<div align="center"><div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/23hula8.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Papyrus;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Liu Yuanjun</span></em></span><br/><br/> <strong>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</strong> <div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Stand for something,</strong> </span></div><br/>Liu turned at the new twist of his name and smiled warmly, even at the gentle smack of his shoulder. <em>Be kind even when something annoys you, stay calm and positive..</em> He thought to himself. "Good morning my dear neighbor. Perhaps you should have taken them to a trash can instead of using others' mail boxes as one." He would then turn his whole body to Mattias, his Kimono gently following the movement. Everything about him seemed old fashioned and gentle, but to him, Mattias seemed to be unable to find his calm spot. <br/><br/>"Why yes," He replied, "Though it doesn't display normally, we take it out when bending matches are going on, for the times that me and my brother cannot close the shop to go watch it in person." Which lately, was a lot, since their money situation was teetering on the edge of being able to pay the rent for their apartment, and the rent for the tea house's lot. Liu would ponder something before asking, "Your mail stayed inside your mailbox all last night. Yet you would think coming home to sleep, you'd see them. May I inquire about where you were?" Even annoyed with the flow of junk mail that was not his own, he still worried about the rumors and gossip about Mattias, but mostly for the man's health.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Or fall for everything.</strong> </span></div><strong>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</strong> </div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">At: Apartments</span></strong>