Takashima Arem - Okay, WTF?!
yumeTakashima Arem - Okay, WTF?!
yumeTakashima Arem - Okay, WTF?!
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View profileNão tem muita coisa pra falar sobre a minha pessoa u_ub Quem me conhece sabe! Quem não me conhece não sabe 8D (Não diga..¬¬) Amo fic de...
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It's a make that I don't usually do XD it's rough but I loved it because it was on a day that I was on msn with Kolin and we were discussing about the photo of Uruha without make up, then it all turned out there XD. Ignore the errors of agreement and Portuguese.
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First Published
1 de maio de 2008
Last Updated
1 de maio de 2008
Editorial Status
Completed
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Português (Brasil)
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A life lesson, what would sincere and true love be? "Especially with certain difficulties... Not everything is perfect, or is it what everyone thinks? Everything is perfect, you just have to accept it the way you have to live, don't you... Kouyou?"
- Taka but just working in a store...? - Of course Uru, we can't support ourselves on air, right? -*- - You're looking at those two, right? Too bad that brunette has a weird belt... - What Uru? Do you think I was looking at the dark haired one? - Ahh Taka, did you like that weirdo? - I didn't like anyone!
O Kai me convidou para uma noite de karaokê. Normalmente eu passo a data trabalhando, porém, achei de bom tom aceitar essa proposta inusitada e tão em cima da hora. Por que iríamos juntos a um local onde a principal fonte de entretenimento era música?
Even demons have this and that they don't want to talk about. It was not convenient for Takanori to say his name left and right, especially if it was just to provoke him. A name is also a purpose. And he didn't want to see his between those beautiful, corrupted lips.
In that reality in which he lived, he was a scientist, a physicist in search of something greater, but that in the end his cycle of friendships ended up closing in on two co-workers, a plant and two artificial intelligences. And of course, Sunday lunches at her parents' house, where she'd listen to her mother talk about how happy her brother was with her successful job and her cousin had sent pictures of her twin daughters—two little angels, when are you going to give me grandchildren? Takashi? His eyes were fixed on the coffee mug with a silly print of two mice that read 'The answer is 42'. He sighed as he realized he had lost himself in daydreams. He took the coffee between his hands, breathing in the aroma, the sweet aroma of a few more hours awake without feeling an amoeba. Of course, that scent was better with a dash of cinnamon and cayenne pepper. “Perfect…” he whispered as he tasted the coffee the way he liked it. Better than that only when he was home and could pour a shot of whiskey in his coffee.
"If you want to call it life, feel free, nothing matters when you just want to sing and have someone to listen to... But who's to say you won't have problems over time, or if you will have the heart stolen and taken away by force... I will change my life, change my history in which you are marked, and I will also change my future, where maybe I can find you again..." ~As a student, Ruki struggles at home, even with amazing grades, but with the boys, the band, and a new girl at school, a lot will happen.~



