Nekana would, if asked, and not proudly claim that she was a somewhat boring (on the outside type of) person.

Story of today was that Nekana realized (quite some time ago) that she had very few topics to bring up when it came to conversations. She’d be in her own world, drifting endlessly. The fanfictions she’d read would be replayed over and over in her mind as she walked about her business.

Her friends would be close by but conversing with someone else and she wouldn’t mind during her better moods. On the contrary, she may have been unaware but she liked it that way despite the odds and clashes of contradictions.

Discussing the recent Instagram/Tumblr/any other one can find posts she’d seen, a meeting would be held. Having a number (but not total) of 5 seats there was:

1. The Perverted Potato

2. The Sweet Strawberry

3. The Kinky Cake

4. The Blur Banana

5. Last but not least, the Happy Wappy

The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.

The 5 of these seats all played an essential role in making up fictional situations regarding her ships, submarines and the occasional planes to take off.

And although no.1 and 3 were of the same category the 2 played distinguished and unique roles specialized only to them. (There are additional roles but they will be introduced later on).

On a daily basis, conversations between the 2 closest sibling flow naturally.

Perverted Potato: Kinky.

Kinky Cake: Yes Boss?

Perverted Potato: Report on today’s ship. She sailing well?

Kinky Cake: Well, yes, sir. According to Station Tumblr things are going well.

Perverted Potato: Indeed. As expected. All is well.

Kinky Cake: But Boss, Take no offence but a tsunami will be upcoming soon. It travels close.

Perverted Potato: Wha…t? *GAAH*

*whoosh*

Or so it goes.

And perhaps, it was just meant to be.