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kamiyandisease) wrote2011-11-25 11:21 am
kamiyandisease) wrote2011-11-25 11:21 am
Chapter 02 - The Day That Became a Mistake - Horoscopes [Voice/Action]
["Face it, you’re a hilarious drunk!"
... Was one of the messages and more that Touma had gotten on his journal today. Considering it was a simple prank made by someone on the network, he did not pay it any matter. He came to the conclusion that it was something similar to internet spam in your e-mail account. After that, Touma had decided that he was going to have a completely happy day with no misfortune whatsoever. It was just a bunch of messages, so what could possibly happen?
... Five minutes after those optimistic thoughts came around, his day suddenly went into the usual downward spiral. He was totally used to this daily routine for himself like it was horribly scripted. But a random thought had popped into head: "Maybe I should drink some alcohol to keep my spirits up." Disregarding the fact that he wasn’t old enough to drink, it still sounded like a good idea at the time. One shot or two wouldn’t have hurt, he thought!
Assuming that he had encountered someone who was randomly giving out alcohol to minors, he figured that he would test his luck. Touma decided to take one drink. Or two. Maybe a little of three... At this point, it didn’t really matter how much he drank because he didn’t remember. As a matter of fact, there was a good chance that he wasn’t going to remember anything that happened today. Swaggering through the village, Touma awkwardly takes out his journal and you’ll hear his slurred voice.]
S’cuse me, erryone... I've got an important question to ask ya. Does November really only have thirty-eight days?
[YUP. With that said, he closes his journal and continues his wobbly walk through the village. Any common sense he has left is telling him to head back to his apartment and crash for the rest of the day, but he might end up walking into your apartment or some other random place! Either way, you can have those kinds of encounters happen or simply bump into him while he’s swaggering along.]
... Was one of the messages and more that Touma had gotten on his journal today. Considering it was a simple prank made by someone on the network, he did not pay it any matter. He came to the conclusion that it was something similar to internet spam in your e-mail account. After that, Touma had decided that he was going to have a completely happy day with no misfortune whatsoever. It was just a bunch of messages, so what could possibly happen?
... Five minutes after those optimistic thoughts came around, his day suddenly went into the usual downward spiral. He was totally used to this daily routine for himself like it was horribly scripted. But a random thought had popped into head: "Maybe I should drink some alcohol to keep my spirits up." Disregarding the fact that he wasn’t old enough to drink, it still sounded like a good idea at the time. One shot or two wouldn’t have hurt, he thought!
Assuming that he had encountered someone who was randomly giving out alcohol to minors, he figured that he would test his luck. Touma decided to take one drink. Or two. Maybe a little of three... At this point, it didn’t really matter how much he drank because he didn’t remember. As a matter of fact, there was a good chance that he wasn’t going to remember anything that happened today. Swaggering through the village, Touma awkwardly takes out his journal and you’ll hear his slurred voice.]
S’cuse me, erryone... I've got an important question to ask ya. Does November really only have thirty-eight days?
[YUP. With that said, he closes his journal and continues his wobbly walk through the village. Any common sense he has left is telling him to head back to his apartment and crash for the rest of the day, but he might end up walking into your apartment or some other random place! Either way, you can have those kinds of encounters happen or simply bump into him while he’s swaggering along.]
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What are you talking about? Who's this.. 'Miko-chan'?
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...??? Oh, I gets it. You're playin' a game with me! 'Kay, ya gots me. Miko-chan... You're like... one of those powersful Level 5s in Academy City. Ya know... You do that 'biri biri' thing with the electricity and the lightning and the flippin' the coins and shootin'... Zaaaaap!
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Kamijou-san, please tell me you aren't honestly mistaking me for another person, and that this is instead some sort of lame joke you thought would be funny for one reason or another.
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.... [HM. Guess he shall have to ask her questions.] What are ya wearin' right now? Do you wear shorts under your skirt? Only Miko-chan does that and crushes innocent dreams for men.
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[ ... wait, then there's that question, and she stops mid-sentence when the meaning of it dawns upon her. ]
Do you truly think that what I wear under my skirt is any of your business? [ OKAY SHE'S A LITTLE BIT EMBARASSED ABOUT THAT but she's totally not letting on. ] It's not like I'm asking what you wear under your pants.
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... Either way, did whatever's going on right now do something to you? I assume you normally wouldn't say outrageously embarassing stuff like this. ... At least not as often.
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It's like a magic elixir without the magic part. Uuu...
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Don't tell me you went ahead and stupidly got yourself drunk just to embarass yourself over the journals.
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And that was meant.. ah, you know what, you probably won't understand either way while you're like this. Reasoning won't work right now.