This is Leone's brain. This is Leone's brain on anime.

So, I’ve become addicted to the anime show Ouran High School Host Club. It is a thing of beauty. My favorite character is Ootori Kyouya. A character I have no real attachment to at the moment is Morinozuka “Mori” Takashi. He’s cool and all, but I’m only to episode seven and I’m not head over heels for him at the moment. However, my brain, which commands me to make fanart now and then (usually at the worst possible times), says otherwise. This is what happened in my mind half an hour ago.

 

“Hey Leone, draw Mori!”  “No.” “Morimorimori!” “Nonono.” “Moriiiiii.” “No.” “...Mori-senpai?” “No!” “MORINOZUKA TAKASHI.” “Okay, shut up.” “Hmph.”

 

It happens rather often. This is from just yesterday:

 

“...hey Leone.” “Whatever you want, brain, the answer is no.” “...I just want some Zoro fanart.” “Still no.” “Just a little?” “No.” “...Zorooooo.” “I said no.” “Zorozorozoro.” “Nonono.” “...Zoro-san?” “No!” “RORONOA ZORO.” “SHUT UP.” “Hmph.”

 

The battle I didn't win went like this:

 

“Hey Leone.” “Don't even start.” “Nami.” “No.” “Nami-saaaaan.” “Don’t go into Sanji mode; it’s not even cute.” “...NAMI.” “NO.” “Okay, look. One word.” “And that word is NO.” “No, that word is ‘miniskirt’.” “...goddamnit.” “Your pencil is under the chair.”

 

My brain, as you can clearly see, is made of evil. If you’ll excuse me, I have some fanart to draw.

 

Of Kyouya, damnit.