So I may or may not have dropped my PDA in the sink.
Which may or may not have been full of hot soapy water.
...which may or may not have shortcircuited it.

Shut up.

...Atsushi went home.
Saeeee you're still here right?

ATSUSHI!!!

OUR PARENTS ARE HERE!!

They're going to KILL me if I keep this hair ohsnap what do I do?!

Tell them i'm sick.

...or something!! Keep them away!


[ooc: ...strikes just struck. His parants barely let him have his old hair length, soo...]

Whatever's goin' on, I like it. ♥

My hair. It is beautiful~

[ooc: ...well, duh he's happy. >___>;;; He's found a pair of scissors and is keeping it manageable; just above his ankles. He also happens to have a spare razor, so no worries with everything else...]

We won.
No one doubt my doubles skills, pride, and love for my hair.

Atsushi's team lost. Which means I have to defend the Kisarazu honour.
'Tsushi... you should've tried harder. Not that your partner was exactly helpful.

I need new shampoo.
Kite-buchou! ...
what're the lineups gonna be for next round?

[ooc: Wow Ryou, don't be demanding or anything. :|]

When is the weather going to be not cold? Cold is not good. I beleive I have said this before, but still. Not good.

This is a tennis camp/school/thing, right? I want to play some tennis. Does anyone want a match with me? 'Cause that would be really nice.
Atsushi, we should do doubles. We haven't played doubles together for ages.

I'm going down to the hot springs. At least there it's warm.

Back after so many years. And there are people with KIDS running around. All I remember is a bunch of teenagers.

Guess ten years does a lot to people, huh?

Oh, me? Well, while Atsushi's off doing his teaching-job-with-Kentarou-which-he-conveniently-forgot-to-mention, I've opened a hair salon by the beach. Nothing fancy, but I make a nice living.

Also, after losing one too many clients, I have managed to learn to keep tags on my personality. So if you'll all kindly tell me who the heck you are and what the hell you've been up to, I promise not to snap. ♥ (Joke, I joke!)

I am so glad we're back. It was freezing.

I don't do cold. I live in CHIBA. By the BEACH. Cold is just... not what I do.

I ran out of the hairspray Yukimura-san gave me. But I also got a message saying that my parents sent the stuff I requested over, and it's here, so yay. Yukimura-san, d'you want me to return your stuff soon?

Prefect elections. Meh :| I don't care who wins. Since no one I really know is elected.

Atsushi are you better yet?

So it's our birthday today.

...it has occured to me that I, at least, should have stayed home until today and then come here.
No matter, what's done is done. Atsushi, d'you want me to go up there and see you, or will you come down here?

[ooc: I couldn't decide whether they're 16 or 17. .__. HALP?
Oh and it was technically their birthday yesterday here. ^_^;;;]

Atsushi, for god's sakes, next time you LEAVE, tell me where you're going, and don't leave it to mom to tell me, like, a week later!!

Anyway. I'm ex-Rokkaku's Kisarazu Ryou. Nice to meet you all, I guess. Saeki, Kentarou, Atsushi. I'm tired from the drive here, even if I wasn't the one driving. So you should all come and see me since I can't be bothered finding your rooms.
You all want to see me, right? I did miss you.

I missed the play. I'm pretty sure this is a good thing.

Also, I forgot my favourite brush and now I have to send a message home, which will both be tedious and annoying because i'll have to make it not sound demanding. Which it won't be, but parents never think of things that way.

...I want an apple.

I'm going to go look around. This place doesn't seem too bad, creepy old man aside.