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Entry 10
Ah, the woods, animals, musty leather...why did I like Majestry so much again?! Ah yes. The craziness that ensues. My God so much funny shit happens.
So my elfy character supposedly got scripted to have met a newcomer on our quest for the Prisma Stone and Vader being Vader screamed out 'whore it out and steal his money.
I hate him so much sometimes.
So the new guy didn't show up until later so I was hanging with the crew and making s'mores cause they're the yummiest.
Mezase did his infamous pidgeon impersonations and I did not notice he was doing it right at my head so when I turned I randomly smacked him in the mouth. Whoops!
So there I am donned in leather when who decides to FUCKING show up?! Our newest player....Shinomori frickin Aoshi!
WHY CANNOT ESCAPY?! And no that is NOT a typo. Say it aloud and it's comical.
Though I will admit he looked...yummy in leather pants and a tight vest shirt for his apparant ranger class.
Woe was me.
He was one of the reasons I was so glad to be getting away!! NYO!
I would like to think he's stalking me at this point.
'Ah, Aoshi, you made it my tall friend!!!' Mezase said, hopping to Aoshi and shaking his hand.
Aoshi merely nodded but had glared at me.
I essentially avoided him for as long as I could until we began playing. I could kill the DMs for scripting me to be associated him.
So in character I had to flirt with the man, who was playing a human fighter. It was appalling and I had to force my way through it, and at one point my character was in his lap. I still want to know how he arranged that one. It occured to me as we were finished for the night to ask the following.
'Why is such a serious prick like you playing Majestry'
His clever response:
'And your excuse is'
I stalked into the cabin and into my little corner space and curled up under my sleeping bag and began to doze off...when I felt a rustle and someone attempting to get into my sleeping bag. Smacking at the tall figure, I was once more pressed against one Shinomori Aoshi.
Apparently he 'forgot' his sleeping bag and thought it fine to share mine. Since when did a one-night stand result in guaranteed bedding?
What a male statement....hmmm.
That's right, Makimachi Misao...international player.
I was far too tired to argue and thus I caved, letting the damned man share my sleeping bag. In truth, if I didn't think about it, it was rather nice and he was surprisingly warm.
When he wasn't ruining things with a scathing statement.
For some reason, I dreamt of him, and kept thinking of his face in sheer ecstasy as he was above me. It was...a wonderul sight. He really was so handsome when he actually showed some feeling.
I still can't understand exactly WHY he slept with me. Why I let him. Why things are as they are.
In a perfect world we would be together normally...but alas...we are who we are.
He: Stuck-up woman-hater.
Me: Stubborn But Cute Defender of the Female Species.
In the middle of the night I noticed in his sleep he was stroking my back...which I must admit felt good. And then he murmured my name.
Will I ever sleep normally ever again?
Somehow I managed, but I woke up very groggy and decided to sleep in for the better part of the day. Everyone started without me, feeling sorry for me, and so it was nice and quiet.
Even Aoshi was gone. :D
Though it was nice for a while to snuggle against him...though it makes me think of his orgasmic bliss face...and that makes me oddly happy.
And it was things like this that made me want to get away.
Perhaps I can't run away from my problems.
Or perhaps I need to get drunk.
Hmmm..