Posts Tagged ‘ecchi’
Sasara Kusugawa and Ernst Von Groaner
May 7th, 2008
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Sasara Kusugawa bent down to wipe up the spilled cream, being careful not to let the frilly apron touch and soak up any of it. When she straightened up, she turned around and smiled at the old man. The old man, our boss, Master Ernst Von Groaner cupped his stiff leathery mitts around hers and thanked Sasara for cleaning up the spill his clumsy hands had made. She smiled without vomiting and fixed another tea setting.
Kotona Elegance
March 25th, 2008
Almost every day, I would suggest to Kotona that she wear a lab coat. I hear the screams out there reacting to the foolishness of the idea of covering up such a sweet body, but there’s something mysterious about Kotona and the lab coat plays to that — there’s a story behind her eyes. Of course, she could still wear her short skirts. What self-respecting hot anime girl in a lab coat wouldn’t? Hell, she’s got the pen twirl down pat. Some glasses would be nice too. Lab coat, pen twirl, and glasses. It’s a better life than that of an assassin, well maybe.
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Pretty Slayer Akatsuki Mishiro
March 19th, 2008
Every school has many of the same cliques and every student including Akatsuki Mishiro involuntarily belonged to one. You can tell a lot about a student’s life by where they can sit in the cafeteria, she said, but in spite of all the cosmetic differences among them, really most of them were all the same. For all the many different inane cliques there were, Mishiro believed there were really only two — cliques with students who secretly fight “demons” and cliques that don’t. She then looked off into the distance withdrawing to a sanctuary within her while the wind carried her hair. The only thing missing was snow.
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Hot House Shouko-san
January 27th, 2008
Sweat arose from Shouko-san’s skin, rising up against the uncomfortable heat pouring into her room. The thermostat was broken and the windows of the old Victorian held fast. Just as well. Shouko wanted to be alone and cut-off from everything. It was a free day made for lounging. A free day just for her. Cell phone in a drawer, land line unplugged, television off, just Shouko, a soft pint of Haagen Daaz, a melting box of chocolate, and the beaten voice of Jeff Buckley swirling in the dizzy heat.
She’s Miss Nobody from Alter
December 21st, 2007
Miss Nobody stole Slash’s hat. Miss Nobody walked right through a cold November rain, across a wide open plain, to a desolate church graveyard and swiped the hat off his head while he cried with his ax. He didn’t protest. He didn’t care. From his fingers, one of the great guitar solos of all time. The Donne Anonime smiled back a thank you and continued her journey without breaking stride.
