Chapter Four: Just Soup-er
Quotable Quotes: "The guilty think all talk is of themselves."-Geoffrey Chaucer
Ren looked at the plate of crunchy food in front of him and shuddered with disgust.
"Why don't you like the casserole Jun made for you, Ren?" Yoh asked.
"It's supposed to be soup," the Chinese boy muttered.
Hide the children, because now it's time for...
The 4th Wall
"Why are you moving The Fourth Wall to the bottom of the page, Setsumi?" Horohoro inquires.
"I dunno. It just doesn't look right for it to be at the top when I'm writing a nanofic. Don't worry; it's only temporary," I tell him.
Horohoro stares at me as if I've grown a second head.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Y-You almost never finish your commentaries without acting goofy or fangirling over some bishonen," he stammers.
"HOLY CRAP, YOU'RE RIGHT! I gotta say something fast! Um...Amidamaruissexonlegs!" I blurt before running away in embarassment.
"I don't understand what she just said, but I'm guessing it's something close to 'Please review,' "the bluenette tells the audience.
