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Post by Hiroshi Suzune on Jul 17, 2009 11:19:35 GMT -6
Hiro could barely surppress his laughter. "Masuyo? Showing Affection? And to another human being!" He tried not to wake Tana, who was in the next room, but if she knew what he was laughing about, she'd come to. "I have to. I have to." He giggled, and shot over to Tana's quarters. "Tana....Tana....TANA!!!" He yelled. Geez, such a heavy snorer...
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Post by ADMIN TANA on Jul 17, 2009 20:37:42 GMT -6
Finally, some peace and quiet...or so Tana thought. She had initially went to her room for some solitude but had gotten a bit to comfortable and fell asleep. Right when she had begun to dream peaceful dreams, Tana was jolted awake by the sound of someone yelling her name. Her first thought was that someone had found the Akatsuki's hideout and had begun to attack them, but then she recognized the voice. "Hiroshi..." she thought.
She decided to take her time getting out of bed, and take her time she did. About 10 minutes after being rudely awakened Tana slowly walked over to where Hiro was. "What could possibly be so important that you had to wake me from my nap?" she asked. "And it better be important," she thought.
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Post by Hiroshi Suzune on Jul 17, 2009 20:41:10 GMT -6
Hiro blinked, suspecting to be hit upon yelling. He shrugged and smiled widely through the darkness. "This." He said as he flicked through his camera, and stopped on the picture with them locking lips. That's when a thought crossed his mind. He grimaced at the thought, but shook it away with his head. "Huh? Whaddya think?" He said, on the verge of giggling. "Come on. You have to be surprised." He said, as he let out his giggling.
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Post by Zenaku on Jul 17, 2009 20:46:47 GMT -6
Hiroshi was so loud that he awoke someone he didn't mean to. The man with probably the worst attitude out of all the members of the Akatsuki. "Why are you so loud boy." His demon like left eye staring at him. He didn't have his shirt on as usual. He didn't need to be in uniform so he wasn't going to wear it. His tattoos could be seen as well as some of his scars. He walked down the hall in nothing but flip flops and black jeans. Well speak damn it!"
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