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[YAMADA HIROTO]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][style=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;]The day was gorgeous; the weather was nice and mild and the forests, which had seemed dark and foreboding in early spring, were now illuminated with vibrant greens that gleamed in the sun and cast elongated shows on the even pavement of the mountainous Northern District of Midori. As he biked past on his trusty old Martha - a bright pink bike his parents had gotten for him from his neighbour- the younger people laughed and the older people turned their heads to hide their shame and second-hand embarrassment, but Hiroto really could not bring himself to care. The day was too nice to really think too deeply about anything. Hiroto was thankful for the summer weather and even more thankful that the weekend had finally come around. He didn’t hate Hyaku, per say, but is certainly didn’t leave him very much time to do anything other then study and apologise for the many evils he apparently committed during the day. The weekends brought with them a certain element of freedom and simple joy for Hiroto, and as h leisurely biked through the many houses surrounded by bright tress he truly felt like it didn’t get much better then this. Hiroto bike came to a smooth stop in front of his destination. A series of townhouses in bright blues and stark whites stood before him. They stood, tall and clinical against the backdrop of the wild and constantly shifting forest opposite them. To Hiroto, it was almost like they were challenge the forest itself, daring it to cross the barrier between it’s territory and the man-made cobble stones and pavement and enter a society which had no love for anything green and rooted to the ground. But, it was not these houses that Hiroto was going to visit. They belonged to neighbours and other friends, but not the specific friend he was looking for. No, that was going to be an entirely different little trip. He dismounted his bike in a single swift movement and wheeled it over towards a dirt path that looked like it had seen better day. He slid his modestly sized shoulder bag off his shoulder and removed a chain and a bronze lock from insides and after a few minutes good old Martha was safely secured to the outside tree. Had it been any old path, Hiroto would have just biked down. But, it seemed like every time he brought Martha through the little dirt path became a dangerous obstacle course bent on making him a human skewer, but when he walked, it was like the forest opened up for him in greeting. He was certain it was just his imagination, but better safe then sorry! Still feeling the rush of adrenaline flowing through him from his bike ride, Hiroto set off at a brisk jog down the path. He passed by quite a few familiar landmarks: the rotting stump, the clump of poisonous mushrooms, the puddle where the cicadas like to gather and then finally, he reached the intended destination itself. The large mansion Tsuki and her many relatives called home. As he approached, he noticed two of the aforementioned relatives; a lean young woman with strawberry blonde hair and amber eyes that were more yellow then they really should have been and a dark-haired boy who looked as if he hadn’t seen the sun in ages. He nodded politely at the pair as he walked up the front steps and towards the door, preparing to knock, but was stopped when one of them posed a question. ”You’re Tsuki’s little friend, right?” said the blonde one, her voice fluttery and music in a way that seemed almost bird-like. ”Well, I’m not really little, but, yeah, I think that is me…?” he replied, lifting up his arm to scratch at the back of his neck like he usually did when he was nervous, ”Is she around? I was supposed to come pick her up.” ”She’s around.”

[/color] replied the dark-haired male, turning to look at Hiroto with coal black eyes that gave him the chills.

”She’s so lucky, we normally don’t get many fresh--…I mean cute guests here”[/color]

He laughed. Then quickly knocked on the door three times.

”Tsuki-chan, please get here soon, your relatives are scaring me…”
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[IMAI MINAZUKI]

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Well, that and she had to go change into something a little more suitable for moving around than her usual garb of yukata and geta sandals. Even though a lot of them – especially younger ones around her age – had taken a liking to the modern, human fashion, Minazuki always did prefer the more traditional styles. Not that she is a conservative or anything – She refused to group herself with those old grumpy grandmas! But the elegancy of kimono always had a certain appeal. Those chi-paos from China aren’t too bad, either. Just when she was about to get up, a young boy dressed in dark green yukata rushed into her room, stumbling a bit as he nearly tripped over the door sill. “Tsu-TSUKI-CHAN!” The little tree spirit shouted out whilst trying to even his breathing, “THERE I-IS A HUMAN, O-OUTSIDE!” He finally managed to finish his message, slouching over huffing heavily while pointing at a random direction with one hand. Tsuki sighed and straightened herself. “Kodama, the front door is that way, you little dummy.” Rolling her eyes, she lifted the boy by the back of his collar and settled him down in a position where he was actually pointing at the right direction. “and which idiot would be stupid enough to come to this part of the f-“the bakeneko suddenly remembered which person she was going to meet up with. And how much of an idiot said person could be sometimes. “The human doesn’t happen to be male, about this(Tsuki raised her hand some inches above her head) tall, black hair, and has a totally goofy expression does it?” Kodama nodded his little head eagerly. Oh shit. Tsuki slapped a palm over her eyes, groaning frustration. Didn’t she specifically told him to wait for her at the trail?! That … that… UGH. The girl slipped on her sandals and rushed towards the front entrance, hoping to get there before someone decides to make a hot dog out of the hot dot guy. When the girl finally reached the front door, she realized there had already been someone at the door greeting the rare guest without even seeing them. Living with these guys for so long she could already tell them apart by merely their scent. Swinging open the door abruptly, Tsuki found herself face to face with her airheaded human friend. “Baka!” was the first thing that popped into her mind when she saw Hiroto’s face. She raised a palm and karate chopped down on his noggin, totally expecting to hear an echo. “Didn’t I tell you to wait at the trail?! ” Then she stepped out the door to face the other two with a pout. “And you guys!” She shot them a glare that clearly said ‘get-your-own-human-because-this-ones-taken’, or at least she hoped so. “This one is off limit, okay?” “Ara ara~ Tsuki-chan is so touchy~” The blonde vixen giggled and drawled, which the neko replied with another huff before whipping around and wrapping a hand around the human’s wrist. “I’ll be back before dinner!” She said, facing the ravenette, whom by her opinion was a little more trustworthy and serious than that other one. all she did was tease her about the most random things. “... or not. Depends. But safe some food for me if I don’t, kay?” Finally satisfied, Tsuki started to drag the man – boy? – in her hand away from the mansion before any more curious souls could pop out to get a peek of the human. When the pair was finally some distance away from the mansion, Tsuki finally slowed down her pace and started scolding Hiroto with her cheeks puffed childishly. “Baka-hiro! Not listening to what I said and coming all the way over…… what if I already left? Huh? Do you have any idea how dangerous those guys can be? If they were actually hungry you could be made into hiro-yaki by now!” People should really start taking her words more seriously. [/style]

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[YAMADA HIROTO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;][classy=harhar][/classy][classy=texty]ROLL CALL![/classy] [style=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]AND THEN YOU TWIST AND SHOUT FOR YOUR FAVORITE STAR AND WHEN YOU'VE PRACTICED EVERY STEP THAT'S IN YOUR REPERTOIRE YOU BETTER COME ON DOWN AND MEET THE NICEST KIDS IN TOWN![/style]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][style=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;]The door he had been knocking on only seconds ago swung open and Hiroto found himself face to face with the very person he had hoped to see: Imai Minazuki. The minute his brain processed who it was, his eyes lit up and a wide smile grew on his face. He was just about ready to throw his arms up, call out her name and huge her like he usually did when her hand came down on his head fast and hard. His expressioned immediately shifted to one of barely concealed pain and a clear shock in his eyes that seemed to say : “Why?“. Hiroto could have sworn he heard his own skull crack! Then came the verbal insults. “Baka” was something he was used to. It had almost gotten to a point where he would actually respond to it, looking up whenever he heard the word uttered in public. But, with Tsuki it was different, the simple insult meant so much more then just…well, being an insult. It was all the “You worried me!”, “I care about you.” and “Look after yourself properly!” ‘s that her pride never allowed her to utter. He always grinned wide when she said it - he couldn’t help it - and today was no exception. Gratefully, he let Tsuki drag him away after some choice word with the amber-eyed girl who had spoken to him early. Tunring back to wave goodbye, he noticed the girl lick her lips and blow him a kiss. He puzzled over the meaning of the gesture and came to the conclusion that it must have been an inside joke he didn’t understand. When they were a safe distance from the mansion, she began her yelling again, which only caused him to grin and laugh. His reactions usually drove her up a wall, but he couldn’t help it! She was so funny. ”You worry too much, Tsuki-chan! I would have just walked back if you had left, someone would have let me know. -and gosh, do sure do hate on your family a lot! They seemed nice enough to me~” Well, aside from the weird gestures, slip ups and unnatural looking eyes. But who was Hiroto to judge? Still smiling but now rolling his eyes, he removed his hand from her grip to pat her and affectionately ruffle her hair. One time he had scratched her head and she had made this weird gargling noise that sounded hilariously like purring, but now didn’t seem like the time to be screwing around. ”You’ve got a weird sense of humour Tsuki-chan! None of your family are ghosts and I’m pretty sure they’re not cannibles, otherwise I would have figured it out. So there is nothing wrong with me coming over! Besides, you invite yourself over to my house all the time without any consideration for my feelings, not that I mind, but my Grandparents have started calling you my evil girlfriend! I’ve tried to straighten things out but it’s hard when you crawl in through windows and curl up on my bed.” he explained, patting her head reassuringly the entire time and only stopping when he was finished. A few moments of silence passed and then they were at the entrance, Hiroto jogged ahead of Tsuki for a bit and began unlocking his bike. When Martha was free of her confines, he rolled her out the normally soft clickclickclick of her wheels slightly louder on the rougher surface. With practiced ease, he mounted the bike and then patted the seat behind him. ”Now, stop worrying and let me take you to see something cool, alright? I think I’ve found proof of ghosts.” [/style][style=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]idk my bff tsuki • 636 WORDS • see me rollin they hatin [/style]

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[IMAI MINAZUKI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 500px][atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #32DCFF;background-color: #111111;][STYLE=font-size: 50px;font-family: times new roman; color: #eaeaea;text-align: center;letter-spacing: -5px;]{   i just wanna run[/style][STYLE=background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ocfE1.jpg);-webkit-border-radius: 100px;-moz-border-radius: 100px;border-radius: 100px;height: 100px; width: 100px;float: right;margin: -20px 35px 0px 20px;] [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin: -80px 140px 0px 95px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 9px; color: #707070;text-align: justify;text-transform: lowercase;line-height: 8px;] Like a game of chess I predict your move I think I know you better Better than you do I'm sick of feeling cheap Cheated and abused Sick of losing sleep Thinking about you I'm feelin' like I keep on talking I'm repeating Myself, my words lost all meaning I keep talking I repeat myself I just wanna run, hide it away Run because they're chasing me down I just wanna run, throw it away Run before they're finding me out I just wanna run, run, run, run I just wanna run [/style] [STYLE=margin: 70px 30px 30px 30px; text-align: justify; color: #c4c4c4;font-size: 10px;]The boy smiled that silly smile of his again, as if her previous scolding was nothing but a hilarious story to him, just like he always did whenever she tried to talk – yell, hit, same difference – some sense into him. Sometimes it just amazes the youkai how oblivious her human friend could be so completely and utterly oblivious to the most obvious things. Her relatives being anything but human being one of them. “D-don’t laugh! I’m not even trying to be humorous…” The girl pouted, sending the black-haired boy a glare and started running her fingers through her long silver hair, in attempt to comb out the mess created from Hiroto’s ruffling and petting. Sure it felt nice and all, but she had been working extremely hard to make her hair look like it did. “Besides, how do you know if someone is cannibal or not? You probably won’t even realize it until they push you into a pot of boiling water and vegetables claiming it’s ‘hot spring’.”

[/b]Her hand lifted momentarily to do the air quote at the word hot spring. And knowing some people she had been living with, there was not a sliver of doubt in the female’s mind that at least one of them would try to pull a stunt like that if the chance was given.

And when her thought wondered to the boy’s grandparents, Tsuki’s expression turned into one that resembled an annoyed and somewhat embarrassed scowl, “That’s exactly why I prefer the windows! Every time I actually bother to use the door your grandparents keeps giving me this weird look… it creeps me out, ‘kay?!” [/color]Whether the reason sounded legitimate or not to others wasn’t really her concern, because it was certainly enough to make her want to stay as far away as possible from all old people for a while. “and I like your bed… your sheets always smell like sunshine…”[/color] Cyan eyes looked to the side as the girl murmured out those words, before flickering to the human walking beside her then fixing her gaze on the road in front of them before he could notice. “Tch. You should feel honored. I don’t just nap on anyone’s bed, y’know!”[/b] She said quite proudly, completely ignorant to the fact that most people wouldn’t really consider this to be something they’re proud of.

As they reached the outskirt of the forest, Tsuki could already spot the pink bike chained to a tree not too far away, that the boy – much to her confusion – decided to name Martha. Seriously, what kind of name was Martha? In her opinion, the name she got for her tree was a much better one.

“Maa~ You always say that whenever you drag me somewhere. I don’t see any Oscar Mayer yet.” Tsuki said with an amused smirk as she approached the boy and his bike. Going place with Hiro was never boring, since although he always failed to find actual ghosts, there sure are a whole lot of other random creatures popping out everywhere in midori. With a hand grabbing the edge of the seat she sat herself down sideways – since she was in such a rush that she forgot to change out of the yukata – and proceed to wrap her other arm loosely around Hiroto’s torso to secure herself.

“So, where’re we going anyways?” She asked with genuine curiosity as she waited for him to start going.
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[YAMADA HIROTO]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][style=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;]He rolled his eyes at her last two comments and waited for her secure herself on the bike. ”That is because Mayer-sama has probably passed on. A man who lived a fulfilling life with hot dogs would not have a reason to not to pass on. ” he answered, giving the peddle an experimental push. Everything seemed good but even reliable Martha had her off days, especially when she was carrying extra weight. When everything seemed to hold up alright, Hiroto pushed against the dirt path, brought his feet up to pedals and began cycling at a moderate speed down the street. This time the passers-by neither starred nor looked surprised, to them it looked like some poor girl had gotten tired and her boyfriend was taking over the cycling, which was technically illegal ( not that anyone really cared) . It had always confused Hiroto that people were so quick to jump to the conclusion he was dating his female friends. He had tried getting an answer from multiple people and a good majority of them had given him limp explanations based on how it was “weird“, didn’t care or had replied with the abrupt “Are you a homo?“. The closest he had ever gotten to a legitimate answer was an explanation from his classmate in Junior-high: “Well, you do a lot of favours and nice things! -and people don‘t normally do that to people they just like as friends…?” But, that had only served to confuse him more. After they had cycled down the path for a few minutes, Hiroto finally answered Tsuki’s question: ”We’re heading down to the park. You know how occasionally there are seats dedicated to people and then bins for garbage and recycling? There is this old one by the imported willow tree that I’m positive is haunted!” he said, the same matter-of-fact tone as he had used before. Feeling a little bold, he raised on hand into the air, but quickly realized this was not a very smart idea when the bike began to swerve underneath him and returned his hand back to the handle bars. The rest of the ride was passed in a comfortable silence. The only sounds that the pair heard were the occasional rustle of leaves and the clicking of Martha’s ever-spinning wheels. There was something almost meditative for Hiroto about cycling. It was something he could channel himself into; all his excitement, his worries, his hopes and everything that had ever bothered him just kind of melted away. -and there was a surprisingly amount of things that bothered his free spirit. It was true that Hiroto was slow and he was very oblivious, that much he would admit. But, oftentimes he heard and understood more then he let on. It was just easier to pretend that could live carefree forever then face the fact that, if his parents had their way, he would have to face a time in the near future where bike rides with his eccentric best friend to hunt ghosts would be an impossibility. With a shake of his head, Hirot attempted to clear the depressing thoughts that had drifted into his mind. Absent-mindedly, his entire body tensed up and the last stretch the ride became a rather uncomfortable one. But, when the bike finally come to a drawn out stop at the entrance of the park, Hiroto put back on his game face. There were ghosts to be found after all! Without even waiting for Tsuki to get off, he dragged Martha over to a bike rack, locked her up and then started down the slope that lead down to the flattered area that served as both recreational park and suicide pact central for the people of Midori. Occasionally he would turn back to make sure that Tsuki was following behind him, but for the most part it was full steam ahead. Finally, he came to a stop at the park bench in the shade of the willow tree he had observed earlier. Turning around, again, Hiroto beckoned Tsuki closer with a wave his hand. He would normally have shouted out to her, but his lungs were slightly preoccupied with catching his breath. By-passing the bench completely, Hiroto walked over to the bins and tapped the one labelled recycling. In between gasps for air, he managed to pull a shaky grin and explain: Watch..” -a breath- ”-this. -and you’ll finally know I’m not lying.” Pulling a crumpled candy wrapper out of his pocket, Hiroto -a wide grin still plastered on his face- tossed the wrapped inside the recycling bin. Nothing happened. Hiroto let out a sigh and moved his face closer to the opening, ”Seriously? he muttered, giving the bin a hard smack. It was then that a gust of wind blasted him the face, knocking him onto his back. As Hiroto attempted to get up, the candy wrapper slowly drifted to the ground. ”See! I told you!” [/style][style=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]idk my bff tsuki • 846 WORDS • ANGST [/style]

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[IMAI MINAZUKI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 500px][atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #32DCFF;background-color: #111111;][STYLE=font-size: 50px;font-family: times new roman; color: #eaeaea;text-align: center;letter-spacing: -5px;]{   i just wanna run[/style][STYLE=background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/2hmvy.jpg);-webkit-border-radius: 100px;-moz-border-radius: 100px;border-radius: 100px;height: 100px; width: 100px;float: right;margin: -20px 35px 0px 20px;] [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin: -80px 140px 0px 95px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 9px; color: #707070;text-align: justify;text-transform: lowercase;line-height: 8px;] Like a game of chess I predict your move I think I know you better Better than you do I'm sick of feeling cheap Cheated and abused Sick of losing sleep Thinking about you I'm feelin' like I keep on talking I'm repeating Myself, my words lost all meaning I keep talking I repeat myself I just wanna run, hide it away Run because they're chasing me down I just wanna run, throw it away Run before they're finding me out I just wanna run, run, run, run I just wanna run [/style] [STYLE=margin: 70px 30px 30px 30px; text-align: justify; color: #c4c4c4;font-size: 10px;]The girl had found herself nodding her head only a short few minutes since the ride started. The sun beaming down on them had made Tsuki feel exceptionally warm and slumbery. The bike under her was rocking subtly like a cradle as the tires hit each dip and bump on the road, which was definitely not helping with the situation. Eventually, she just gave in and rested her head against the boy’s back, snuggling a little closer to get more comfortable. Then came the boy’s answer, announcing their destination. The cat peeled her eyes open lazily, “Haunted trashcans? …well, that’s new…” She mumbled with a yawn. Normally she would be more enthusiastic than this, but the damn warmness of the sun was doing nothing to help her stay focused. Baka-hiro makes a very comfortable pillow, the albino absent-mindedly noted as her eyes shut once again. Honestly, the entire trip had been nothing but a haze to her, since she was trying her best take a short nap and not fall of the bike at the same time – not an easy task, but she managed. Sometime later, Tsuki woke with a start when she felt movement from the body she was holding on to. She hopped off of the pink bike and rubbed her eyes with a yawn as the boy proceed to lock the vehicle to where it should be before dashing off towards a certain direction. The female stretched a bit and followed suit, though clearly not putting in as much effort as her male friend. Sure, running in these wooden sandals was no problem for the youkai, but it didn’t mean she would do it. Youkai or not those things were still uncomfortable to run in. Following after a running Hiroto, Tsuki made her way towards the garbage can with a little more hop in her steps as the boy raised a hand to wave her over. She watched as Hiroto approached a recycling bin and tapped lightly on it. The bakeneko raised a brow at that. “It’s a recycling bin.” She stated in a deadpan voice. The girl usually hated stating the obvious, but…… she eyed the object again, it was really no different from the everyday, mundane garbage cans that you usually see in most parks, she couldn’t figure out how this one could be any different. But Hiroto was anything but a lair, so she decided to keep the skeptical voice in her head. She scooted a little closer as he pulled out what seemed to be a candy wrapper and dropped it into the opening, looking pretty optimistic about it. She eyed the garbage can with suspicion when nothing happened. But truthfully the youkai had expected this, after all a haunted garbage can sounded even a little farfetched even for her. “Maa~ I’m pretty sure it’s just a normal garbage can.” Said Tsuki, tilting her head as Hiroto got closer to the object, “Are sure you didn’t get led on by one of those idiots from your sch- NYAA!” The sentence was interrupted midway when the black-haired boy suddenly stumbled backwards from what looks to be a blast of air coming from the can’s opening, causing her to yelp in surprise. Her eyes immediately fell on what came back out along with the wind – the candy wrapper that Hiroto dropped into the can just seconds ago – before quickly darting to the fallen male. “Yes, yes you did. Now get up!.” Tsuki exclaimed after a sigh, crossing both arms before her chest. A sliver of concern seeped through her voice as she approached Hiroto, eyeing the boy up and down with a small frown. “You better not get hurt from a fall like that.” Hiroto was always getting himself in some kind of small accidents. It was a good thing nothing major ever happens… well, rarely. Or else she wouldn’t know what to do with him. But she didn’t dwell too long on that, since the apparently haunted can had successfully caught her attention. Tsuki scooter closer to the thing and proceeded to examine it from all angles possible. After a round of close inspection, the girl took a step back, cross-armed standing in her usual way. “Hmmm…” a trail of thoughtful hums left her lips as cyan orbs flickered between the garbage can and the wrapper on the ground. “Hiro, are you sure it’s not just pissed off because you threw a candy wrapper in there? I mean, it’s a recycling bin after all, and I’m pretty you can’t recycle plastic wrappers.” It isn’t uncommon for inanimate objects to develop consciousness. But it’s only suppose to happen to things that were really – and she meant really – old, and this round container before her just didn’t seem to fit that bill. “I just don’t see it as being haunted.” She turned to face her human friend, eyes glistening with curiosity. “What kind of ghost would want to haunt a recycling bin anyways?” [/style]

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