InsaneJournal

WHO: Kozue and Kiriko.
WHAT: What we do every night, Pinky Kozue!
WHERE: Their room.
WHEN: Some time after the dungeon.
WHY: Because Kozue and Kiriko are actually a pretty good Pinky & the Brain allegory; one is ambitious and a bit evil, one is well-meaning but a doofus.


Kozue was actually fairly predictable when something was on her mind.

She tried to make herself busy, usually in doing things that she'd already taken care of once that day, like touching up her nails or checking her email over and over; she opened and closed the binder where that day's study assignment was housed without really looking at it. (This in and of itself was not unusual at all, since she barely ever studied, but she usually only touched her homework once in an evening, if even that.)

Today she had also been channel surfing for ages; but television had proved to be, once again, a vast wasteland, and Kozue had given over to watching amusing commercials. Finally, she gave a heavy (slightly over-dramatic) sigh and turned to look at Kiriko.

"I want to talk about Paradise for a bit. Do you mind?"