Sooooo... hey... sorry we haven't been updating... just stalling because we really don't want this fic to end... but when it ends, it ends... its inevitable fate...
Sorry this is so short... since it is, there will be a double update today! :D But then we probably won't update until a week later, so take advantage of it! :)
Oioioioiooooooooooi.
This stuff is getting a little too extreme, don'tcha think?
I didn't think Gramps would get involved in this website….. but apparently he did.
That aside, why in the world would anybody think that drunk wad Cana would even date someone like me. Likewise, I have no disgusting, lovey=dovey feelings for her (I'm not interested in anybody. And I never will be). Whatever the reason if for putting me with her, is all bull, because I don't want to have any association with a moody alcoholic who wallows in her booze and gives stupid love advice. You people are idiots if you think someone as high and mighty as me can be with a sad excuse of a woman.
-Laxus
*Cana bangs her head on the desk, realizing she did, in fact, send those drunken letters*
*In her holomail she founds several unopened letters asking her about her and Laxus*
*Shaking her head, she gets up and goes grab a barrel*
"Ain't replyin'! But they should know by now that answer is a never gonna happen in this lifetime or else someone's dyin'," she stated to herself, "Laxus couldn't even keep up with me even if he tried!"
*After her fifth, she started getting more and more talkative*
"Everyone *hip* knows that Laxus is a bi, ya'know. He got Freed on one arm and M'jane on the other. Good thing Laxus moved out, or else Gramp's house would be shakin' every damn night."