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Academy Adventures: Korri Byakko: Part 6 It takes guts to tell someone you like them especially when that person is denser than most of your peers. Sora, why on earth do you not understand I like you? What will it take for you to get the hint? Apparently batting my eyelashes isn't enough for this guy.
Every time I would see Sora on the street, at the training grounds, and even in class I would put my flirting skills into overdrive. I'd swing my hips more than they'd move with my normal walk. I'd sometimes even try to hug him, of course he'd naturally avoid it. He's not the touchy-feely type.
I'd take all the openings I could and every time I'd get fed up, I'd try to confess to him. I always chickened out. I didn't know if he was really that dense. I was worried he was trying to show me by pretending not to know he wasn't interested in me. I knew he was a shy guy and occasionally childish, but he was sweet. He wasn't intere
Academy Adventures: Korri Byakko: Part 5 My father decided to help me with my training today. Help is a broad term, he actually just sat around, watching and occasionally badgering me on what I was doing wrong.
"Fix your stance! An enemy could knock you over in two seconds flat like that! That's no tiger seal! What kind of kunoichi are you?"
Yeah, he was pretty tough on me, but I'm thankful for it because one day I may be a great kunoichi that is difficult to take down. So his criticism is actually a way of helping. He may be harsh sometimes, but that's all he knows. This is his way of encouraging me and I don't mind at all.
Towards the end of my training, the sky began to blacken and my father turned to me and said, "You can't come into the house until you're able to break in by yourself without making any noises. Better get started before the lightening and thundering begins."
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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