Seibara

     "I mean, I'm not quite sure if that's something you'd like, but if you're gonna force it, it'll be what you get..."      No one likes jers. Except for jerks, I suppose they like jers, but besides them, no one likes a jerk.      Paul Reinhardt was an jerk. Like, a real jerk. He was a college student and was just...well, a jerk. Reinhardt's time in college was unimpressive, his grades really stunk (though he was good enough to at least pass his classes, but just barely), and he was not involved in any extra curriculars. It seemed he was a little lonely, but he was not open to any sort of socialization. Paul didn't talk about what he di

     "I mean, I'm not quite sure if that's something you'd like, but if you're gonna force it, it'll be what you get..."      No one likes jers. Except for jerks, I suppose they like jers, but besides them, no one likes a jerk.      Paul Reinhardt was an jerk. Like, a real jerk. He was a college student and was just...well, a jerk. Reinhardt's time in college was unimpressive, his grades really stunk (though he was good enough to at least pass his classes, but just barely), and he was not involved in any extra curriculars. It seemed he was a little lonely, but he was not open to any sort of socialization. Paul didn't talk about what he di

     "Let's wrap this up."     "Stupid fucking guys, they think me an idiot. I just want to have some fun, is all. I mean, what's wrong with having a little bit of fun?" Daniel muttered to himself as he hiked a backwoods trail while the guys were deciding whether to meet with Reese, "I mean, sure the circumstances are a little inappropriate, but we don't need to be all down in the dumps."     Daniel Jore-Ginte had always been a hyper and impulsive one, which is why he was usually the one on lookout duty - because he'd do stupid things. As he matured, Daniel was always catching himself doing stupid stuff the second it was too late to not d

     "Oh?...Uhm, I'm sorry?..."     It's tough being a servant. Between the strict hours, unfallible mannerisms, and laborious work, the job of a butler or maid is most certainly not easy. And if that maid or butler lives at their place of employment, well...     "Carroll!" Carroll Volk jumped. He'd zoned out for a few seconds. His employer and master, Wesley, was getting annoyed with him yet again, and Carroll was starting to become concerned about what Wesley thought of him and his usefulness. Surely he wouldn't be kicked to the curb, right?...R-right?     Carroll had been a butler for a couple of years. He didn't remember his parents