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Nice to meet you!
My username is Bunny Love, but Bunny or Asagao also works c:
I'll tell you a bit about myself before we go on. I live in New
Zealand (where Tess lives!) and I love drawing, watching Hetalia
and stalking the Kiamara thread x3 The idea of this kia being
Italian actually came from Hetalia, I hope you enjoy reading my
form! Now enough about me, onto my playful friend!
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Ciao!
I'm Giocoso! (That means "playful" in Italian!) My nickname is Basil
(foood.) I'm a friendly,playful Kia who loves yummy food and
pretty girls! Let's be friends! I'll tell you more about meeeeee!
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Urrà!
I'm so glad you want to be friends with meee! I come from Italy,
it's really beautiful there. I grew up there when I was a little Kia,
it had everything I needed. The food was delicious, the girls were
pretty, it was so peaceful there!
I love to draw and play pretend! Some people say I'm good at drawing,
but I really don't know. I love to use my imagination, mostly to think
about food. I'm usually very cheerful and impatient. I like to make
friends, but sometimes I can be really annoying. I'm weak under
pressure (actually I'm always weak) and I like to look at the bright
side of things! Most people say I'm a fool and that I'm useless, in an
adorable and lovable way!
I also love to cook and sing! Most of my food tastes terrible, so I don't
really eat it. I'm “gourmet” or a “connoisseur in fine food”, whatever that
means. Food is basically why I exist! Singing is just another hobby of
mine, although some of my songs offend people. I'm just being honest
you know! I'm very truthful and I like to talk alot (especially around cute
girls, hehe) I'm very caring, until the truth tumbles out of my mouth ^o^”
I'm very clingy sometimes (especially when I'm scared) and I always
manage to say something silly. I can make great first impressions if
you're nice and my friends say I'm too eager to make new friends. I'm
not afraid to speak my mind to others, although I'm not the kind of Kia
who stands up to bullies. More like the kind that can run 10x faster when
they see a bully C:
I like pasta, cheese, cats, making friends, pretty girls and fairies! (they're
cute too!) I hate reading, scary movies and... expired food..-shudders-
I have hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia (ARGHH!) which is a fear
of long words. I mean, why use delicious when you can use yum?! I also
like to lie awake at night and think about the most beautiful significant
other I know of...Foooood. I think love is cute and warm and fuzzy, but
definitely not for me...yet ^u^
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Hey, want to hear a story? (say YES!)
When I was just a small kiamara, I lived a life of luxury. I had everything I
needed, a home, a paintbrush, a canvas, a violin, food... But after a while,
as I grew, I discovered that I was an expert in good food, or “gourmet”.
This became a problem for my family, because I had rejected hundreds
of dishes, claiming they tasted terrible, critisizing them shamelessly.
From takeaways to fruitcake to the worlds finest cuisine. I was constantly
surrounded by waiters holding platters bearing what was said to be the
best dishes ever served. But they just seemed to be dry ingredients in my
mouth, thrown together aimlessly to create a mix of contrasting flavours.
One day, my parents told me that they could not stand my eating habits
any longer and that they were going to take me to a new place down
town. I agreed to go, but my paws moodily slapped the ground as they
lectured me on my rude comments on the food they had worked so hard
to bring before me.
We stood in the door way. There was a big sign out the front, colourfully
painted, and the painting didn't seem half bad. The inside of the
restaurant was beautifully decorated, not with posh chairs and chande-
-liers, but with squishy orange couches and low checkered tables. I
liked this place from the moment I saw it but the was still one question
unanswered; how was the food?
I picked up a menu and flicked through it. It had no pictures, making me
even more curious than ever. I suddenly stopped as there were two
dishes I didn't recognise. Now that I think of it, I stopped eating Italian
food after the whole “gourmet” business started up. And what on earth
was “pizza” and “pasta”?! I ordered both of these and hummed my
favourite tune as I waited.
When my pizza came, it looked spectacular. The pizza seemed like the
sun, grasped from the heavens and gently flattened with a rolling pin.
Then an angel had sprinkled pepperoni and parmesan cheese, letting
the pieces drift down like snowflakes. I breathed in the tasty aroma,
closed my eyes, and took my first bite. It tasted wonderful! I felt like
the pepperoni has grown little feet and were dancing on my tastebuds.
The hot cheese melted slowly in my mouth, oozing out of the pizza. I
knew that after that experience, I would never get the taste of pizza out
of my head.
My pasta arrived and I felt a new wave of emotion wash over me. It looked
like someone had taken the moon and shredded it into string, and as it
plummeted towards earth it was joined by exotic spices; shooting stars.
It tasted like an explosion of matching flavors in my mouth; fireworks
sending savoury sparks out on my tongue. I slurped it all up and looked at
the pleased expressions on my parent's faces.
After I finished my parents let me explore the restaurant. To me, it was like
heaven on earth. I had explored a whole new galaxy of flavours in 1 meal.
I loved this restaurant already. I was about to go to the men's room when I
opened the wrong door. I found myself in what seemed to be the kitchen.
Only one other kiamara was in there, her eyes wide.
“Where are the other chefs?” I asked her. She chuckled, her voice tinkling
like bells. “I'm the only cook here. I cook all the food!” she smiled, and I
couldn't help but notice her crystal blue eyes. I stood there in awe, until
she beckoned me over to a pot simmering in the corner. She sprinkled
some spices over it like fairy dust. I looked in the pot and all I could see
was half a litre of saucy goodness. She gave me a spoonful and my eyes
lit up. She laughed again.“I'm Emily.” she told me.
I spent the afternoon talking to Emily about food, each other's past and
and just having fun. Before I had to go, Emily decided to show me how to
make pizza. I couldn't grasp my rolling pin and she came over to help me.
I gave a cheesy grin as she showed me how. Then she let me try, but I still
couldn't. Emily laughed, then put her paw on mine. There was a pounding
in my head and I could feel my face heating up like an oven.
That day I left with the taste of good food in my mouth, warm feelings
and maybe, just maybe... Love..?