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Send me a ‘✖’ for what my muse’s thoughts are about your’s…WHILE DRUNK.
"Will she be angry at me," Erika thought, wiping some smudge from the corner of her mouth.
"... Maybe she will be angry at me..."
"... Will she hate me..."
"... For eating all of her chocolate?"
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Send me a ‘✖’ for what my muse’s thoughts are about your’s…WHILE DRUNK.
Erika purred, teetering at a bus stop and watching the civilians walk by. With her legs dangling and her fingertips strumming on her knees she spied a certain creature walk from her left.
The female caught the other's attention, wondering to herself, "I bet I could beat her in a thumb war..."
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Send me a ‘✖’ for what my muse’s thoughts are about your’s…WHILE DRUNK.
Despite being unable to retain what she was reading, Erika did flip through the pages of the manga and watch the pictures as they flew by.
This was given to her by someone -- someone she barely knew. He was famous but he'd taken the time to talk to her... he deserved some consideration at least.
"That guy," she thought to herself, "If they ever made a movie about Shizu-chan and Izaya-kun, that guy would be perfect to play the part of... Izaya-kun!~"
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Send me a ‘✖’ for what my muse’s thoughts are about your’s…WHILE DRUNK.
Teasing was a good thing. Erika didn't mind that Roppachii and herself tended to tease one another or exchange cruel words. She realized that none of the words meant anything, at least no more than a small insecurity that was more painful in more direct terms.
No... for all of her rash comments towards the male, she did love him. Beneath his self-deprecative exterior was a great amount of love waiting to be tapped.
She reached out and stroked him with a hand, considering all of the possibilities. How lovely he was. how pained he was, whether or not she could ever make him completely happy.
It was such a deep thought to have, laying upside down in bed and making eye-love to his feet.
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Send me a '✖' for what my muse's thoughts are about your's...WHILE DRUNK.
"Is that what he is... is it... is that what he is..."
Erika didn't consider the possibility while they were dancing but some time later -- in her intoxication -- she realized that the male's headphones implied an almost animatronic quality to him.
Was that what he was?
"U-... Uwaaa..." her eyes snapped open after a rush of thoughts, "RIZZU-CHAN IS A CHOBIT!~"
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Send me a '✖' for what my muse's thoughts are about your's...WHILE DRUNK.
"Haru-chan's really great in this movie," Erika thought to herself, head bobbing to and fro. It was difficult to keep up with the characters because they all moved so quickly, but it wasn't hard to pick out her friend. "He's got a good face. That's a great screen face. Haru-chan has never been better!"
She released a content sigh, eyes glued to the side of her refrigerator.
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Send me a '✖' for what my muse's thoughts are about your's...WHILE DRUNK.
"What happens if I give Takehiko-chan some beans and hold an aerosol can up to his bum--"
☎ //I need drunk!Erika in my life.
Send me “☎” and my Muse will answer the phone drunk.
"Issssssssssss a lovely bunch'v coconuts, dancing in a row -- bumbum, big'ones small'ones, some as big as your head~"
Erika started belting into the phone immediately after picking up. When she was done with her 'song' she breathed heavily into the phone, smiling like an ass.
"Sssso?" she questioned, "Cann I? Cann I be in your conccert?"
