Subjects are Stupid.

[hates_leeks]

Tch. Why did I even get one of these?

I might as well introduce myself. I am Souma Kyo. I like martial arts and fish and I hate rats. Sometimes I get really angry so you shouldn't get on my bad side or else I will kick your ass. And if you are a rat, shut up and go away right now (THAT MEANS YOU, KUSO NEZUMI.)! OR ELSE GET READY FOR ME TO BEAT YOU! I also turn into a cat if a girl hugs me, so if you don't want a clawed cat angry at you, just stay away.

And before you even ask, I HAVE NEVER FOUGHT AGAINST A BEAR.

Comments

[hates-leeks.livejournal.com]

Thank you, someone with some sense around here.

[favouredson.livejournal.com]

Well, I wouldn't go that far. Heh. I think you'd find quite a few people who would argue with you on that point.

Anyway. You say you turn into a cat? That's rather interesting. I've never heard of an Animagus that was triggered by females, though. Or hugs.

[hates-leeks.livejournal.com]

Its a curse on my family. Some of us turn into animals when hugged by girls or when our bodies are really weak.

[favouredson.livejournal.com]

That's unfortunate. Especially if you're the sort that enjoys hugging girls. Have you ever tried having the curse removed? I...don't know much about your fandom, but I imagine there are people in mine that would be able to attempt to fix the problem. Technically. If you don't enjoy turning into a cat, anyway...

[hates-leeks.livejournal.com]

I think in order to remove it, someone has to fall in love or something? I'm not really sure...it has never happened before.

[favouredson.livejournal.com]

Hrm...that's much more of a...slow fix, than I had in mind. But I don't pretend to know much about family curses. My mother is more than enough of one.

[slobberymongrel.livejournal.com]

That was clever!!

[favouredson.livejournal.com]

Are you baiting me (again)?

[slobberymongrel.livejournal.com]

Is it working [per usual]?

[favouredson.livejournal.com]

Of course (you utter ponce).

[slobberymongrel.livejournal.com]

Lets go out drinking [you nancying flower].

[favouredson.livejournal.com]

Well, alright then. (Where did that come from?)

[slobberymongrel.livejournal.com]

Where do you reckon?? Somewhere low-key so I dont get mobbed and you dont get, you know, accidenatlly murdered. Sod your bloody parenthses, it came from MY HEART, dearest brother mine.

[favouredson.livejournal.com]

I assure you, if I get murdered, it will not be by accident. Sounds like a fair suggestion.

Do you think, if I were to put it back, forcefully, you would survive?

[slobberymongrel.livejournal.com]

So where? Lady's choice, etc etc.

HAHAHA. Cant I want to see my lovely little brother and have a few pleasant pints without some ulterior motive??

[favouredson.livejournal.com]

As if I know any of the local pubs. Just pick someplace. I won't tell anyone that you were the 'lady' for five minutes.

You can, but not with so many compliments. Something is fishy. I smell...shark, perhaps.

[slobberymongrel.livejournal.com]

Ugghh. You're such a girl. How about that one over on Ichabod Court?? With the nervous dyslexic bartender??

You are truly my favourite brother. That was also clever.

[favouredson.livejournal.com]

For all I know or care, that pub could have a satyr for a bartender. It sounds fine to me.

No it was not. It was a joke of your calibre.

[slobberymongrel.livejournal.com]

I didnt know you liked 'em behooved.

You fucking love my Calibre.

[favouredson.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to dignify that with a proper response. I'll see you in a while.

[slobberymongrel.livejournal.com]

Ta.