Saix blinked, surprised. he put his arms around her. w-why....am i..... hugging her....... the diviner asked himself. he hugged tighter. but not so tight it would hurt her. strangely... he was enjoying this. he put one hand on her head.
Me: nonsense. i will. ^_^ i promise. Erix: yeah! >:3
haha. yeah. ^_^
yo! wazzup?
"don't blame yourself. Xemnas is always like that." Saix suddenly wasn't himself. he hugged Raiu but quickly let go. "oh... i-i'm sorry... i...... don't know what came over me..." the diviner was trying to figure out why he did that.
Erix: *holds bag out* uh huh. ^_^ Me: oh... at least it's not forever.
i was exaughsted. xD
Saix sighed. "i......didn't want........him.....to........ hurt you." he said as he knelt down to her level. too strange... he actually felt comfortable showing his true self around this girl. he felt very protective of her... another strange thing...
how are you this fine afternoon?
Me: oh.... how long? *is embarrassed* Erix: right here. *holds up huge bag*
i stayed up for about 3 days once. ^_^
Me: noooooo!!!!! *hugs* please don't go..... T~T Erix: *laughs*
Saix couldn't take it anymore. "stop!" he shouted. Xemnas raised an eyebrow. he laughed. "i knew it..." he released Raiu's hair and frowned. "i knew you weren't yourself." "S-superior i..." Saix began. Xemnas put his hand up. he created a portal and stepped inside.
yeah. about that time.
Erix: *laughs* that tickles. Me: O_O
Xemnas smirked evily. "an acquaintance eh?" he walked over to Raiu. "so... let's say i did this..." he took a handful of Raiu's hair and pulled with all his strength. "you wouldn't care?" Saix went wide eyed. what could he do?
Erix: *opens eyes* oh...... hi. Me: what?
2:33 pm. ^_^
Username: keybladewarrioroflegend Name: Neal Smith Age: 24 Weapon(s): Springfield 30 (sniper rifle), Type 99 (SMG), Frag Grenades Looks: Rank: Captain Side: USA Bio: his wife and children were killed during a Nazi attack. he wishes to tear the Nazis apart. he is VERY loyal to his country. Other: N/A
Erix: *squirms* Me: sugar rules.
