First Person (entry type): Ok, this is weird, how did I end up in this place, and this is one of the school's computers too. DramaDramaDuck? What happened, and why do I keep getting redirected here? How do I fix this?
I was just to check if the summer camp I'm going to this year has soccer as one of its activities. It's not the soccer camp I was hoping to go to this summer, but Tai said he's going too, so it's not all bad, I guess.
Oh wait, I'm sorry, I should introduce myself while I'm here, right. I'm Sora Takenouchi, I live in Odaiba and like playing soccer.
So as this seems to be a chatroom of sorts even if the name is different, what sports do you all like to play if any?
Third Person: Sora hummed quietly as she glanced at the calendar, the date being the 14th of May, Mother's Day and finished cooking breakfast, spooning some of the okayu into a bowl and placed it on the breakfast tray before sliding the sweet tamagoyaki onto a plate and placing it next to the rice porridge, finishing the spread with a Japanese tea-cup and a small tea-pot of green tea.
Moving to claim the small vase with a single rose, she paused to study the flower, smiling as she remembered the lessons behind the colour of roses, and had chosen a yellow one for friendship and affection which was something she owed her mother, then smiled as she put it on the tray in a space at the front yet between the dishes.
"One last item" she commented quietly, claiming the small potted plant on the windowsill as she looked it over with a slight smile. Pink and blue-ish flowers, to remind them of the one who had taught her to treat her mother with the same love that she had given Sora.
"Thank you, Biyomon" she whispered and added the plant to the tray before picking the entire thing up in both hands and carefully left the room, balancing it on her arm with one hand as she knocked on one of the bedroom doors, waiting until she had heard a "Come in"
Pushing the door open, she moved to slip into the room, gripping the tray in both hands again.
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I was just to check if the summer camp I'm going to this year has soccer as one of its activities. It's not the soccer camp I was hoping to go to this summer, but Tai said he's going too, so it's not all bad, I guess.
Oh wait, I'm sorry, I should introduce myself while I'm here, right. I'm Sora Takenouchi, I live in Odaiba and like playing soccer.
So as this seems to be a chatroom of sorts even if the name is different, what sports do you all like to play if any?
Third Person: Sora hummed quietly as she glanced at the calendar, the date being the 14th of May, Mother's Day and finished cooking breakfast, spooning some of the okayu into a bowl and placed it on the breakfast tray before sliding the sweet tamagoyaki onto a plate and placing it next to the rice porridge, finishing the spread with a Japanese tea-cup and a small tea-pot of green tea.
Moving to claim the small vase with a single rose, she paused to study the flower, smiling as she remembered the lessons behind the colour of roses, and had chosen a yellow one for friendship and affection which was something she owed her mother, then smiled as she put it on the tray in a space at the front yet between the dishes.
"One last item" she commented quietly, claiming the small potted plant on the windowsill as she looked it over with a slight smile. Pink and blue-ish flowers, to remind them of the one who had taught her to treat her mother with the same love that she had given Sora.
"Thank you, Biyomon" she whispered and added the plant to the tray before picking the entire thing up in both hands and carefully left the room, balancing it on her arm with one hand as she knocked on one of the bedroom doors, waiting until she had heard a "Come in"
Pushing the door open, she moved to slip into the room, gripping the tray in both hands again.
"Happy Mother's Day"
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