climate, but I guess I'll weather it for you. You keep the house hot as hell, so when I enter the harsh outdoors, there's sweat frozen to my face. I try not to slip on our narrow walkway, but even I can't help but do so. The car door always freezes shut, so I have to venture back into the oven to get some warm water. If I catch the flu, I'm blaming you. It doesn't surprise me how gray it gets, and how there always seems to be flakes of snow falling.
It's a waste, all the gas I burn just to get the car heated up enough so I don't freeze to the seat. And let me tell you, I've never had to hand scrape ice off a Gundam's windshield before. Your bratty neighbors' kids, yes, yours, are pelting snowballs at me again. Don't they ever have school anymore? The car antenna's still broken from when I slipped in the driveway and clung to dear life on the closest thing available. Everyday I make sure I'm wearing respectable underwear, not any of those gaudy gag boxers you bought me, so if, no, when, I get into an accident on this god-forsaken road, the paramedics won't laugh at me.
I forgot to tell you, the de-fogger broke. You can just imagine what a joyous discovery that was, going 65 on a major highway and suddenly not being able to see. You may think I'm just the most wonderful driver in the world, but it was hard getting out of that one. Haven't had much practice, you know. Thank God.
This scarf has to be the itchiest thing known to man. On L1, I could walk around practically half-naked all day. Bet you'd like that, ne?
But I can handle it. It doesn't seem to matter anymore when I pull out of the driveway and run over our frozen newspaper, because I can see you waving to me through the front window. Your hair is always unbraided, your trusty mug is in your right hand, and those beautiful eyes are even more radiant. I know that in a few short hours I can come home and join you in your furnace and forget about the bitter cold.
I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
don't own the bishies but we love to play ^~
Perhaps this may lead to better things.
Not Anywhere But Here
It's so damn cold here in the winter. I'm not used to this earth climate, but I guess I'll weather it for you. You keep the house hot as hell, so when I enter the harsh outdoors, there's sweat frozen to my face. I try not to slip on our narrow walkway, but even I can't help but do so. The car door always freezes shut, so I have to venture back into the oven to get some warm water. If I catch the flu, I'm blaming you. It doesn't surprise me how gray it gets, and how there always seems to be flakes of snow falling.
It's a waste, all the gas I burn just to get the car heated up enough so I don't freeze to the seat. And let me tell you, I've never had to hand scrape ice off a Gundam's windshield before. Your bratty neighbors' kids, yes, yours, are pelting snowballs at me again. Don't they ever have school anymore? The car antenna's still broken from when I slipped in the driveway and clung to dear life on the closest thing available. Everyday I make sure I'm wearing respectable underwear, not any of those gaudy gag boxers you bought me, so if, no, when, I get into an accident on this god-forsaken road, the paramedics won't laugh at me.
I forgot to tell you, the de-fogger broke. You can just imagine what a joyous discovery that was, going 65 on a major highway and suddenly not being able to see. You may think I'm just the most wonderful driver in the world, but it was hard getting out of that one. Haven't had much practice, you know. Thank God.
This scarf has to be the itchiest thing known to man. On L1, I could walk around practically half-naked all day. Bet you'd like that, ne?
But I can handle it. It doesn't seem to matter anymore when I pull out of the driveway and run over our frozen newspaper, because I can see you waving to me through the front window. Your hair is always unbraided, your trusty mug is in your right hand, and those beautiful eyes are even more radiant. I know that in a few short hours I can come home and join you in your furnace and forget about the bitter cold.
I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.