The safest refuge

You know you're thinking too much about Vampire Knight when random opera tracks start having new meanings...

Example:
"No, rido! Rido... quanto lo dovremo aspettar? Che pensi? Un'ora?"
[No, I'm laughing! I'm laughing... how long will we have to wait for him? What do you think? An hour?]
(Giacomo Puccini, Madama Butterfly)


*is shot. Repeatedly*
*crawls back to her RidoJuri fics*