[Event Post]

[ogrewarrior]

A man sits on a park bench, holding his head. He looks like he might be walking off a three month bender of pitchers of gin, shame, and regret. There might have been some whiskey in there too. He rubs at his face as he stares up at the sun, winces, and looks back down. 

"...what... What the hell did I do?"

Comments

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

*This IS something he deserves, so he takes it like a man.*

"Oh, come on, they'd suit you. Pretend you're a ganguro, maybe?"

[imajin-all-the.livejournal.com]

So you'd prefer me to be a whore? ::Punch punch punch. They feel like they shouldn't be this strong. Damn little she devil.::

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"Hey, hey, as long as you're just my whore, that's fine with me."

*He winces, slooowly starting to pull back away from you.*

[imajin-all-the.livejournal.com]

... I. Don't like the idea. It goes against everything. I despise girls who give into American trends and ideals. They're worthless trash.

::And she keeps trying to plow you with fists.::