Looks down at my creepers and whispers softly "What are those" as I question my life decisions. I didn't choose the punk life, punk life chose me.
"So ya admi’ ya think I’m cute? —Super sweet Dork.”
-- " Th-that ... was a figment of your own imagination an' you ain't got the right to be sayin' that 'cause you're like way sweeter dorkier. "
Did you ever return that Cola six-pack.
What Cola six-pack — … or is this some kind of a code-talk an’ you mean … other … six pack…….
{/Cheek kissu.} I did i' outta love!
[ He’s blushing a little but he ain’t no falling for this. ] Suuuuuure you did.
My favori'e music is pink-rock.
—you stop that!
Hey, hey hey! My favori'e color is punk.
Punk ain’t no color but a way of li—
{/Tackles.}
The punk-rocker is taken by so much surprise that a high-pitch screech escapes his lips before he gracefully falls down. Wait, that’s— that’s Nicole. He should pull himself together and act accordingly like a mature adult or like the Leon Kuwata he is. Shifting slightly, he fixes his greyish-blue orbs at the girl on top of him and forms a goofy smirk, "Hey— it’s… it’s been a while, hasn’t it?"
“Little can be done in your favor, Kuwata-kun, for you are the one who is attempting against the enviroment — no, against the whole solar system, I must say.”
-- " Contrary to popular belief - I ain't smokin' planets. I ain't smokin' anythin'. "
all girls are fucking beautiful and if you try to make them feel like they aren’t because they have fuzzy legs or chubby bellies fuck you
that joke was bad and you should feel bad
"—…….are ya gonna tell me? ‘Er am I gonna have ta beg? Cause ya’ll ain’ exacl’y helpin’ me righ’ now."
The Sex Factory is still a thing an' I wrote a song while I was 1/2 out of commission.
"I ain’t makin’ a scene! I’m jus’ makin’ sure I understan’ wha’ tha hell yer sayin’!"
-- "... 'kay. An' judgin' by the sour expression you're gettin' nothin' so far, do you?"
"Fine! I will ferge’ i’! I’s obvious ya don’ like me so i’s fine.”