Finished volume 1 of Bleach, now busy loading a metric assload of it onto my Netflix queue. CRAP. I was afraid this would happen. On the other hand, you're a not a real otaku till you've at least tried Bleach, huh? Gaia help me, not another fandom! *wails, hurls pillow at Genesis*
Protagonist Guy with orange hair is not as scary as I had previously thought. (Also, sounds supiciously like Japanese-Tidus from FFX.) His name makes me automatically start counting in Japanese, which is distracting, so I've decided to simply call him One-Five. Huh. It must be hard being called Ichigo when you're fifteen. On the plus side, I've never seen anyone run that well in sandals.
Oh, yes. Since One-Five is grumpy, spiky-haired, guilt-prone, bad-ass and an obvious uke, we've classified him a Cloud-cousin. Cloud is very pleased.
Cloud: "I like the big guy with the bird best! I SAW A BIRD, EVERYONE! IT TALKS!"
Sephy: "Not so loud, Cloudy." *smile*
Genesis: "But wait, so ProtoUke just leaves his body when he has to fight? Just laying somewhere, defenseless, no one watching it? Excellent."
Zack: "Still no sign of Angeal's voice, which is usually good. No sign of cleaning products either, which is puzzling."
If I disappear for weeks at a time, now you can all just assume I'm staring dead-eyed at yet another brain-gobbling fandom. AGH, this is all your fault, F-list!