Noooo~ I have the screwiest Math MSG in the history of time!!! A 7! It's not possible, but it is reality! ><
Jia Min
It certainly deserves fanfare. xD
Heh. I've joined Jia Min in the Pit of Boredom... And I highly suspect it's going to be overpopulated with many, many, many new additions or immigrants soon. ^^ Haha. I found... er... something amusing. xD You guys are lucky I don't take my height (-deficiency) all thaaat seriously. ^^
“Insignificant. Diminished. Unimportant. Stunted. Fragile. Trivial. Lacking. Inadequate. Trifling. Menial. Deficient. Tell me if I’ve missed any.”
“N-No, sir.”
“Would you say that, under current circumstances, you have come to realize your opinion was both unnecessary and, furthermore, uncalled for?”
“Y-Yes, sir.”
“And has this revelation led to a need to say anything in particular?”
The Eleventh Division shinigami whimpered like a little, lost school girl. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll never, ever, ever do it again! Sir!”
“Good.”
Hitsugaya Toushirou began to leave, a wave of his hand releasing the shivering shinigami from the countless spires of frozen spikes that, just moments ago, had been aimed at various vital points of his body.
“Um … sir? My … er … feet?”
The young taichou turned back around, eyeing the large amount of ice still holding the shinigami’s feet to the ceiling. “Don’t worry. If you make enough noise, I’m sure someone will find you before frostbite sets in.”
And he was gone, his wicked smirk alerting everyone he passed that they would be in for yet another long night of looking for his latest victim.
“They called him shorty again, didn’t they?”
Hell hath no fury like Hitsugaya scorned.
*grins* I feel like colouring my text blue today. Haha, though I may be a hundred percent cured of Muggititis, I'm not so sure about my dad...
While we were sitting around...
(phone rings)
Dad: Hello? I'm coming to get you'll at 6.30.
Point is... 6.30's either 2 hours past or 10 hours later... ^^
I feel an urge to go to my bed (at 10.40?!) before I fall ill tomorrow. xD

