loquacious

“Geez, if you introduce yourself like that you’ll likely scare away all of the new pledges… They’ll probably presume that you are on a sugar high and just slowly back right out of the room… Why would they even need to know your blood type?” Lyra shakes her head in disbelief, before the sarcasm took over. “In case there’s a sudden emergency in the sorority house and you need a blood transfusion? Sounds very likely, you are perfectly prepared as always.”

“-- Hey, hey hey Ly -- back up. We both know that I am the queen of being prepared!! Not only that, it’s very important to know my blood type!! Not only am I a universal donor, you know in case someone is bleeding on the kitchen floor and needs blood, blood type O is apparently the best blood type personality according to the Japanese culture. So hey, look at me. I think that’s a super interesting fact to get all the new pledges riled up for the year, wouldn’t you agree? I mean, they’re so small and cute that my mama bird instincts are going to be at an all time high and I need to appear -- lit.  Or whatever they like to say nowadays.”

“So, what are your plans for summer? I’m probably going to end up staying here the whole time, maybe finally get ahead in coursework.”

“I’ve been stuck on a variety of options. One of them was creating a hole where I could either fall through the center of the Earth and land in China or fall and land in Wonderland. I’m really hoping for the latter. Another one would be to make the worlds biggest brownie because who doesn’t like brownies, am I right? I was also stuck on adopting fifty dogs. So many great things, so little time.”

fuck. not again. she’s already been warned about her recklessness. her defence; women were gorgeous – could you blame her? bishop looked around with heavy, tired eyes. a goddess of a woman was draped ontop of her, the six foot one giant in a pair of boxers and sports bra. “oi – love..” she called out, nudging the woman ontop of her. after no response, the brit gulped. “don’t.. be dead. love i’ve not got the time to attend a funeral.. fuck. ”

sayuri, rather curious at the hectic situation that was happening, skipped on her feet to witness the ordeal. she squatted down, sitting on her heels as she placed her elbows on her thighs and the palms of her hands underneath her chin. “did i just witness a death? oh my gosh, i’ve always wanted to be a detective. you know, like nancy drew or sherlock holmes. wait wait, hold on. i can solve this mystery, i promise -- just give me a second to think of what could have happened ----. okay i think i solved this. this girl was a gang leader’s daughter which you owed money to so you decided to use her to get away from these debts but when her father heard of the plan, he sent someone to kill you but the girl protected you and died instead. --tadah!!”

i seem to have developed a bit of a large passion for baking. i mean, i always loved making cakes as a weekend hobby, or on special occasions, but this has gotten rather out of hand. would anyone like to sample some cupcakes with blueberry icing, some apple cinnamon roll, and some banana bread?

“baking!?! let me tell you my love for baking. it’s so much more nicer than cooking, you know? with cooking, everyone is always like ‘just put in as much as you want’ but no! that’s not okay!! there is a recipe for a reason -- please follow it before i start having a breakdown. baking tends to have to be more precise, you know? you have to get the measurements right or your sweets are going to turn into a disaster!! speaking of which, i tried to bake a cake but i put salt instead of sugar and i used coca-cola as a substitute for vanilla. it actually wasn’t that bad. ---- wait, sorry what were we talking about? ah yes!! cupcakes! can’t i sample them all? i’m a bit too indecisive for this.”

Numero TOKYO June 2016