Date: 2008-08-22 09:55 pm (UTC)
There is no brain. There is only Zuul.

He was through the curtain and staring at her like she might explode into confetti or perhaps sprout a flower from the top of her head.

"Ino, I have to make my father dinner. What should I make?"

...you're going to have to calm him down if you want to make sense of things. He was quite literally bouncing more than any coffee could have done.
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