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---{100 Little Things You Didn't Know About Me}---

1. Full Name: Lincoln Wong
2. Nicknames: Linc, though I prefer Lincoln
3. Birthday:
4. Place of Birth:
5. Zodiac Sign:
6. Male or Female: Male
7. Grade: 6th?
8. School:
9. Occupation: student
10. Residence:
11. Online Alias:

__Your Appearance___

12. Hair Color:
13. Hair Length:
14. Eye color:
15. Best Feature:
16. Height:
17. Braces?:
18. Glasses?:
19. Piercings:
20. Tattoos:
21. Righty or Lefty:

___Your 'Firsts'___

22. First best friend:
23. First Award:
24. First Sport You Joined:
25. First pet:
26. First Real Vacation:
27. First Concert:
28. First Love:

___ Favorites___

29. Movie:
30. TV Show:
31. Colors:
32. Rapper:
33. Band:
34. Song Right Now:
35. Friend:
36. Candy:
37. Sport to Play:
38. Restaurant:
39. Favorite brand to wear:
40. Drink: Cream Soda
41. School Subject:
42. Animal:
43. Book:
44. Magazine:
45. Shoes:

___Currently___

46. Feeling:
47. Single or Taken?:
48. Have a crush:
49. Eating:
50. Drinking:
51. Typing:
52. Online?:
53. Listening To:
54. Thinking About:
55. Wanting To:
56. Watching:
57. Wearing:

__________Future__________

58. Want Kids?:
59. Want to be Married?:
61. Where do you want to live:
62. Car:

__Which is Better With The Opposite Sex___

63. Hair color:
64. Hair length: Long, but well taken care of.
65. Eye color:
66. Measurements:
67. Cute or Sexy:
68. Lips or Eyes:
69. Hugs or Kisses:
70. Short or Tall:
71. Easygoing or serious:
72. Romantic or Spontaneous:
73. Fatty or Skinny:
74. Sensitive or Loud:
75. Hook-up or Relationship:
76. Sweet or Caring:
77. Trouble Maker or Hesitant One:

___Have you ever______

78. Kissed a Stranger:
79. Had Alcohol:
80. Smoked:
81. Ran Away From Home:
82. Broken a bone:
83. Got an X-ray:
84. Been with someone:
85. Broken Someones Heart:
86. Broke Up With Someone:
87. Cried When Someone Died:
88. Cried At School:

___Do You Believe In___

89. God: I'm sure there's at /least/ one...
90. Miracles: Certainly.
91. Love At First sight: But of course!
92. Ghosts: Well, there are souls, aren't they?
93. Aliens: Very much so. From different countries or seperate worlds... but not little green men.
94. Soul Mates: Everyone has one... or for me, several.
95. Heaven: isn't earth?
96. Hell: That would be other people. Or me and Lan, depending on whom you ask.:3
97. Angels: To be woman is to be divine.
98. Kissing on The First Date: That's certainly not proper behavior...(but I won't tell if you won't.;3)
99. Horoscopes: There's a bit of truth in everything.

___Answer Truthfully___

100. Is There Someone You Want But You Know You Can't have?: Not really.

ribbons are pretty too...<.<

somethingsomethingPLANET.

Lincoln looked at the letter again, turning it over and over to stare at the insignia regally printed on the back. It wasn't so much the signature itself, but the added note from his parents. He'd read it only one. There was no point in reading over something that's been memorized.

It was warm out today. Rumpled, half-naked, still caught in the drowsy Limbo between sleepiness and his morning tea. The cursed, canine side of him wiggled with contenment at the warm rays coming through his dorm window and onto his bare skin. This is exactly why he'd requested an outside room...

Lincoln let out a small noise of contentment. But, resist as he might, the morning had come... and there was quite a lot to do. On the other bed in the room, Lan slept, convoluted and still mildly hung over. It was insane how cute he could be even when he was dreaming of pepper spray in your underwear drawer. He wiggled the towel from his shoulders and searched wordlessly for a shirt.

"@$#&*)@ early risers..."

Lincoln sighed. "G'morning, Lan." Lan curled up under his sheets.

"Why d'you have to be such an overachiever alla' time? Cramps my style."

"What, of waking up at four in the afternoon?" Lincoln mused. He threw his sleeping pants into the laundry and picked up the slacks he'd lain out the night before. There was no reason to be messy, rooming with Lan or not. Besides, it was important that he be clean-cut and proper this morning.

"What are you, my mother?"

"God forbid."

"SLEEEEEP..."

"S'not MY fault you woke up," Lincoln argued. "You slept right fine through my shower and making tea. Don't try to tell me it's because I picked up my clothes too loud."

"Oh ha ha ha shutup. Have'n you ever hearrd you get offa squeaky bed when you gotta a hangover? I swear, Linc. Makes me wanna kill you. Wild BEARS could sit up quieter'n you do!"

Lincoln flapped his bed covers, making Lan wince. So neat and clean, he thought through the leftover alcohol. He always had to be so damn clean. "Now would this be the resident half-elf Monstrare bear we're talking about, or an honest-to-goodness non-cursyfied bear?"

Lan made a muffled noise into his sheets. "Which one's quieter?"

"S'a toss-up, really."

"My bet's on the bear."

"Which one?"

"THE BEAR ONE!" Lan shot out an arm aggravatedly, making the sheets fall onto his skull.

The resulting head trauma from the combination crushing cotton anvil and his own screaming offered a few minutes of silence to the other boy. Lincoln continued dressing, much too used to being the logic for the two to even need an "I-told-you-so" look. "Reason number twelve why there's a drinking age."

"Shrdup. Y'jack`rsff."

"Quite astute, will keep that advice in mind." Lincoln zipped up his vest. He turned to the mirror. "Ever decide if you were actually going to join me on the trip?" Lan rolled away from his friend.

"Umm, between the opportunistic all-nighter when we arrived n' you nannying me over my senselessness that'd be a no. 'Sides. Me, work? On a hangover? Nahh, say I'd prolly won't. Won't get another chance to roam like this for awhile. You're a jerk for leavin' me though."

"That was no opportunity," Lincoln said matter-of-factly. "All for fun n' games, but a preteen gettin' drunk is just a headache. Pun intended." He ignored the glaring eyes hiding beneath the covers with some degree of smugness. "This trip, this a good opportunity, Lan. You'll survive without me. Not that I really trust you alone ever but I can't be your mummy all the time. I'll keep a watch out for you, though."

"Aww, thanks mum. Will you pack me a lunch with a lil' note innit thatchoo love me, too?" Lincoln smirked at his friend's sugary-sweet tone. You could always tell how bad a mood someone was in by the amount of sarcasm they used.

"Maybe next time, Junior. If'n you're a good lil' boy. And I'll pack cookies, too."

"Aw, gee, mom! You're the BEST. Now get out, ya brat, I need some sleep."

"Ahhh I never liked you anyways. You big baby. " Lincoln nabbed his suitcase. He turned at the door, pausing to grin widely at Lan. "SWEET DREAMS, LAN!"

The door slammed shut just a second before a flying shoe put a dent in it.

“Lan…”
”Mmrf.”
”La~aaaan…”
”mmflrf.”
“Ten-HUT!”

“WAUGH!”
Lincoln yanked the covers off of his roommate’s bed, sending Lan spinning onto the floor. He looked at Lincoln, half-asleep and more than unprepared to get up. He stared coldly into the other’s eye. “I should kill you, one of these days,” he announced gravely. Lincoln just grinned.

“I love you too, honey.” Lincoln picked up his coat from the doorknob. “Just wanted to tell you that you’d slept through your alarm. Again. So I had to get you up. Again. And your free period’s at the END of the day and no y’can’t take first period off every time. AGAIN. Silly butt.”

Lan eyed him drowsily. ”Wait, what did you call me?”

“Good! Just making sure you were awake. You always fall asleep when I go blah blah blah nag…hey, hey! I wasn’t even nagging then!” Lincoln kicked the snoozing Lan. He whined and batted the foot away.

“Go pick on someone your own brain-size, grandma!” Lan tossed a pillow at him. “I’d get up if it weren’t so goddamn early everyday!” Lincoln retaliated with the same pillow.

“Well if ya weren’t such a lazy a** maybe you’d get some work done, ya hear?!”

Several downy pillows and a feather-shower later, both were flopped on the floor. In the warmth of the morning, even Lincoln was falling back asleep… that is, until Lincoln thought to look at the clock. “Hoshit.” He was out in a flash. Lan barely noticed much beyond the pleasant knowledge that he would, again, be sleeping through first period this morning.

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