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Shigure is the dog of the zodiac and the owner of the house where he, Tohru, Yuki and Kyo live. He is a writer who writes both academic books and romance novels under many pen names. His most common and celebrated is "Karitani Noa" from his erotic "Summer-Colored Sky" novel.

He loves to drink tea, eat takoyaki, drive his editor, whom he affectionately calls "Miichan", to tears by feigning the non-completion of his work, sleep late, and smoke cigarettes.

He's a jokester who occasionally gives advice or purposely stirs up controversy for the good of everyone in the end.



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Wednesday, September 20, 2006

I knew it!

I feel tired every afternoon. Not to mention, it's also extra quiet during the afternoon, during school days. It's the perfect season to write, right when everybody's out and busy. I just have to keep focusing on what I'm working to beat the boredom looming behind my eyes.
"These walls need some coloring."
It really does look like an office. Someone pimp up my room. I hate the color white. Heh, on another perspective, this room resembles a cell for solitary confinement. Just add some cushion and boom. We have ourselves an author with a straight jacket desperately struggling to write.

rolled on the floor at 2:10 PM