Dear Booky-doodles,
…I have no idea why I just…wrote that. Weird.
Well! I wanted to describe my day to you!
Being in Japan puts me in a really quiet and thoughtful mood. It's rather disconcerting. Oh well. So! Onto the topic!
The topic, the topic. Hmm. The topic. Oh, right. I was about to describe my day to you.
So, Irie-chan brought be to this hotel thingy that I forgot the name of because I don't care about things like that, and introduced me to a little baby person called Reborn. I knew him to be an Arcobaleno, because I'm not stupid.
Of course I'm not stupid. Pshhh.
Anyways, so there was this blonde Italian dude with this Italian baby dude, and they stared at me for a long time. I think it's my green-gray eyes. Lotsa people tell me that they're scary. Teehee.
I think I'm high off Japanese air. And food. Oh boy, Japanese food—
Ohnowait, I still have to tell you about my day. Okay, so then, I looked around for Irie-chan, but he wasn't there.
Suspicious!
But anyways, I decided to break the awkward silence and say hi, because every time there's an awkward silence, a gay baby is born.
Hmm, that might not be a bad thing…
But anyways! The dialogue went something like this:
Lirah: Ciaossu!
Reborn and Dino: …-expressions of astonishment-
Lirah: …Wassamatter?
Reborn: Ciaossu.
Dino: -twitching spasmodically- Ciao.
-Pause for another awkward silence.-
Lirah: Glorious weather we have today!
Reborn and Dino: -glances dubiously out of window at angry-looking skies- Sure.
Another awkward pause, in which I believe 3 gay babies were born.
Reborn: Ciaossu.
Lirah: …-SMILE REALLY BIG-
Dino: -winces, sighs- Here, lemme take those bags for you.
He ended up on the receiving end of my signature Lirah-glare, which wasn't really that scary. But who gives a #$*!?
So instead, he opted to just show me to my room. I despise him already. Annoying, impertinent brat…
I get to my room, and you can imagine my surprise when you see Reborn sitting on my largest luggage bag, which was somehow…already there. These Mafioso people really are superhuman. Mommy said never to marry a Mafioso.
I'm not very sure where that came from. Anyways, Reborn proceeded to lecture me about my job, blahblahblah, which was basically assassin work. Good. Fun. Assassinations are fun. Then he told me that I was to first receive a personal trainer, Hibari.
Behind him, I saw Dino looking gloomy. Ooohhhh~~~ Maybe Dino was jealous that I got to spend time with Hibari. Womanly intuitions, ya know.
So, anyways, I cheerfully agreed to all his conditions without really listening to them, and all the Varia rules without really listening to them, and to keep away from Bel's knife kit without really listening to them, and to keep away from Xanxus without really listening to them, and then ushered them out of the room, smiling cheerfully, as they continued to babble warnings and precautions.
Phew. So now that that was over and done with, I decided to settle down with my dear little Booky-poo and write something.
I'm starting to think that I really did take the wrong medications sometime back. Byakuran-sama must have done it! I blame it on the marshmallow lover, because heaven knows, marshmallow-lovers are all evil.
There's definitely something wrong with me.
Anyways, I was about to settle down peacefully with you when Irie-chan suddenly pops his head in.
Party pooper.
So he goes ahead and repeats everything that Reborn and Dino were trying to fit into my head, and I'm starting to find him annoying, because at least they did it in Italian. This guy just has to go and do it in Japanese.
So I agree to all his crap, again, without really listening to it. Teehee.
When he's gone, I decide to escape from my room, because I was sure it was cursed, and attracted annoying people at the most annoying times.
I managed to locate a teahouse nearby, where I am now sitting and writing in you. Out of my peripheral vision right now, I see Reborn stalking towards me with a rather purposeful look. I bet that isn't good. I'm going to keep on writing and pretend he isn't behind me, and close enough to poo on me. He's tapping my shoulder. He's reading over my shoulder. Oh no wait, he can't do that…
-five minutes later-
I'm in the bathroom now. I told him I had to go, because I still haven't said bye to you. It seems like he'll be taking up the rest of my time today, so I'll talk to you more tomorrow. Maybe. I'll be going to the headquarters tomorrow, so I'm not sure if I'll have time. Bye!