Jan 18, 2015
Usagi lets out a huff. "God... No one knows how to do things right here!" She said before pouring herself another shot of vodka before she looks back at the shelve of alcohol and growls a bit.
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Usagi lets out a huff. "God... No one knows how to do things right here!" She said before pouring herself another shot of vodka before she looks back at the shelve of alcohol and growls a bit.
"These bakas!" Usagi grumbles out as her hells click on the floor once again and she crouches down picking up another piece of garbage. As she stood up, she fixes her short black skirt, then her light blue tank top and then her light pink cardigan. "First unable to do laundry and now this...." She goes over to the garbage and throws out the wrapper.
{ 09 }
Fitful screams followed by maniac laughs echoed through out the hallways of the building in front of L.Joe. Every so often, he'd raise an eyebrow at a new sound or of a flash he saw through the windows of the building. Otherwise, the latter stood in line for the haunted house with his arms crossed, an amused smirk plastered onto his face as others came out of the building looking terrified, some even crying.
This was no match for the demigod, though. In fact, he absolutely loved haunted houses; anything horror related, gory, suspenseful-- you name it, he loves it. His arms dropped to his side as the worker of the house admitted a new batch of victims. Ecstatic, L.Joe didn't hesitate to run into the house; unlike some others.