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Guud effternuun buys und gurls! Isn't it a vunderffool dey? I joost feel leeke-a seenging! Boot I'll spere-a yuoo.

Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Ruest Beest Sundveeches

-Ceeser Seled

-Tumetu Suoop

-Chuculete-a Cheep cuukeees

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Walter brought his food
To the table with his friends
And sat, feeling terse

Good afternoon, Nadia,
Pippi. Something's in the air.
How do you two feel?

"A bit odd," said she.
"I seem to be thinking in
short, structured phrases."

She shrugged at Walter,
Her cheeks like the reddest rose.
When would the crush stop?

"I feel the same way,"
he said, shrugging back at her
"Which seems rather odd."

"Since I haven't had
Any of the Swedish Chef's
mystic cooking yet."

"I have felt this way
since my literature class.
Maybe it's a spell?"

"With Fandom, who knows?
I don't take literature.
Is it contagious?"

[ooc:
You've started something
Haiku is my favorite
Form of poetry]

"I don't know, Walter,"
she said. "But I seem obsessed
with tree blossoms, now."

[ooc:
The haiku fever
Is spreading like a fire
Over Fandom High]

"It is an odd day."
He said with a friendly nod.
"The floor, for instance."

He pointed downward.
"It lit up under my feet;
I wanted to dance."

"I heard the dean say
Not to be alarmed today
If the floor lit up."

Nadia smiled.
"This school is like nothing else
That I've ever seen."

"I like it this way.
Although speaking in strictest
rhythm is some trick."

He paused for some food
And looked at her quizzically
"Did you balance pets?"

"I did balance pets
and books yesterday. For Bridge.
It was his birthday."

"Unbirthday it was
Three months afterwards it was
Good friends Bridge has, yes?"

Channeling Yoda, oh.
Walter confused is, yes sir.
Haiku eats his mind.

English grammar is
Not well known to Nadia.
She knows not Yoda.

"Unbirthday, then, yes."
She chews her ruest beest in thought.
Haiku can be hard.

"We should go back there.
After our classes are done.
Dance the day away."

"I thought the same thing
At least until duty calls
to Cafe Fina."

"How is that going?"
Pippi asked her friend Walter.
"Are you learning lots?"

"Educational,"
was his five syllable choice.
"Alfred teaches well."

Shared confidences:
"He's like a father to me,
It's unexpected."

Victor overheard this part as he sat down and grimaced.

"A father to you?
Are you sure that you're Walter?"
~~The mun sucks at this~~

Walter checked his hands.
"I seem to be me," he said,
grinning at Victor.

"What are we doing?"
He asked while taking a sip
of his kiwi-lime juice.

"Is it another
Fandom High thing with really
no explaination?"

"Discussing our days,"
Walter answered with a nudge
For his dear boyfriend.

"You've been busy and
missed animal balancing
and other school fun."

"Yeah, I've been busy,"
he replied in a low voice
worry evident.

The truth was that sleep
was overtaking his mind
and knocking him out.

"I've just been tired,"
he admitted with a sigh.
"I don't know what's wrong."

A kiss on the cheek
preceded Walter's worried
look for his boyfriend.

"Are you feeling ill?"
Or was it something other
he feared for Victor.

No picalilli,
Proverbial or other
Graced Walter's repast

Yet still he ate it
With speed and gusto (really)
Yet without catsup.

Her head was hurting
From this thinking in haiku
So she stopped talking.

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