Stage.

'Who are you going to kiss?'

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Here; today, I had nothing to do but wake up late and fail to make a start at writing. In the end, I ended up doing up a small oekaki story centred around the very intriguing Kuga Natsuki.

It goes like this, summary please:

Set in an Alternate Universe, in metropolitan Tokyo, Kuga Natsuki lives through the days of office work and rest with no excitement or fun. Until one day, a package appears at her door step, opening it to find an egg. This unusual huge dinosaur egg unfortunately cracks before Natsuki can send it back to the post office. To her astonishment, a girl emerges from the egg...Who is it really?

Join Natsuki in her 620x620 inch oekaki journey with this girl beauty, that grows from a child into a woman in merely a few kisses. Can Natsuki take this turn in her boring life into something much more into the extraordinary?

ShizNat only.

That ends it.

Well, it's a fun thing to do. Especially when everything starts to turn hectic. I'm moved.

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My sailing partner once said in disappointment and anger that my words had every way to be sarcastic. She told me even though it didn't sound like one, it was laced with the very inch of sarcasm. I was dumbfounded.
I never knew.
Then, I thought it through and realised how my words could be as such. After sometime, I found the very influence right in front my very eyes.

My father.

Ugh...and he's suppose to be the role model. He has the tongue of the serpent and the words of a fox. He's sly and sarcastic and even manner...and to tell me apart from it. I hate it. Then again, I realised that I have endured his very crude remarks for so long that I have been immune to such distaste after a while.

And now I know where it comes from. Not the genes, but the environment.

How convenient.

Watch your tongue, or else the cat will get it.

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Then again,

Cheers!