I'll get back to you on that later... I don't know when I'll be on, so just don't forget.

(Okay. I will wait.)

(Also, I apologise for being such a... carcinoGenesist earlier this week. You know. Just being a woman. In pain. *rollsaway*)

(Just remember. No matter how many times my horomones and pent-up stress causes me to yell at and reject you, just remember I care about you, okay? I'll always be here to listen.)

Holy sh!t the demon cares. O.O Sorry. I just sometimes think of you as The Unpleasable Demon, and other things of the like. Anyway... how to put this... without sounding like an awkward freaked out idiot... Ok. Um. I'm not quite sure if what I'm thinking is correct, but I believe I may have h0m0s3xual feelings for you. (Nope, can't make it sound non-stupid.) I strive to please and impress you constantly, but it appears you do not recognize my efforts. I deal with your hormonal crap without question. I become very awkward and idiotic around you, and cannot do or say anything I might have wanted to. Each week, I plan out what I want to tell you, give you, show you, etc, and half the time I do not carry them out. Each thing I do, I think about how you may react if I do so. All of this, compiled, raises the question that I pose to you: Am I doing this because you are my best friend, or do I ho.mo.s.e.xual feelings for you? (Please excuse me if I trigger you.)

(...I was expecting this, for some reason.)
(Okay, look. I don't even know my own feelings, to be honest, so I can't really answer that. I fear that I can answer for neither of us. I will contemplate on this later, I think, when I have more apple juice...)
(Fur now, when you're actually on at the same time as me fur once, we can just RP. Okay? We can... try not to worry fur now.)

(How did I know you'd expect it? Ok... yes, I, too, shall contemplate later. If you come back on, we shall RP. I shall use Lily, an unposted OC.)
Lily strode into the room and sat down in the black leather recliner. She crossed her legs Indian-style and sighed. 'What a crappy day,' she thought. She grabbed the TV remote and turned on Supernatural. She relaxed into the recliner, putting her hand out to the side. In the blink of an eye, a thick red glass of a mysterious liquid was in her hand. Blood, perhaps...? She sipped from the cup, smiling a toothy grin. She flipped her flame red, black-highlighted hair back and internally fangirled over Dean Winchester.

(That's depressing. I posted that comment at 9:11.)

(Pff, what?)
(*I don't know how to respond to this*)

(You know, 9/11? Terr0rist attack on the Twin Towers at the World Trade Center?)
(Just figure somefin out. *is trying to provoke a likely-stalking Eridan by using fish puns*)

Shifting noiselessly in a vent (F U EVERYONE HAS VENTS LARGE ENOUGH um), two lithe females glanced at each other, communicating without words, clicks, or even sign language. One peered in, her dark clothing rendering her invisible. The other one, staying behind slightly, kept watch if anyone or anything was coming, inside or outside of the vents.

(Mine said it was at 9:13 so WWEH)

(Wwhatevver. ... No one. EVVEN. ASKED YOU!)
Lily, unpurposely* using her supersenses, sensed something unusual. She paused the episode and activated her supersenses further. She mentally felt some sort of beings above her. She passed them off as opossums or something of the like and resumed the show.
(* Neeeeh how do you say dat??)

(Supersenses? Bish, dat's powerplay.)

(They literally are making NO noise, that ANY human being could detect- not even a freaking OWL can hear them, and owls have very advanced eye. Also Simon Cowell is the king of the beavers.)

(I couldn't find a better word, ok? She's obviously a vampire of sorts, so she has 'supersenses'.)

(She felt their dam.ned body heat.)

(Know how they got that way? Harsh training from when they were born onwwards. If they didn't do well, they didn't eat.)

(Who da fudge is Simon Cowell? O_o)

(Ya ya, stahp givin' me backstory. No offense, but I don't really care. Just RP.)

( # N 9 p e )

(Don't do dat. Just RP. OR II WWIILL BECOME AN ERII2OL2PRIITE)

I know. @PabloCat
Maybe... :3 @Ryen

Sorry you two, but I gotta delete your comments. This is obviously a private chat.

'We're almost out.' one signed to the other, lime-colored eyes twinkling in the light of her glasses, which had a screen that could be used as a GPS in the lenses. 'Just a bit further.'

Lily started crying as Castiel died. "NO!! CASS!!" she screeched through her huge sobs.

I cannot find the words to describe what I am currently feeling, but I'll try to describe: happy, relieved, excited, shy, unsure. I always thought you hated me a bit, but hey. It's hard to read you. I uncontrollably shed exactly 2 tears just now, and it's lucky I'm not where my parents can see me, because they'd be looking at my DS and grilling me for an explanation. Anyway... thank you. *cries* I just... *eternal hug*

And yes. I might get the worst speech/lecture from my mother if you had said it in front of her, depending on the circumstances.

I know. But *sigh* now I don't know what to do about Carlos, considering he hasn't been on Colors let alone his 3DS for like a month and a half... I guess I'll just leave a comment on his most recent painting. I'm worried that he might have k!lled himself already... but ya know, our relationship didn't feel like anything more than a strong friendship... h3ll, he might have thought a best friend that's a girl is a girlfriend. But I don't think he's that stupid to think that. Anyway, about how long did you actually love me, out of the 4 years you've known me? (Sheet that sounded weird.)