While in the bathroom, the makeup had given me a little boost of confidence. However, as I faced the door of Lukas' room, it suddenly drained from me. What would Su-San think of it? Would he think I looked dumb, think me stupid for even trying? I shook my head, forcing the thoughts out. He was my boyfriend, so he obviously liked me, and he would think I looked GREAT. Stop worrying, you overly self-conscious idiot!
After my little internal pep-talk, Lukas opened the door, and waiting outside was a rather annoyed looking Su-San and a laughing Mathias. I was curious about what had happened between the two, but the thought was forgotten as Su-San turned my way. I was pleasantly surprised to see his jaw drop a bit as he stared at me for a moment. Even Mathias jumped in with a whistle.
I blushed, looking away from everyone. Well, I suppose I was right to think Su-San would like it. All was silent until Mathias gave Su-San a little shove, then took Lukas' hand and began walking towards the doors. Su-San and I followed after a small moment of awkward staring. We had been walking for a few seconds before his hand found mine and claimed it, stepping just a bit closer to me.
"...Ah know Ah sai' this once alrea'y today, bu' ya look beautiful. Amazin', really... N-No' tha' ya usually look ba'... Ya always look amazin', bu' today... Uh... Ah..." He stuttered, his cheeks slowly taking on a shade of pink. I chuckled, giving his hand a squeeze that I hoped was reassuring.
"It's alright, I know what you mean. Thank you." I said, pulling him down far enough to plant a kiss to his jaw. He was quick enough to turn his face and catch my lips before I could pull them away. I smiled, but missed a step thanks to the distraction. I would have fallen to my death (read: a bloody nose) had Su-San not caught me.
"Good reaction time, Su-San! I think that was .003 seconds faster than last time! You're improving." I joked, allowing him to set me back upright again. He rolled his eyes, taking my hand once more.
"Ya can' kiss an' walk... Ah'll have to make a note." He mumbled. I frowned as I looked up to him.
"Aw, come on, give me a chance! It was my first try!" I protested, but he shook his head.
"No' worth riskin' yer life. Ah'd rather stop." He announced. I pouted for a while, but didn't argue any further, not wanting to start a petty fight.
We had made it to the door by then, and I could see Matthew and Gilbert waiting at the corner, as promised. I waved as we approached, and Matthew returned it, along with a smile.
"Hei! Sorry, I guess I might have invited a few others. Do you mind?" I asked, though I doubted he cared much about the subject at all.
"No, not at all." He replied, giving the group of us another smile.
"Thanks! Well, you probably already know, but this is Mathias and Lukas." I pointed to each in turn. "And guys, this is Matthew." I finished. Lukas and Mathias both looked at Matthew as if they had never seen him before, then turned to me.
"Um... Where did you meet this dude? Is he with a different school?" Mathias asked. I blinked, waiting for his big, goofy grin to come on to show that he was joking. But it didn't come, and it remained awkward for several seconds.
"A-Are you serious?" I demanded, hoping he wasn't. "He goes to our school!" I explained, a little louder than needed. Both of them looked like they didn't believe me.
"He's right! Mattie's even in your class!" Gilbert piped up, drawing their attention to him.
"Wait, aren't you and Tino, like, mortal enemies or something? Like, didn't he totally kick your ass the other day?" Mathias asked, more than a little bluntly. I blanched, then tried to explain, much too fast, and with many senseless gestures.
"N-No, we made up, and now we're friends! I mean, I think we are... Aren't we? Well, you still haven't tried to get revenge, so I'm assuming so. Or would acquaintance be a better word? A-Anyway, we're not angry anymore. Well, I wasn't angry to start with, but you could have been. I mean, I was really rude! And actually, I don't really know why you haven't tried to beat me up. It's only fair! But that doesn't mean that I want you to! I'm not into that kind of thing, if that's what you're..."
"TINO!" Mathias, Lukas, and Berwald all snapped at the same time, making me jump.
"A-ah, sorry, I was ranting, wasn't I? Sorry!"
Lukas shook his head, taking charge of the situation.
"Alright, well, introductions are through, so is everyone good to go? And I believe it was Matthew that was leading the way, correct?"
"Yes." Matthew replied, gesturing for us to follow him. We fell into a line of pairs, Su-San with me, Mathias with Lukas, and Gilbert with Matthew in the front, leading the way. Some idle chatter was tossed between us, but it didn't take long for us to get to the venue.
It was basically a club, though a bit bigger than those I had passed in my home town. We paid for our tickets at the door (luckily, they were pretty cheap at five dollars) and then entered. As it turns out, we weren't the only ones from our school that had decided to make this the main feature of their day. In fact, it would seem that most of the students were here. Even a few teachers.
There was a soft, thrumming music playing, but nobody on stage yet. After agreeing to meet Mathias and Lukas around ten to decide if we wanted to go home then, or stay out a bit longer, Su-San and I merged into the crowd. We found a less crowded bit of floor and figured it was as good a place as any to occupy and wait till the show started.
"So, am I really the only one who knew that Matthew existed? I mean, were they kidding when they said they didn't know him?" I asked, projecting a bit to be heard over the music. Su-San frowned (his lips pulled down a milifraction at the corners).
"Nej, they were serious. When he tol' ya tha' nobody notices 'im, he was tellin' the truth. I's no' somethin' we do on purpose, he's jus'..." He tried, trailing off as he tried to think of a word.
"Joo, I know what you mean. I guess he's just easy to miss. That must be really lonely though. I don't have a lot of friends, but at least you guys know I'm there. Um... Thanks for that. I love you, Su-San." I announced, blushing. He rewarded my confession with a kiss, pulling me to him for a hug. Right on time too, as the music transitioned into a slower one. I smiled, wiggling away enough to look up at him.
"Heeeei, wanna dance, handsome?" I drawled obnoxiously, earning a twitch of the lips, in the upwards direction.
"Ah'd love to." He agreed, loosening his hands and moving them to rest on my hips. I reached up for his shoulders, and then began swaying from side to side, moving, I hoped, to the rhythm of the music. Su-San followed my lead, eventually taking over and forcing me to actually take a few steps, as opposed to my stationary swaying of choice. After a minute or so, I sighed happily, letting my hands slide down and rest on his chest instead, laying my head on his now unoccupied shoulder. This drew me closer, and sent his hands downwards, just a bit. But I didn't mind.
After a few minutes of lovely swaying (with a few steps here and there, courtesy of Su-San) the music changed, and we broke apart with a kiss, opting to join our hands instead. We expected to be waiting a while longer, but at last someone came on to the stage. An announcer of sorts, he explained that the night of multicultural music was beginning, and that the first artist was, predictably, a man from America. Got to start in the homeland, I suppose.
The crowd came to full attention as the band came out and claimed their instruments. Following them came the singer, a brunette teen with big baby blues. I suppose he was attractive, but I was too wrapped up in the boy next to me to worry about the one on stage. The music started, and the crowd gave their first cheers of approval as he began to belt his rock song. The guy had some chords, I had to admit. I joined in with the cheering, letting go of my awkwardness, at least for the time being.
We had made it through a Spanish song, and a Chinese song before I even turned away from the stage. I looked to Su-San who had, up to this point, been silent. He didn't look particularly impressed, but nor did he look like he was miserable. I frowned, hating that this was an expression that I couldn't quite read.
"Su-San? Are you bored? If you want to, we can go home..." I offered. Truth be told, I was enjoying myself, but if it was at the expense of Su-San, it wasn't worth it. He shook his head, squeezing my hand gently.
"Yer havin' fun, an' tha's enough reason to stay. No' bored... Jus' no' sure wha' to think. Foreign music is... Weir'." He admitted. I giggled scooting a bit closer as somebody pushed past me.
"You say that, yet I bet if anyone found your CD collection, they'd say that your music is the weird stuff. I mean, the Swedish stuff is expected; you are Swedish after all. But FABBA? I know you like ABBA. That's fine, Swedish. But FABBA? Aren't they like... Australian or something?"
"Like ya can even tal'. Ya listen to death metal." He retorted.
"My obsession with Nightwish has nothing to do with this conversation. At least that's kind of manly! You know, I think I should be the man in the relationship." I decided. He blinked at me.
"Tino, there are so many reasons why ya can' be the..."
"Your argument is invalid. You listen to FABBA." I interrupted, feeling quite proud of myself. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, then shut up. I grinned at my victory, then returned my attention to the stage, finding that we were now hearing a French song. I had to repeatedly remind myself that it WASN'T a bad song, I just had bad associations with French things. At the conclusion of this song, Su-San pulled my hand to get my attention.
"Ya're the girl. Yer wearin' makeup." He said, sounding just as proud as I had. It took me a second to process that, and before I could retort, a British woman came out for her turn. The song was familiar, though I couldn't place it. If I recalled though, it had been in a musical. She performed quite well, her song an emotional, sad one. I clapped as she left, then turned to Su-San.
"You cook and clean, all the time. You're the girl!"
"Tino, tha's sexis'. An' ya still have stuffed animals. Ya're the girl."
Next was a Norwegian singer, who sang Fairytale, the song made famous by Alexander Rybak. I knew that one, as I was an annual Eurovision watcher. His rendition wasn't bad, not at all. But the real Alex would have been better. Granted, I would have run on stage and demanded his autograph, so it might have been for the best. The next singer came on too fast, and I didn't have time to talk in between. She was Italian, and her song was languid, one of those that you couldn't help but sway to, just a bit. Finally, I got my chance.
"You sit down when you pee, you're the girl!" I yelled, loudly enough that several people around us heard and turned to give us looks. Su-San sent them all glares until there wasn't a single eye on us.
"Ya made tha' up. Doesn' coun'."
"Why not? How do I know, maybe you really do sit when you pee! It totally counts!"
"Fine. Ya buy girls' clothes."
Out came an Icelandic performer. I had read somewhere that one in every three or four people in Iceland were in a band, an amazing figure. This singer had to be amoung the better ones in that ratio. She had a strong voice, and the foreign words came off her tongue beautifully. She had me entranced, for sure. Entranced enough that I hadn't thought of a retort yet. I scrambled as the music faded, spitting out the first thing that came to mind.
"Your boobs are bigger!" This got me the eyebrow raise of the century.
"Wha'... Wha' does tha' even mean?" He asked. I flushed at the stupidity of it, but didn't take it back.
"I-I don't know, but it counts!"
He opened his mouth, but was cut off by the Russian performer. I rather liked the sound of the language, though my Finnish blood would never let me admit it. Then I recalled that Ivan was Russian, and I suddenly feared the singer, just a little bit. I mean, if they came from the same country...
I gasped as I was about faced, forced there by hands on my hips.
"Ya have these." He said, giving my hips a squeeze. "Ya're the girl." He announced with an air of finality. I was out of ammo, and I think we both knew it. I gave an exaggerated sigh, admitting my defeat.
"Alright, alright. You win this round. But I'll be back." I warned. He obviously didn't take me serious, but that was to be expected. I wasn't being serious.
An Australian man sang next, followed by a Dane, and then finally what I had been waiting and hoping for. FINLAND! A small, timid looking blonde girl came out, and I frowned with just a little disappointment. I mean, I should have known better than to expect the real Nightwish, but... The song started playing, and it was very soft. It took me a moment, but finally I recognised the song as one of Chisu's. If you know not of Chisu, go learn of Chisu. She is up there with my favorite artists, right next to Nightwish!
I was silent, listening carefully to the lyrics. My Finnish wasn't fluent, but I picked up pieces here and there. The song was about a sad fairy, and a bunch of other mythical creatures that didn't believe she was sad, because fairies just don't do those sorts of things, and then I kind of lost track of it all. But it was pretty none-the-less.
A few countries came after that, and I was starting to worry that Sweden had been left out. But I couldn't have been further from the truth. It was nearing the end of the night, when the lights suddenly went out, making many people in the crowd, myself included, gasp. The announcer appeared in a bright beam of white light, and I could sense the hype that was spreading through the crowd.
"And now, a special treat, this year's Eurovision winner, Loreen, will be performing her winning song; Euphoria. Straight from Sweden, please give a warm welcome to Loreen!"
I won't lie, I got pretty excited. I do watch Eurovision after all! And there she was, walking confidently onto the stage. I whooped with the rest of them before her song began. There was a new magic to seeing it live, and I was thoroughly satisfied with her performance, and joined in with the rapid clapping of the crowd.
We were then informed that that was all of the live performances for the night, but the club was open till six, so we were free to dance the night away if we pleased. And oh, did I please. I pulled Su-San back into my arms as music started playing from the speakers, setting the beat once more. He caught on quick enough, and joined me in my swaying yet again. I giggled, trying to wiggle my hips like the others around me were. I knew I was failing, but that was okei, I was having fun. I think even Berwald was enjoying himself, a little bit at least. And what did I care what we looked like? I wouldn't see most of these people ever again in my life, and for those that I would... Well, I'd deal with that when it came. Besides, there was a certain, very white German that was dancing a lot worse than me.
At some point, Su-San and I had migrated, and bumped into Mathias and Lukas doing pretty much the same thing we were. We exchanged some hellos, before Lukas claimed he was borrowing me for a bit. Su-San didn't argue, but the look he gave me told me everything he didn't say. "Don't go," and "please don't leave me with this bumbling cretin." I shot him an apologetic smile as I let Lukas pull me into a different part of the crowd.
"So, why did you 'borrow' me this time?" I asked once we had gotten far enough away that there was no chance of us being heard.
"To work on your dancing. It's bordering on the imbecilic." He stated matter-of-factually. My face flushed as my lips pulled into a pout.
"Well THAT wasn't very nice!" I pointed out, letting him pull me closer to him regardless.
"I'm only acting in your best interest. Really." He replied, using his hands on my hips to pull me into a sway. "Remember to pay attention to the rhythm of the music. It doesn't matter how well you dance if it isn't timed right."
"But I was dancing to the ry..."
"If you really think that, then there may be no saving you." He interrupted. "Remember not to stand to far away either. You aren't at a school dance." That said, he yanked me towards him, pulling me flush against his body.
"U-Uh, Lukas? I..."
"Quiet Tino. Be slutty like a good boy." He commanded, syncing his own hips up with mine.
"Right... Um... Is this all I do?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. (A much easier task with him, considering he was just a bit taller than me.)
"Pretty much. Unless you want me to teach you how to grind." He deadpanned.
"N-no, I'm good, thanks!" I exclaimed, preparing to run away should he try to do it anyway.
"I didn't think so. That's the advanced class anyway. Just try to have fun. But remember, stay on the beat. And don't stand like this the whole time. Turn around." He didn't wait for me to do so, and spun me in place, pulling me back to him once I had done a 180. "I know it doesn't seem like much, but turning around makes this a lot sexier for the one behind you. And you have a nice ass to start with, so you have a bit of an advantage."
"But Lukas, I'm not trying to get in his pants! I mean, not right now anyway. I don't want him to think I'm a slut!" I argued.
"He won't. Berwald isn't stupid. But he'll definitely appreciate the change. Trust me." He spun me around again, pressing his hips into mine. "But I think I'll keep you a few minutes longer. Dancing with you is a lot easier than with Mathias. He's too damn tall. I guess you have the same problem with Berwald though, huh?"
"I think he's a great height!" I cried in his defense, frowning.
"...Tino, it's okay to say your boyfriend is too tall. Nobody's perfect. It doesn't mean you like him any less. And Berwald's huge."
"Well... I guess so. I like how tall he is though! He can get stuff from the top..."
Our conversation was interrupted by a rather obnoxious whistle, and we both turned to find the source. But, looking around, we couldn't, so we shrugged it off. It wasn't as if it was important to us anyway.
"Dudes, look! Lesbians!" I blinked, looking around again. Finally I found the idiots that were being so loud, a group of boys huddled together. I guessed that they were probably in college, fresh out of highschool. They were looking past us, and I couldn't help but glance that way to see these "lesbians" they spoke of. They would have to be pretty hot to get that much attention. But when I turned, I found no lesbians in sight. Lukas had done the same, and we looked at each other for a second, then back to the guys. They looked at us expectantly.
"Lukas?"
"Yeah?"
"Do they think..."
"Yeah."
"Wow... Do we really look like girls?"
"According to them. But they're probably drunk."
"Hey! Hey! Lesbians! You should make out!" One of them shouted. I blinked as several people looked our way.
"Um..."
"Do you see Berwald?" Lukas asked me, and I scanned the crowd behind him.
"Uh, no? Why?"
He didn't answer, deciding instead to press his lips to mine. I blinked stupidly for a moment, my brain definitely not expecting that one at all. Once it had finally caught up, I tried to push away, but Lukas held me fast, not giving me even a bit of wiggle room. He didn't let me pull away until we both needed air, and he himself came away panting.
"W-What the hell, Lukas?" I demanded, glaring at him.
"Shh. It's called fanservice Tino. I don't mean anything by it." He explained, smiling a bit.
"But..."
"Hush. Give the crowd what it wants, right?" And with that he took my lips again. I struggled just a bit longer, but eventually gave up, realising that there was no escape for me. Make the best of every situation, I suppose. I began to mimic him, tilting my head so he could get closer. After another quick sweep around us, he plunged his tongue in, eliciting a gasp from me. He was a lot more confident in his kissing than Su-San was, and incredibly aggressive. I ended up bending back a bit by the time he was done. But I tried to pay attention, tried to take note of what he was doing. He was more experienced than me, so obviously he had to be doing it better.
We parted to a chorus of whoops and whistles. I blushed, trying not to look anyone in the eye, Lukas included. Lukas did the exact opposite of what I wanted though, and spun me to face the gathered spectators, turning to face them as well.
"Hot huh? Well, here's a bonus. We're both guys." He announced loudly enough for everyone around us to hear. It took a moment to sink in, and then there was an uproar of disbelief, of digust, and a sprinkling of "am I gay?" We took the chance to escape, shuffling towards the door. When we had made it outside, we looked at each other and laughed.
"Alright, as weird as it was, I have to admit, that was fun!" I said, giggling.
"That was perfect. I wonder how many of them are questioning their sexuality right now."
"No kidding! They really thought we were girls!"
"Who thought you were girls?" We both jumped, our heads snapping to look at Mathias. Berwald was close behind him. "What did we miss?" He asked, a grin on his face. "Do we need to go kick some ass?"
Lukas and I both sighed in relief. So they really hadn't seen.
"No. Just some college assholes. We took care of them ourselves. Are you two ready to go?" Lukas spoke quickly, obviously trying to change the subject.
"Hell no! It's not even eleven yet! Let's go dance some more!" Mathias whined, giving Lukas puppy dog eyes that would have swayed anyone. Not even Lukas could deny them.
"...Fine." He agreed, letting Mathias take his hand and lead him back inside, leaving me alone with Ber. I did my best not to look nervous, but I knew I would be in trouble if Berwald and I went back in. I imagine Mathias wouldn't care much that Lukas and I had kissed, but Berwald might never forgive me! And people were bound to talk, it was a recent event after all.
"Um... How about you? Are you ready to get going?" I asked. He contemplated it for a second, then nodded. I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding, then smiled. "Alright." I took his hand and lead him away, hoping to escape before anyone could come out and recognize me.
"So, uh, where did you and Mathias go?" I asked, only just then remembering that they had appeared out of practically nowhere.
"Mathias dragged me ou'. Wante' to talk." He replied.
"Oh? What about?" I wondered.
"Nothin' Ah ever plan to repea'." Was his quick response. I tilted my head to the side, walking next to him at that point, my fear of being caught dissipating as we got further away from the club. "Trus' me, it's nothin' ya wan' to hear." He warned. I decided to let that one go, considering I myself was keeping a secret from him. I would tell him! Eventually! ...Maybe in a few years.
We were finally in front of the Inn again, and I deemed myself officially safe, so long as Mathias could keep his mouth shut. That was questionable, but I would have faith. I turned to head down the path, but I was held back by Su-San, who didn't budge. I tried again, but he still wouldn't move. I turned to face him, my eyebrow quirked.
"Uh... Aren't we going to our room?" I questioned, but he shook his head.
"Yer hungry." He pointed out, making my brows furrow. I didn't recall mentioning my hunger, as I didn't have any.
"But I'm not..." My stomach interrupted, growling loudly at me in protest. "...Hungry. Please, don't start doing that weird psychic thing that my mom does! I can barely handle it with her!" I moaned. He gave me a small smile, ruffling my hair.
"We aren' psychic, yer jus' predictable. Wha' do ya wan' to ea'?" He asked. I put a finger to my lips in thought, trying to think of something tasty to eat.
"Um... Thai food? It's been ages since I've had any. Do you think they have a place here?" I wondered.
"Ja, Ah do."
And with that we were off. Again, I followed him, trusting that he knew what he was doing. He had yet to fail me, after all. Clearly he paid more attention to things than I did, because fifteen minutes later we were standing in front of a Thai restaurant, one that was on the way to the museum we had visited before. And, what luck, it stayed open till two in the morning. (In its defense, it opened at 8 PM.)
"Su-San, you're magical! Is Thai okei with you?" I asked, just then realising that I hadn't even bothered to ask. He nodded, taking me inside. They were a bit on the busy side, but we didn't have to wait for a table or anything, so it was bearable. It took us a few minutes longer than normal to figure out what we wanted, as Thai wasn't something we ate very often. I decided on a rather spicy dish, while Su-San stayed in his comfort zone, ordering a chicken with a sweet sauce. Once the waitress had retrieved our menus, Berwald took my hand, holding it across the table. I smiled, giving his a squeeze.
"Hei Su-San? I love you a lot." I said, bringing his hand up to my face. I pressed my cheek to his knuckles, letting my eyes close with the sensation of his skin on mine. I opened them again to see a rather pinkish Su-San. He too pulled my hand towards him, but instead of running it across his cheek, he pressed a kiss there. My heart fluttered at the gesture, and my face too took on a warmer tone.
"Ah love ya too, Fin. More than life." He replied. I couldn't help but swoon. Su-San was cavities waiting to happen, for sure.
Of course, waitresses have a knack for ruining the moment, and our food arrived then. Still, it wasn't her fault, so I gave her a smile and thanked her before sending her on her way. We set to the food immediately, our stomachs demanding haste. I was nearly half done before I even bothered with speaking again.
"So, is it tasty?" I asked, taking a bite of my own. He speared a piece, and held it out to me. I chuckled, taking the bite. It was indeed pretty good, much milder than my own dish. "Hmm... Not bad at all! Want to try mine?"
"Nej. Spicy." He replied quickly, retreating back to the safety of his own meal. I giggled, getting back to work on my own as well.
"I figured. It really is tasty though."
"Ya think salmiakki is tasty too. Can' be truste'." He returned. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, come on. Everyone has that weird thing that they eat. You can't assume that everything I eat is gross just because I like salmiakki!"
"Mhm."
It didn't take long for us to finish, and we decided to share a slice of spice cake before we left. The cinnamon was bit a strong, but it wasn't bad. I bet Su-San that he could do better though, and he promised to try as soon as we returned home. After that we finally headed back to the Inn, and fell into bed as soon as we had opened the door. After a bit of struggling with our clothing (As it is rather difficult to strip while laying down) we shimmied under the covers in only our undergarments, snuggling together, letting our breathing sync up. I sighed happily, looking forward to waking up in his arms the next day; Something I doubt I would ever tire of.
A/N: You know, I always plan to write a whole lot when we get breaks, but then somehow I don't. So I guess it's good that I'm in school, or you guys would never get chapters... But oh no, what is this? I'm graduating this year! Whelp... Haha, well, hopefully I'll be a bit better about it.
On another note, it's a pretty long chapter to make up for the lack thereof for a while. Hope you enjoyed it!
So, I wanted to apologize for the livestream fail. I did tests and stuff the day before, and it was working fine, but I guess the internet decided to say a big "FUCK YOU" and it fell through. Sorry for that, and I'm looking for an alternative for next time. But I'd like to extend my thanks to those that stuck with us and went the chat site for questions. Sorry if I seemed a bit snippity, but I was doing most of the moderation, so I had to take a bit of charge. We recorded our video already, I just have to do a bit of editing, and I'll put it up on youtube. That could take a while though, so don't hold your breath! I'm a busy gal, and have no clue how to edit videos, so it'll take a while.
So, on a completely random note, I went and saw Les Miz. And oh my god. As those who know me are aware, I hate France and all things French... But France got some points for this one. It was beautiful, and I was crying like a baby through pretty much the entire movie. It was awful in the best way possible. I can't wait to buy it when it comes out, so I can watch it over and over again!
It's a bit late now, but I hope you had a lovely holiday season! I got more stuff than I could ever need, but that's family for you, I suppose. Finally got a piano, so I've been practicing here and there. Maybe I'll play something for you guys some day when I actually have skills. Mine are pretty minute at the moment. Again, don't hold your breath.
Well, I can't think of too much else to say to you, so I'll let you guys go with a relatively short authors note. Ask pages are open, as always! And they feel lonely! No activity recently!
Have nice [insert time of day here]! See you next time!