#;fun things

Black: 1 fact about the person I like

She's very interesting..

White: 3 facts about my personality

My humor makes myself laugh sometimes, but no one gets my jokes.

I guess I can be a bit too prideful at times. I'm not really the type to be humble about things.

I can be a bit rude without noticing it.

Yellow: 7 facts about my childhood

My dad set up my first audition when I was like five. I didn't know what was going on, but I got the role?

I had this phase when I was in love with Pororo. I had Pororo stuff everywhere; Pororo bed sheets, Pororo clocks, Pororo posters, Pororo cups, Pororo plush toys, Pororo silverware. Anyways, you get the idea. I don't remember exactly when, but one day, I decided I was too cool for the penguin and got over him.

When I was in preschool, I framed another kid for stealing someone's toy rocket during nap time. The kid got time out, and no one ever found out that I was the one who took it.

Nightmares were pretty common for me until I was nine or ten.

Ice cream was my life. 

My caretaker would make up the best stories, when I was alone with her. I still remember a few of them today.

Green: 8 facts about appearance

I'm pretty confident in my appearance.

From what I've heard, my looks give off a cold aura?

Last time I checked, I was around 185 cm.

My nose is kinda big, but I don't worry about it that much.

My jawline is pretty sharp.

I have dark hair?

I don't really know what else there is to say.

"It's rude to run away without waiting for someone to say anything." She chided gently, amusement leaking into her words before she found herself wandering nearer to the form she'd been made to find after his disappearance. "I do know you and this did happen, okay?" Words twisted and borrowed from him glide gently as hands make their way up the length of his arms --gripping gently at his biceps and pulling him at the same time she rose whatever measly height she could gain from the tips of her toes as lips parted and slanted over his more than likely taken in surprise for a kiss one found in the deep recesses of cable televesion lingering only because she'd decided the taste of Michael was something fresh and whole heartedly his own. It was when she eased away that her hands dropped and the tip of her thumb brushed over her own bottom lip, a smile curling them upward. "There --we're even I think."