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mayfield_logs2012-02-12 03:41 pm
abovelions) wrote in mayfield_logs2012-02-12 03:41 pm
Entry tags:
confessions
Who: Morgiana and Touma!
What: Not!siblings having some family time.
Where: 840 Hastings Boulevard!
When: Early morning of February 13th.
Warning: Touma's getting ready for his date. We'll see where this goes.
[Flowers could be pretty rare back home, depending on where you were. The thing she could always manage to appreciate about Mayfield, despite it all, were the beautiful flowers and plants neatly spread about. They were different, of course, but not unpleasant. So on the morning of the thirteenth, Morgiana couldn't say she minded the sudden flowers. After carefully deciphering the card (her reading was improving!), she shrugged it off and left them alone.
Whatever the occasion was, she couldn't imagine the point of going through the trouble to be a secretive admirer. It was just a strange custom, she was sure, and she shouldn't pay too much mind to it.
Nevertheless, the carnations were very beautiful.
It wasn't long that she started to notice that her housemate, Touma, seemed a bit more in a bustle this morning. Even if he had this strange habit of getting into unwanted trouble- he was an honest boy and good company. He was also pretty helpful in Morgiana's efforts to learn now to read.
Up to this point, she had respected his privacy and would rarely delve into his business without his invitation. It was a mutual respect. Today, however, Morgiana felt especially curious and so she calls out:] Touma?
What: Not!siblings having some family time.
Where: 840 Hastings Boulevard!
When: Early morning of February 13th.
Warning: Touma's getting ready for his date. We'll see where this goes.
[Flowers could be pretty rare back home, depending on where you were. The thing she could always manage to appreciate about Mayfield, despite it all, were the beautiful flowers and plants neatly spread about. They were different, of course, but not unpleasant. So on the morning of the thirteenth, Morgiana couldn't say she minded the sudden flowers. After carefully deciphering the card (her reading was improving!), she shrugged it off and left them alone.
Whatever the occasion was, she couldn't imagine the point of going through the trouble to be a secretive admirer. It was just a strange custom, she was sure, and she shouldn't pay too much mind to it.
Nevertheless, the carnations were very beautiful.
It wasn't long that she started to notice that her housemate, Touma, seemed a bit more in a bustle this morning. Even if he had this strange habit of getting into unwanted trouble- he was an honest boy and good company. He was also pretty helpful in Morgiana's efforts to learn now to read.
Up to this point, she had respected his privacy and would rarely delve into his business without his invitation. It was a mutual respect. Today, however, Morgiana felt especially curious and so she calls out:] Touma?
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[ And just as he said that, he runs his fingers through his head. ] Ahh, don't thank me. I just think it's natural to let you know since you've been around this long. At least it explains why I'm weird about some things.