Taking Care

...Horio-kun?

Do you hate m

I'm sorr

I don't kno

Pleas

I think we need to talk.

(OOC: Strikes deleted.)

Well, damn

Stupid medicine

Stupid doctor

Can't tell Horio-kun but

Okay breathe and I mean it

Well, damn.

(OOC: All strikes deleted.)

Horio-kun... please don't get mad about this, but...

I think I'll have to repeat those requests left by others in your entry. Could you please not post so publicly about your sex life? Because, you know, it happens to be mine as well.

Horio-kun? Have you happened to see my inhaler anywhere? You know, the blue one. I can't seem to find it, I really don't know where it is... And, well, I kind of need it.

Horio-kun, I really am sorry. I was annoyed at my burned skin, not you. I shouldn't have said something like that; it really didn't come out the way I meant it to.

Please come home?

...Guess it can be too much of summer. Or too sunny, perhaps. Or maybe I just shouldn't have enjoyed the outdoors as much as I have.

Whatever there was too much of, the end result is that I'm sun-burned. About every part of me that can be revealed outside without being guilty of public indecency is red. And hurts. Damn, it hurts.

Meaning, Horio-kun -- don't touch me, please. In fact, please don't come near enough that you might accidentally touch me. Otherwise I just might be forced to murder you.

So my boyfriend is apparently a pirate. The question being, should I now be a pirate or a ninja? Where there's a pirate, there should by right be a ninja, right? Even if it's only so they can try and figure out who's better.

Thank the gods for Horio-kun's new cast, though. The last one was killing my eyes.

I'm sorry, Horio-kun. I didn't mean to insult you or Sa-chan. I'm sorry if you understood otherwise; that was most certainly not my intention.

Forgive me?

You shouldn't panic quite so much, Horio-kun. Your mother's a reasonable woman, she's not going to kill you. Much.

Now, having established that you'll survive whatever is coming, what do you say we go on a date? Like, a real one. We seriously need to get out of the bedroom house for a change.

(OOC: Strikes deleted.)

I've no ideas for your mother, Horio-kun. I'll do my best to try and think of something, though.

Before facing that problem, though, we have to survive through the finals...

Horio-kun. One of these days I'm going to take a marker and colour your entire cast blue or black or something. Anything but that purple. It's seriously giving me a headache.

Aside from the colour, though, I have no complaints about it.

Dear person in the bus with the dog,

please, please keep your mutt away from me. I don't care how cute or cuddly she is or how much she likes jumping into people's laps. I've grown quite fond of this whole breathing thing and it's not exactly a habit I want to break.

I'm a nice guy, ask anyone, but the next time you look offended when I tell you I like oxygen I don't care whether it's your leg or your puppy that I kick, but I'm going to kick it hard.

So. My dad came over to see how I'm settling into college. Rather soon, I know, but I guess it just means he cares. However...

Now, my dad is usually a very nice man. However, for some reason he doesn't really get along with Horio-kun. Nevertheless, I couldn't even begin to guess how he'd react to seeing Horio-kun -- and especially his arm.

"Is he making you do everything for you?" my dad asked -- like it's Horio-kun's fault his arm got broken; it's not anyone's fault! And I like helping him, honestly I do. But my father... he didn't seem to quite believe me. Apparently Horio-kun is "taking advantage of my kindness" or something. Excuse me? I'm just helping a (boy)friend until he has two working hands again. There's no reason to get angry at him, for goodness' sake.

Parents are not easy to understand...

Since I forgot to ask you earlier, Horio-kun -- how did your date go?

So, guess I'm finally at college. If it was entirely up to my father, I still wouldn't -- if ever. But it isn't just him, so here I am. I guess.

To introduce myself: Hello everyone, I am Katou Kachirou. Some of you may remember me from middle school -- well, if you went to Seigaku, anyway. I'm in Kita and my roommate is apparently someone called Kajimoto-san -- I hope we'll get along. And, well, I'm just starting my studies with a Law major.

Oh, and if Horio-kun insults you, do try to forgive him. He probably doesn't even realize he's doing so.