Will should’ve been asleep, but insomnia was keeping them awake again. Insomnia and a lack of desire to turn off their computer and be left in silence with their thoughts. So instead, they continued to binge The Blacklist.
They’d been halfway into an episode when Dev had shot into the room like a wayward firework, buzzing and crackling with an energy that was far too animated and loud for Will’s grouchy mood. Dev had, without taking a breath it seemed, told Will all about a wild fight they’d witnessed in a neighborhood they had no business being in. They walked and jumped around the room as they recounted their story, adding sound effects and dramatic gestures at all the correct moments. Will listened to and watched the story with a scowl, which did nothing to discourage Dev.
Once their story was over, they’d flopped onto the bed with a lack of grace that resulted in Will getting jabbed in the thigh by a bony knee or elbow.
“Watch it,” they snapped.
“What are we watching?” Dev asked, cuddling beside Will and looking at the computer.
As they burrowed into a comfortable position, they shoved a pillow beneath their head, halfway pushed against Will’s shoulder. Their bodies were pressed together, save for the two layers of blankets and their clothes. Typically averse to touch of any kind, but especially intimate touch, Will could tolerate physical affection, and maybe even enjoy it, if there were layers between their body and if it was coming from Dev.
“I’m watching The Blacklist,” Will said.
“Neato burrito.”
Will thought maybe Dev was going to watch with them, but within minutes, they had passed out still cuddled against Will.
Two and a half episodes later, Will found themself wanting to sleep. Maybe Dev peacefully sleeping beside them was affecting them, or maybe energy was just running out after a long day. Either way, they shut their laptop, and carefully readjusted so that both they and Dev were horizontal. They bunched their pillow up beneath their head and rolled onto their side, facing Dev.
Dev was so infrequently still, and when they were, Will didn’t want to risk being caught staring, so they rarely got the chance to really look at Dev. When they fell asleep beside them, Will could admire their friend without feeling self-conscious.
That was the only time Dev looked peaceful and serene. Asleep. Their fidgeting subsided and their expression relaxed, their lips slightly parted as they breathed slow, deep breaths. Careful not to wake them, Will brushed a strand of hair back from their forehead. Dev stirred slightly at the touch, but didn’t wake up. Will smiled to themself.
Their moment of silent admiration was ruined by Dev waking up and yawning, before squinting through the dark at Will.
“Are you watching me sleep?” Dev teased.
“No,” Will scowled. “You were snoring.”
Will flipped onto their other side and scowled at the dark room until they eventually fell asleep.
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Summary: The story of Britney and Quest’s first time hooking up, which eventually turns into them having a relationship. This is part one because there’s more I want to write but I’m not sure when I’ll have time. I wanted to post what I have so far though.
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The night didn’t go as smoothly as planned.
A regular client of Quest’s had tasked him with the job of stealing – or as Quest put it, the job of retrieving – a Paleolithic ivory sculpture from one of the client’s competitors. In the original plan, Quest planned to have no confrontation with security. Of course, he had back-up plans for elements out of control, but the run-in with security was his own fault. Britney’s fault, in a way.
Quest could’ve stolen the sculpture the traditional way. Dismantled alarms and a silent break-in during the dead of night. All black outfit and avoiding cameras. But that was so dull, especially when the perfect opportunity to get near the sculpture arose. The owner of the sculpture – a man from money that advertised himself as a charitable philanthropist but was actually intimately involved in arms trades – was hosting the premiere of a new art installation in his private museum. A party where guests turned their noses up at the homeless in their own cities while lamenting the poor orphans of Africa that they would never meet nor truly understand. Their outfits might as well be made of money. Shimmering and jeweled dresses, the name brand suits, the special-made outfits paired with hundreds or thousands of dollars’ worth of jewelry. No one would be wearing outfits cheaper than $6K, and some dresses would cost over a half million.
Fancy parties with out-of-touch rich folk would always be Quest’s favorite targets. He could dress up in his best clothes and spend an evening stealing priceless items from millionaires and billionaires. What could be better?
He opted to play the role of a married man, rather than an eligible bachelor or not-quite-tied-down engaged man. Not that the status of his relationship mattered to particularly persistent women. Regardless, he made his decision, and for that decision, he needed a wife. There were a few women he could contact to help him, but none were as readily available as Britney.
Quest had contemplated bringing in team members to help with cons in the past. Their consistent impulsiveness deterred him, however. Plus, none had his extensive training in adapting to any situation. Britney wasn’t trained either, but in her life before the team, she was well-practiced in pretending. Now, she never had a need to effortlessly plaster on a smile, nor sweet-talk or flirt her way out of trouble. Turns out mutant powers can get you what you want, too.
Quest found out by chance that Britney could still use that skill when she wanted. He couldn’t remember exactly what she’d asked for, but she’d wanted him to pass her something. She demanded it. Expecting a snide response and not thinking much of it, Quest told her to ask nicely. Britney put on her smile that would’ve been downright charming if Quest didn’t know her to be a bitter and angry person. That small interaction was enough for him to seriously consider asking for her help.
Britney hesitated at first. How could someone with her complexion be any help in a con? After a decent amount of convincing and a long battle with body make-up, Britney was willing to help. With a realistic blonde wig and a floor-length, long-sleeve, black dress, she looked like any other human.
It wasn’t really her fault the plan went wrong. But she was the reason Quest lost his usual focus. During a con, he had to become his role. Anything to do with life outside of the con could be ignored until later. And Britney, stunning in her dress, distracted him from the role.
Quest had successfully done jobs with gorgeous women plenty of times in the past. Not once had they hindered a job with their beauty or personality. If he was attracted to them, or wanted to have sex with them, that waited until the job was over.
He couldn’t wait with Britney.
Maybe it was the unknown aspect. In the past, he had a pretty good idea of who would be willing to have some celebration sex after a successful heist. And if he assumed incorrectly, that was fine. They were infrequent co-workers. Britney, however, he saw regularly, and he wanted to keep in his life. She was more human and more real to him than most people in the world. Their relationship as it stood was different than anything Quest had known, and because of that, it didn’t seem right to pursue sexual intimacy. He flirted with her frequently, and she flirted back, but it never got beyond just playing.
During the job, the last of Quest’s willpower snapped. A new experience for him. He didn’t know he had limited willpower. He got so used to controlling his emotions that this sudden lack of control caught him completely off guard.
The role of man and wife gave him an excuse to touch her and flirt with her. His hand rarely left her waist. He let himself get distracted by the way her lips moved when she spoke. The way she glanced at him with amused smiles. The way she flirted and teased him. When she gently pressed her lips against his, putting her all into selling the act, Quest wanted to abandon the job and bring her home. Even if he did abandon the job though, he wasn’t sure she’d go home with him.
In his distraction, Quest screwed up his plan, and he had to deal with security. Britney came to his aid, the party of rich guests unaware of the commotion in the East wing of the building. Quest got the sculpture. They got away without anyone on their tail.
A few miles from the private museum, in a poorly lit gas station lot, Quest had another car waiting for them. They switched to that car, to shake any possible tail, and left the first car with Quest’s driver. After winding turns down a few backroads, including some unpaved, Quest felt confident that no one followed them. He pulled onto a main road, and the intersection light turned yellow, then red. He knew the light was a long one. A long one with a red-light camera. There were no cars around, just wet pavement reflecting the glowing red of the stop light and unnatural yellow of the streetlamps. Quest let himself look at Britney.
The blonde wig lay in a heap on the floor; her vibrantly yellow hair was freed from bobby pins and hair-ties, spilling over her shoulders. In the fight with security, the make-up on her hands had melted away. The acidity of her powers and perspiration left the foundation on her neck and face splotchy and streaked. Beads of sweat gathered on her collarbones, glistening red and yellow under the streetlights, magnifying the green tint of her skin. Quest wanted to lean over and touch his lips to the shimmering beads, run his tongue along her bare skin, taste the salt. He felt a stirring in his lower abdomen and mentally chided himself for his lack of control.
The night gave Britney a wonderful high. Between the gown Quest bought her, the make-up, the adrenaline of the heist, and Quest’s hands constantly on her, Britney was overcome with bliss. After spending a few hours feeling genuinely beautiful, she got to relish in the power that came with knocking out a few security guards. The combination of beauty and power was intoxicating. Only when she slid into the passenger seat of the second car did the high begin to fade.
Waiting for the light to turn green, Britney flipped down the passenger side sun visor and slid open the small mirror. The light next to the mirror lit up her face, highlighting every flaw. Her make-up was caking and oily from sweat. The orange light of the car mirror didn’t do her any favors. She looked like a sickly vampire made of wax. She disgusted herself. The high was fun while it lasted, but tomorrow would be hell. Any mirror would be a reminder of just how monstrous she was now.
“You’re gorgeous, Britney,” Quest said, breaking the chain of negative thoughts.
“Huh?” Britney said, glancing at him. “Have you looked at me? I’ve sweated all my make-up off.”
“I know,” Quest said. He reached over and put his hand on her lower thigh, their skin separated by the fabric of her dress. She didn’t visibly react to the touch or his comment. “And I mean it; you look really gorgeous.”
“I looked prettier earlier,” she said. “I look ugly now.”
Britney enjoyed play-flirting with Quest. The attention was flattering and made her feel almost normal. Sometimes though, he would get all serious. His voice would get quiet and almost husky. A sober and earnest tone. Gaze intently locked onto her. Compliments. That was always too far for Britney. The play-flirting was fun, but that intense seriousness made her uncomfortable. She couldn’t believe he was being truthful when he said those sweet words to her. It was mean.
“You looked very pretty earlier,” he said. “You look gorgeous now.”
Britney smiled a little as Quest squeezed her thigh and his fingers crept higher up her leg. Reminded of the way his palm rested on her waist all night, she said, “You couldn’t keep your hands off me.”
With that intense gaze and earnest tone, he said, “I still want to have my hands on you.”
“The light’s green,” Britney said, pointing out the window.
Quest breathed out a frustrated sigh and moved his foot to the gas. He didn’t remove his hand from her leg as he took the exit onto the freeway.
Britney didn’t want to let go of the high quite yet. Maybe with Quest, she could keep pretending for a little longer. Letting impulse dictate her decisions, Britney wrapped her fingers around Quest’s hand and moved it all the way up her thigh, to right below her hip. She focused on him, ignoring the unnatural color of her skin. Quest’s hands were nicked and scarred from knives and fights, leaving his skin rough and worn.
Quest’s body reacted before his mind could. A small smile touched his lips when Britney wrapped her fingers around his. Then she moved his hand within centimeters of her crotch, and for the first time in a very long time, his brain short-circuited, and his body decided to take the lead. Quest blinked hard, forced the muddy haze in his mind to clear, took a deep breath and held it, hoping the lack of oxygen would keep his bodily responses in check.
Cold air from the car’s air-conditioning gave Quest a weird feeling of hot and cold. His insides flashed hot, while the hair on his arms and neck rose from the cold air.
The reaction was unreasonable. He knew women’s bodies intimately. Even while driving, he’d gotten pretty intimate. But none of those women were Britney. Though he may have wanted it, he never expected anything much to come from play-flirting. If he touched Britney, it was always above the belt. He’d had her hands on her waist plenty of times. Once they’d even shared a kiss, during a rare moment alone, when they were flirting and bored.
“Britney,” Quest said. He sounded like a man deprived of water. He cleared his throat.
“Yeah?”
Quest breathed in heavily through his nose, considering what he wanted to say. Nothing sounded quite right in his head. Settling for the direct approach, he said, “I want to take you home. To my place.”
“Now?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Okay,” she said.
Quest pulled his hand away from Britney’s thigh and abruptly crossed three lanes to get to an upcoming exit, making Britney grip the car to keep from leaning sideways. She stared at him, startled, but didn’t say anything.
- always at Hanna's. if will is there, they stay in their room because they don't want to deal with this.
- there is so much wine/tequila/acetone or rubbing alcohol (Britney I imagine, because I imagine she can ingest toxins??) consumed as they watch trashy television
- Brit has her spot on the floor for defacing her magazines, and she occasionally offers bitchy comments about whatever they're watching
- rose doesn't 'get' the bachelor/bachelorette but watches it because Solana and Hanna love it
- they drunkenly decide they should go on the show to marry the guy for his money
- they also watch shows like summer house, love island, etc. the trashier the better. Brittany and Hanna rip the contestants to shreds. rose is like bring me more wine, while Solana is legit invested
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Kempo club is............ confusing. Duc and I ran into two of the club members on the elevator midway through the schoolday and they greeted us casually, but pulled out their cellphones immediately so I felt like we couldn't talk without being rude - which, knowing Japan, was the point.
Buchou couldn't make it to the first 2/3 of practice, so Mine actually led practice. A sempai came; I think he was either a 5th year, a graduate student, or an alumni.... it wasn't very clear. He was really nice and really helpful. Mine was a scary taskmaster; we did traveling moves as is normal for warmups, but he kept introducing new combos that even some of the brown belts struggled with. It was a lot of fun, though, and I think leading the practice did him good, since he loosened up and became more friendly towards us again.
Nearer the end of practice, I turned around and almost ran my face into Buchou's chest (I really should learn people's names; the only ones I know are the girls and Mine.... T____T) and really gave myself a shock; I don't think he even noticed LOL. He, Mizuki, and Yuki [the only other person who's name I know] did their individual embu for the rest of the club - I was really impressed, all of them ended perfectly on a 1:15 minute mark despite having different kata. Then three pairs of hokei; I was really impressed... I asked Mizuki and Mine how long they've been practicing, and both of them said they only started seriously learning since they entered college [but Mine said he'd been learning for fun since he was small].
Anyway, Mine taught us how to fall near the end of practice; Reynold has never done a somersault before, though, so he was struggling. I took the opportunity to attempt a little matchmaking, but I think it fell through....... oh well.
On Saturday, the ukiyo-e class had a field trip to Nara. The plan had been to take the same train from JR Settsu-Motoyama at 8:24, but I read the schedule wrong and thought it was 8:45........... I actually ended up getting to the Hankyu Okamoto station with enough time to spare, but since there was a lot of miscommunication and I thought I was supposed to wait for some people to show up at Hankyu, I didn't catch that train after all. The train we needed only came once every half hour, and thankfully Aisha was running late as well, so we took the train together~
After taking a lot of wrong transferring trains and a lot of awkward fumbling around with Japanese (we ran into a lady who was pretty fluent in English) we eventually got to the museum halfway through the trip - an hour late, with an hour left. Since the museum scolded us for being too loud, though, we didn't miss much - the original second half had been 'discussion', which worked out perfectly as we who were late just browsed around as the others sat around.
After the museum at Nara, we went to Nanma Den Den Town. It's a district of Osaka Umeda, similar to Akihabara.
MAID CAFES. COSPLAY CAFES. MANGA. ANIME. GAME STORES. MODEL SCOUTS. Holy shit, that was a lot of fun just walking around there~ for a few moments of my life, I lived an otaku's dream. I think streets like DDT and Akihabara are what most weeaboos in America feel like Japan actually looks like, but it's really not the case..... [thank god]
I actually went to go look for a costume for Halloween~ I had planned on doing something with Shingeki, optimally the female titan, but I couldn't find a bodysuit anywhere online, much less in store, and I didn't think bodypaint would be acceptable for the child-friendly event we're being sponsored for. [Otherwise I'd just wear my Revy cosplay] Anyway, 5,000¥ is a bit little for a cosplay.... so I think I'll go in a kigurumi instead. That counts as cosplay, right? If not, I can just be a standard vampire or cat girl~
So that was a trip mostly wasted, except that the tomodacheese managed to find a gift for Anna! It was her birthday on Saturday, so we pooled our money together for an Eevee plush; her favorite pokemon [including its evolutions].
After DDT, we went back to meet with a huge group to go to Izakaya for Anna's birthday~ Michael, who's birthday was on the 8th, was supposed to come too but he messed up his plans -_-
It was lots of fun :D hehehehehe. No more on that. Takuya got really drunk, I think....... I finally got a chance to hang out with non-Kempo or host family 日本人！Soshi and Aoi aka Nicole are both really really nice~
Today, I derped around in bed for a long time; then I ate lunch with the host family [I feel guilty; I had initially planned to eat out but I lost track of time; then Okaasan gave me food but it seemed like she wasn't prepared for a three person meal....... T________________T ごめん、お母さん。。。]. I didn't do much all afternoon; then, we left the house at 5ish to go eat dinner! Sushi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I had my first taste of real Ootoro and Chutoro~ It was so good I think I can still taste it melting on my tongue....... oh my god.
Then they took me to a huge mall called Tsukashin! It's right outside Inano station, which is only a station away from me and it's on the way to school! It has a Daiso and a Uniqlo; I bought a black chiffon blouse today~ I'm still considering what I want to do for halloween. Probably a vampire or a witch, since it's easy...
Aaaaaand then we came home and I procrastinated, so now I'll probably have to do an allnighter. Essay for Ukiyo-e, Japanese homework, linguistics homework, and a japanese vocab test are all tomorrow...... T______T
Yesterday was the first time it rained super hard at a time when I had to go to class~ Okaasan lent me her umbrella since she thought that mine would break since it's a compact. It ended up just raining heavily without heavy winds, though, so all was well ^_^
I actually headed out with my vans, got completely soaked within 30 seconds of stepping outside, and retreated back inside for my high heels x_X so much for trying to keep the new shoes clean. Oops.
HUMAP/JASSO scholarship recipients had to go open bank accounts at a Japanese bank since the scholarship payment methods changed, so we lost our free Wednesday; we barely finished before I had to leave for kempo.
Kempo club is still giving the ryuugakuseitachi the cold shoulder. I hope it lets up soon... it's getting really intimidating to go to club...
Dinner was グラタン〜 I have no idea what it is; it's definitely not Japanese but I don't think I've had it before? Cheese, vegetables, and macaroni at the bottom.
美味しかった〜
Today was good weather, but really hot. Not much happened.... the tomodacheese went to get KFC lunchboxes for lunchtime? Probably the only notable event. Meh. Tierra + Aisha went to go work out after school; I was too lazy....
Some of the Konan students want to go to USJ; I want to go with them because I want to hang out, but on the other hand, I can't stomach roller coasters -__-0 it'd be a waste of money to go, and I'm already running short on cash :\ どうする？
Tini drew a picture of me <3 highlight of my day, yo.
Unrelated to study abroad, personal stuff going on.
One of my acquaintances from school just passed away today. A truck driver was ticketed for driving without insurance and improper lane usage. He was driving on the wrong side of the road, swerved erratically, and hit her and another person as they were walking on the sidewalk. He's been released from police custody.
I'm in a really weird state of mind right now. She was a passing acquaintance... but the fact that I actually knew her and she wasn't a nameless victim is striking me closer to home? I mean, we hear about terrible crimes going on every hour every day. It always feels sort of as if we don't get affected by them, though; as if they won't possibly happen to us.
My campus has had two deaths recently. But the previous one, even though it was on campus and I could have known her, didn't really affect me... but this time, I was notified not through the UIUC crime alert system, but by logging onto facebook and seeing memorials from all my friends concerning her.
I think I'm mostly sad that I can't be there for my friends who are grieving, and also that I just got reminded that no matter how hard I try, I can't protect anyone. Even if I had been present at the scene, I wouldn't have been able to stop it - what's a single person going to do against an erratically driven pickup truck?
But I'm also sad because this life's fickle nature just got shoved in my face, rudely. What's to say that I could have logged onto facebook, and it would have been memorials to my closer friends? My sister, my brother? My best friend?
Or maybe I'd die here in a similar freak accident, and the first time that anyone back home would hear about it is if it made an international incident. No one other than my family would even know, back home.
And about that. Back in 8th grade, way back when, I attended a summer camp. It was right after I got my first cell phone; so I wasn't in the habit of taking it around with me or charging it every day. I missed a call from my sister during the day, and she left a message for me. I still remember it painfully clearly: "Dad's in the hospital. Why didn't you pick up the phone?" I called back 3 hours after the message in a panic, thinking that dad was on his deathbed, but it turned out to be nothing.
But I still think about it. Why haven't I been making sure that my friends know I appreciate them? "If you're unhappy, you're doing something wrong. Change." I've been idling by and letting life happen to me instead of going out and looking for action - I wasn't satisfied, but I wasn't unhappy. Should I let this incident change my personal philosophy?
Whoopsssssssssss........... so I haven't updated in a long long while :\
Basic summary of events:
1. I went to a Hanshin Tigers baseball game with Aki-chan and her host mom and Tierra! 最古だ！I bought soundmakers for 700¥... overpriced, I know, but it was for the experience. Also, Japanese baseball fans release these really awesome balloons right before the third out of the opposing team's, at the end of the second-to-last inning (sorry, I don't know any of these baseball terms....) It was a lot of fun to hang out with them; I gave Aki-chan's host mom my last box of Frango chocolate omiyage, though, so if an occasion comes up again where I need to give omiyage I'm out of luck.
Speaking of that, I bought omiyage for the host parents again - they eat bananas every single morning, and I saw a box of banana chocolate in the gift shop on our way back so I angled in to buy a box. I also ended up buying an uchiwa for myself but I'm probably never gonna use it..... another piece of useless junk to litter my room ヽ(´ー`)ﾉ
2. Kempo club's been getting harder and harder.... I'm glad I get some sort of a workout here - even if it also involves me getting the shit beat out of my blocking arm. Karate wasn't this bad... maybe I'm getting old?
Emotional ranting to follow~ skip past the next to paragraphs to #3 if you don't want to read!
I'm really happy since I feel like I'm finally bonding a bit better with Mizuki and Mori, but Mayumi's impossible to figure out - I can't tell if she dislikes me, likes me, or is apathetic to my presence x_______x. She's a little bit condescending but that's to be expected... I got paired with her during random spar matches, and out of the three people I sparred with, she was the scariest? Either doesn't know how to pull her punches or doesn't give enough shits to pull her punches. I'm a beginner, man, what do you want from me? She also scolded me for apologizing to her during a match - I know that sparring etiquette says it's insulting to apologize, but I clipped her face and she winced pretty badly and I wasn't supposed to do face shots since she wasn't wearing a mask...
On similar notes, most people in kempo-bu are like Mayumi. I feel like they're sort of annoyed at our presence - in their shoes, I'd probably be really pissed off that ryuugakusei come to our club, slow down our practice, expect us to teach them, and don't even speak the language. It's actually really hard to communicate with them, since unlike most of the other Konan-sei that I've met, the members of Kempo-bu didn't actually go actively looking for international students to befriend, so they don't know what to expect from us. Most of them know very minimal amounts of English. Mine, a guy in kempo who I think the ryuugakuseitachi are the closest to out of all the members, has a part time job as an English tutor and his English understanding is good, but he can barely string a sentence together coherently. (Also, I feel like he's been getting more and more annoyed at us? He ignored us all of last practice, and when I invited him to lunch today, he initially said yes (last night) but this morning told us he couldn't make it...)
Sorry, kempo rant over. On to other things!
3. Finally went to Karaoke!!!!!!!!!!! FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY. It was a lot of fun!!!!! We went at a busy time, and as usual, there were way too many of us, so we had to stand around in the lobby waiting for a while, but we got two rooms so the people who wanted nomihoudai could have it and the non-drinking people could also have ours (I had to get up early the next day for Saturday morning Kempo). We sang quite a few songs.... mostly derping though, since the lyrics were in Japanese and none of us in the group could read the kana that fast.
We stayed in the karaoke room for 1.5 hours and each payed around 1700¥ for our time there - really pricey..... ah well, it was for the sake of the experience! Anyway, we left the karaoke place a bit late, and I ended up missing the last train home. Or, more accurately, I got onto the train without problem, but the train that I transfer to on the way to my station (Shinitami) stops running at 11:59, and I was two stops away(Nishinomiya-Kitaguchi) from the transfer station(Tsukaguchi) at 11:59. Luckily, I ran into Teresa at Nishinomiya!!!! Ended up staying the night at her host fam's; her host mom was really awesomely cool about me crashing there on such short notice.
4. SHOPPING IN SANNOMIYA. It was a really good experience <3 Reynold, Aaron, Sharon, Heather, Tierra, Aisha. Bought two sweaters and a skirt, spent more money than I should have, found a nice restaurant, lived life well.
5. Those sweaters I mentioned? They're actually relevant. Ryuugakusei had a mandatory field trip to Koya-san, the starting point of the Japanese Shingon sect of Buddhism, the location of several important historical figures' graves, Kongoubuji temple, several monasteries, UNESCO world heritage site, etc, etc, etc.
We stayed at Ho-oun-in monastery, which was conveniently located next to a Family Mart ^_^
We had one day of exploring the largest graveyard in Japan, one day of exploring Kongoubuji, and then we went back to Konan/our host families'.
6. Lost my teeki-ken....... my money...................................... ＿ﾉ乙(､ﾝ､)_
I went exploring with Aisha and Tierra (tomodacheese!) around Nishinomiya; we went to the Gardens [shopping center] and found the Konan Cube campus~ it actually does look like a jail... I thought they were exaggerating....
We had fried chicken for lunch :> KFC was soggy the first time I had it but it was good this time~ 美味しかった ^_^
Anyway, on my way back from hanging out with them, I misplaced my teekiken somehow. I definitely used it when I scanned out of the station, so it's somewhere between the Shinitami station and the house or inside the house itself. If I can't find it by next week, I should probably buy a new one - a 1 month unlimited pass is 3500¥; I use it 6 times a week, and a one-way pass is 260¥. In other words, I use 3100¥ a week if I don't buy the replacement, anyway.....
7. I feel like I'm forgetting things of vital importance that I'll regret not mentioning, but for now, that's all! Sorry for never posting photos, as well as the huge gap between posts. I'm probably going to stop attempting the 'daily' blog style.....
