|A mere Bruneian otaku|
Moved to another fresher account?Well, this account has been here for a while, and I tend to be inactive. In fact, I believe that a mere 4 people will read this journal entry. In any case, http://thearcticprince.deviantart.com/ is my new account.Moved to another fresher account? by Daisuke-Josher
I wanted to keep this account here for the memories, but to be honest, I really do need another fresh start. So yeah. Detectivity will continue, and I will focus more on Literature and Stories from now on.
One day, I will actually get to spread my stories to more people. But for now, thank you for all these years.
The Boy is gone, and the Prince is born.
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A certain red haired boy currently walks back and forth across the wooden floor. Pacing, he calls it. Every few seconds, he pounds his fist into his palm, before shaking his head and continuing. I would tell him to stop, but there's no point. This case is perplexing enough, without his constant footsteps thundering across the room.
I look at my papers for a while, before I give up. My concentration is strained to the maximum.
"Plus! How long are you going to do that?" I shout to him.
He stops mid pace, then looks at me. "Sorry Minus, I was just, ya know, deep in thought! Trying to piece together information."
"Well, you don't have to stomp around like an elephant while you're doing so." I say. Sighing, I look back to my notes. Scribbled papers are everywhere. Just the product of several sleepless nights, and mass investigating.
"So, anything new you've found? Any breakthroughs? Any-"
"Just one theory." I interrupt him, before he starts ranting. "I believe the su