Yes, the fic's getting weird, why do you ask?

Will I be able to live with myself if I gave Mizuki decent taste in love poetry? This is not a drill.

In other news, it's amazing how much upkeep all my projects take just to keep me abreast and running. Am I becoming more organised and less of a spazz? Time will tell... o_O; Oh, and Vietnamese crepes are yummy, albeit the strong coconut milk flavour is startling when one's not used to it in the savoury-crepe context.