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 Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2020 12:36 pm
Inspired by;; High School, Random Idea
Created by;; Heart Pirate Luna
Literacy;; Semi-Literate to Lazy - Literate
Status;; Open - Accepting
Links ;; Profiles - Discord
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2020 12:37 pm
  tab • 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 • 𝙽𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚕 • 𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 • 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚜𝚜 • ❀ 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚎 ❀ 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚜 ❀
❀ 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚎 ❀ 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚜 ❀
❀ 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚎 ❀ 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚜 ❀  ─────────────── ❀ ───────────────For the first time in two years, Laurena slept in last night. Maybe it was just the long, exhaustive summer with her parents asking when she was going to marry so her son wouldn't be raised by a single, stressed out parent. Maybe it was the comfort of being back on the campus she first started to turn her life around. Maybe it was just the fact that Saul no longer cried in the middle of the night. Either way, it was pure bliss. Cuddled up with her son and a fluffy blanket that competed with her own fur coat, there was not a single thing that could bother her restful slumber.
Not even her duties as a teacher.
It wasn't until around 10 AM that the cooing of Saul as he played with his stuffed pup finally awoke her, and even then, she walked around in a morning haze of peace and joy. Had they been able to spend the day together playing and bonding as mother and son, her life would sound a lot more together than it actually was.
And then the sound of an electric guitar reverberating through the glass window shattered what little dreams were left in her eyes. The peaceful smile replaced with murderous intent. Even as Saul continued to coo at the exciting new noise, she could only gently pat his head as she realized today would be the first day of the new school year. And she had yet to create a syllabus.
"Well, too late now for that, huh mi hijito bonito?" She asked her son, dotingly mushing his cheeks together to disregard the fact that, despite being a grown adult, she procrastinated just as much as the children she taught. Laurena looked at her phone, hoping the time wasn't as bad as she thought. Unfortunately, she was right on the nose with her suspicions.
"CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP," She constantly muttered under her breath as she gulped her bowl of sugary cereal down and tossed on a lazy outfit complete with a loose fitted sweater, dark jeans, and the closest pair of boots she could nab. Quickly strapping on her baby carrier that was starting to become more redundant as Saul grew bigger, she zoomed out the door.
First order of business: figure out when exactly she'll be teaching. Computer science wasn't exactly on everyone's must go classes like art and music. Even though she constantly states that anything that can be made in the physical world can be replicated in the science world, it's less to do with ingenuity with most folks and more to do with letting go with old ways. Playing an instrument in person and mechanically synthesizing the same exact instrument are seen as two different fields, even if they are the same.
Either way, was she even going to have a computer lab? Was the headmaster going to give students their own laptops? Hell if she knew. But she knew someone who would.
"Headmaster!" She shouted, her sprint coming to an end at the school's main office. Saul, completely in tune with his mother's energetic shenanigans, giggled as Laurena panted like a dog (which the irony being she is one). After catching her breath, she saw they weren't alone. "A-ah, sorry. I didn't mean to butt in on a conversation." She bowed to both Ignis and Yuki. While bowing isn't something typical in her culture or Ignis', she still showed respect to the woman in charge and to the culture that bound the school and nation.─────────────── ❀ ─────────────── ❀ 𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • Teacher Dorms > Office ❀
❀ 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 • Yuki & Ignis ❀
❀ 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍 • welp I just spent my energy for the day ❀ 
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2020 12:38 pm
tab • 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 • 𝙽𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚕 • 𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 • 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚜𝚜 • ❀ 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚎 ❀ 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚜 ❀
❀ 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚎 ❀ 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚜 ❀
❀ 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚎 ❀ 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚜 ❀ ─────────────── ❀ ───────────────Relief washed over Laurena as she was assured her loud entrance wasn't a disruption of a larger conversation. The sound of Ignis' summer trip to Italy sounded almost pleasant to her. Venetian boat rides, freshly made pasta, cities bustling with liveliness in a more informal manner than Japan was known for. She imagined for a moment just how pleasant her coworker's summer was in such a nice climate.
And then he brought up her parenting duties.
"Se la vida," She responded with a small shrug and casual smile. She had gotten used to the awkward stares and strange remarks. After all, she was one of the only staff members with a small kid, and she was a single parent in a nation where such a thing was seen as...abnormal? Weird? She didn't know how to describe it, but the awkward and tense feeling people have around her when she mentions no father in the picture screamed rude in her eyes. She'd kill her son's father if she had the chance, but nooooo. That's improper. Murder is illegal.
Aside from age, job, and a baby, there were few things to separate Laurena's mindset to that of most of the kids who attended Rosewood. But Saul made her grow up more, and that's likely for the better. No more drugs and alcohol. No more getting stepped on and treated like a dog. No more violent fights and questions on what she was doing with her life. Now she had a purpose and a goal.
As Ignis excused himself, she waved, And Saul mimicked her, his small fist shaking in the air. As Yuki started to poke his cheeks, he giggled and grabbed her finger, only to shake it like a rattle.
"He's fifteen months now! He can walk and knows a few words, but it's easier if he's with me like this...Oh, I hope that's okay, Headmaster. I can find a sitter business if it's not," Laurena was quick to go from doting to respect mode. She saw Yuki as a woman to be respected and revered. After all, it isn't often someone with her background can get such a secure job, and she wasn't about to take it for granted.
"Is there another more troubled student? It can't be as bad as whichever kid was screeching a guitar outside just now, is it?" She asked, more calmly. Maybe it had to do with her own rebellious nature, but taking on tough kids was easy for Laurena. With last year being her first year on the job, she had a lot to learn still on the nuances of caring for teens, but the teacher is nothing if not a fast learner. ─────────────── ❀ ─────────────── ❀ 𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • Office ❀
❀ 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 • Yuki & Ignis ❀
❀ 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍 • forgetting why she came to the office in the first place ❀ 
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2020 12:39 pm
   When Yumi's fathers sent her to Rosewood for her first year of high school in the hopes that she'd learn how to be more in tune with the feelings of others, the last thing they expected was for her to come home for summer break with a load of poisonous plants with varying degrees of growth and exactly zero friends. They weren't expecting a miracle, maybe just one or two close pals and some memorable learning experiences. What happened instead was Yumi becoming obsessed with some of the deadliest flora mother nature had to offer. Maybe it was listening to one too many lectures from a certain gardening advisor about how wonderful nature can be and how annoying humanity can be. Or maybe it just had to do with the fact that plants were easier to nurture than human relationships. Or maybe it's just flowers pretty. Who knows? Certainly not Yumi, who even spent her entire summer vacation growing a human-sized venus fly trap only for it to accidentally devour the neighbor. Oops. She had to say her bittersweet goodbyes to the plant she named Dandy as the local law enforcement wheeled it away. The last week of vacation was spent crying over their bittersweet split. The only thing that kept her going in the end was a promise from her dads that they'd take care of her plants while she went back to school. So with that, she wiped away her tears, packed up everything, and decided to go back to Rosewood for round 2. What's the worst that can happen this year?
The little necromancer hadn't even walked onto campus yet and she already began to spiral. Apparently, her old roommate had apparently reformed and wouldn't be coming back, which sounded like BS. Her roommate was a punk with an attitude as big as her spiky Mohawk (which was to say, big). It was more likely she'd join the circus than "reform", but that was the excuse they gave for not telling Yumi who her new roommate was to be. She stared at her phone, pouting with tears in her eyes, as both of her fathers sat in the front seat of their car.
"There, there, Yu-Chan. It'll be okay. I'm sure whoever your next roommate will be is going to be just as nice," Her dad Kyou assured her, a gentle smile spreading on his face. Yumi responded immediately with puffed cheeks and a pouty voice.
"Mura wasn't nice. She was scary. She once threatened to stab a boy for telling her she had a cool haircut. That's why I liked her..." She trailed off. Kyou's smile soured into awkwardness. Unlike his counterpart, he had no idea how to deal with Yumi's more peculiar tastes. Seeing his husband's reaction, Souren began to speak to Yumi, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Yumi, you go to a school full of delinquents. More likely, Mura will be replaced with someone even scarier than her. Have you thought about that?" He asked. Immediately, Yumi lit up as she considered the possibilities.
"Maybe I'll get a roommate who likes plants as much as I do," She started, now in her own lala land. Kyou sighed and gave a thumbs up to his husband, as though to say 'good job'.
Rosewood Academy had finally come in sight, and it was as she remembered it. Grand in scale and bustling full of activity. With the help of her dads, she pulled out her suitcase, rolling plant cart, and backpack. With tender farewells, Yumi was left alone to wander into the courtyard, keeping with her in tow a large variety of poppies, belladonna, poison ivy, and foxgloves. She rolled her cart carefully towards the dorms, avoiding the gatherings of friends as they all chatted about joyful summer breaks and whatever shenanigans they hoped to go through this year.
For Yumi, such conversations left her with a small feeling of want. To be included, maybe? To have friends to talk to about whatever wild stuff she did in her time back at home? To be able to listen and joke and have fun with other living beings? She couldn't ponder too long on it, since she had to make sure her plants made it to the dorm safely.
  𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 • Courtyard
ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪 • The Local Passerbies
𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕕 • If anyone knocks over my plants, I'm knocking over their head
(𝕆𝕦𝕥 𝕆𝕗 ℂ𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤• n/a)
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2020 12:41 pm
tab • 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 • 𝙽𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚕 • 𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 • 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚜𝚜 • ❀ 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚎 ❀ 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚜 ❀
❀ 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚎 ❀ 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚜 ❀
❀ 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚎 ❀ 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚜 ❀ ─────────────── ❀ ───────────────"Maybe further along the school year, but he just spent the entire summer break getting spoiled by my family. Thank you for the offer, though, Headmaster," she bowed in gratitude. Not having to be on the lookout for a daycare center off campus was a pretty big relief for Laurena. Though she's definitely enjoy a break from mothering 24/7, and the offer from Yuki sounded tempting, she had to refuse for now. But she did focus on the rest of their conversation, even as Saul began to play with his harness.
"Oh, a goody goody at our school. What a shocker," She responded, her eyes wide. "Poor kid is gonna have to deal with a lot of...reformations in progress," She bit her tongue for a moment as she considered what to call the students at the school. Delinquents would be a bit harsh, since some of them actually do want to learn. Criminals would be a bit much since there's also kids who were straight up just not in the wheel house of retaining anything longer than a text in their brains. Reformations in progress sounded the nicest, especially around the woman who runs the school.
"We already had a bit of breakfast before popping in. Wait, why did I come here so quickly?" She asked, mostly to herself. It took her a moment to remember, staring blankly into space for a solid thirty seconds. "Oh, right! My request at the end of last year! Are the kids going to have their own rented laptops this year, or will we be using the lab again?" She asked, vibrating with excitement.
At the end of last year, she had realized one big flaw in the computer department, which was that the computers in the lab were older than most of the students. So she requested either new computers or free laptop rentals for the students. Otherwise, teaching them stuff like how to animate an explosion or hack into local government agencies would be a little difficult (though she'd never admit what her full curriculum was to the headmaster).─────────────── ❀ ─────────────── ❀ 𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • Office ❀
❀ 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 • Yuki ❀
❀ 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍 • computer nerd mode activated ❀
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2020 12:42 pm
  🇮 🇳🇪🇻🇪🇷 🇫🇪🇱🇹 🇦🇹 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 🇮🇳 🇲🇾 🇴🇼🇳 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 🇼🇭🇪🇳 🇮 🇼🇦🇸 🇦 🇾🇴🇺🇳🇬 𝚔𝚒𝚍˟ 🇮 🇩🇮🇩🇳'🇹 🇰🇳🇴🇼 🇲🇾🇸🇪🇱🇫 🇹🇭🇪🇳 ˟ ˟ ˟ 🇦🇳🇩 🇳🇴🇼 🇮 🇰🇳🇴🇼 🇹🇭🇦🇹 ˟( 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺'𝑆 𝑊𝑅𝑂𝑁𝐺 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝑀𝑌 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇 ✖ 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺'𝑆 𝑊𝑅𝑂𝑁𝐺 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝑀𝑌 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷 ) 🇳🇴 🇴🇳🇪 🇪🇱🇸🇪 🇨🇴🇺🇱🇩 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 🇲🇪 🇶🇺🇮🇹🇪 🇱🇮🇰🇪 🇲🇪 𝐵𝐴𝐵𝑌
✘ 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 • Dorm⇢Office Entrance/Exit ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪 • Jon 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕕 • this exact image ✘
✘ 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 • Dumb Uniform (abridged) ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 • Am I the Bunny or the Bear? ✘
 "This uniform is stupid!" Akira yelled to no one in particular as they examined their reflection in the mirror. The school didn't seem to know which uniform sets to send, so they sent both male and female uniforms, but nobody told Akira they'd be so stiff and stuffy. They immediately threw off the white tie and ripped off the top two buttons. If they were gonna have to wear a stupid uniform, it was gonna be on their terms. Their roommate was already out of the room by the time they woke up, but meeting her last night wasn't as bad as they thought it was. She seemed like fun. They couldn't wait to wreak havoc with her.
They were fairly certain they were on time for classes, but with their phone still in police custody and no way to tell aside from looking at their Switch (of course it's the Animal Crossing limited edition skin), they ended up paying too much attention to the fact that their islander Gayle lost her notebook to pay attention to the time again for another thirty minutes. By then, it was already time to run, but they didn't wanna bother. It's just class, and graduating isn't mandatory to survive in the real world...right?
Uniform on and face now directed toward their Tamagotchi, they made the trek towards the main school building all while bathing their tama. New school, people they've never met, it's all pretty stressful. Not to mention the process of making friends is relatively long and difficult, but they're hopeful. After all, in a school full of delinquents, shouldn't they fit in? Maybe if they were lucky, their old gang would have a few others who were also caught.
'What's my first class again?' Akira peered around. No map, no class schedule, nothing in their backpack except their Switch and a couple cool rocks they found in the courtyard yesterday. They ******** up, just a little. Ah well, that's what the office was for. And they already know where that is. They've been in there before, after all.
What they didn't know was why the person standing in front of the exit was at this school, too. Why did it have to be him? What the ******** did this asswipe have planned? At first, it was shock at the sight of rival gang leader J-something. What was his name again...? Jock...James...Jolene...Jimmy...Jack...The answer is just on the tip of their tongue.
Doesn't matter. What did matter was the fact that the loser has a history of beating them, and now they weren't gonna let that history sit.
"Oi! Joe-b*****d Dude! Dafuq are you doing here?" They asked loudly, pointing at him with a clear distance between the two. Just enough space that, if needed, they could headbutt him in the gut.
( 𝑂𝑢𝑡 𝑂𝑓 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 n/a )
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2020 12:43 pm
🇮 🇳🇪🇻🇪🇷 🇫🇪🇱🇹 🇦🇹 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 🇮🇳 🇲🇾 🇴🇼🇳 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 🇼🇭🇪🇳 🇮 🇼🇦🇸 🇦 🇾🇴🇺🇳🇬 𝚔𝚒𝚍˟ 🇮 🇩🇮🇩🇳'🇹 🇰🇳🇴🇼 🇲🇾🇸🇪🇱🇫 🇹🇭🇪🇳 ˟ ˟ ˟ 🇦🇳🇩 🇳🇴🇼 🇮 🇰🇳🇴🇼 🇹🇭🇦🇹 ˟( 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺'𝑆 𝑊𝑅𝑂𝑁𝐺 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝑀𝑌 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇 ✖ 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺'𝑆 𝑊𝑅𝑂𝑁𝐺 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝑀𝑌 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷 ) 🇳🇴 🇴🇳🇪 🇪🇱🇸🇪 🇨🇴🇺🇱🇩 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 🇲🇪 🇶🇺🇮🇹🇪 🇱🇮🇰🇪 🇲🇪 𝐵𝐴𝐵𝑌
✘ 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 • Office Entrance/Exit ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪 • Jon 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕕 • this exact gif ✘
✘ 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 • Dumb Uniform (abridged) ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 • Am I the Bunny or the Bear? ✘
A part of Akira wished they could stand cool, calm, and collected like Jon. He was the epitome of a cool person, whereas Akira felt they could lose their cool just if someone brushed into them. Even so, that small bit of envious admiration became immediately squashed with unbridled anger.
"Likewise...jerk," They finally came up with an insult...after three seconds of awkwardly intense glaring. For a kid with a lotta emotion, they sure didn't have the vocabulary to express it. The underlying, threatening tone in Jon's typically bored voice stuck an extra nerve in the already pent up kid. Who cares if Jon already beat them in one...two...seventeen fights in the past? Eighteenth time's a charm.
"Hell yeah it's gonna be a problem! First, I get caught mid-heist, and now I have to go to school with a jerk like you!" They were on the verge of attacking Jon with a classic blind-sighted headbutt, before their singular braincell began to work. "Wait. If you're going to school here..." you could almost physically see the cogs in their brain slowly reel. "...then...you got caught, too! HA! I guess I'm not the only dumbass around."
For the spare second, Akira nodded proudly, completely unaware they just dunked on themselves in the process of dunking on a bitter enemy.
( 𝑂𝑢𝑡 𝑂𝑓 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 n/a )
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2020 12:45 pm
🇮 🇳🇪🇻🇪🇷 🇫🇪🇱🇹 🇦🇹 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 🇮🇳 🇲🇾 🇴🇼🇳 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 🇼🇭🇪🇳 🇮 🇼🇦🇸 🇦 🇾🇴🇺🇳🇬 𝚔𝚒𝚍˟ 🇮 🇩🇮🇩🇳'🇹 🇰🇳🇴🇼 🇲🇾🇸🇪🇱🇫 🇹🇭🇪🇳 ˟ ˟ ˟ 🇦🇳🇩 🇳🇴🇼 🇮 🇰🇳🇴🇼 🇹🇭🇦🇹 ˟( 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺'𝑆 𝑊𝑅𝑂𝑁𝐺 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝑀𝑌 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇 ✖ 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺'𝑆 𝑊𝑅𝑂𝑁𝐺 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝑀𝑌 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷 ) 🇳🇴 🇴🇳🇪 🇪🇱🇸🇪 🇨🇴🇺🇱🇩 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 🇲🇪 🇶🇺🇮🇹🇪 🇱🇮🇰🇪 🇲🇪 𝐵𝐴𝐵𝑌
✘ 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 • Office Entrance/Exit ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪 • Jon 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕕 • You Have Activated the Tanuki! ✘
✘ 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 • Dumb Uniform (abridged) ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 • Am I the Bunny or the Bear? ✘
The prideful, s**t-eating grin on Akira's face slowly morphed into a sense of confusion as, before they knew it, they weren't staring at Jon anymore. '...The sky? Huh...that cloud looks like a bunny with fangs.' Their attention span took a moment to process what was going on. The Jon had them pinned down and on the floor. No wonder their back felt a little chilly.
"Oh-Wha-Da-" Akira found themselves at a loss for words for a moment, even as they tried to wriggle free of Jon's grasp. Usually they were the first one to throw punches when it came to their dynamic with the rival gang leader. The smile they previously lost came back with a small vengeance.
"Touch a nerve there, Jock-boy?" They asked through gritted teeth as they continued to try and wiggle free. 'Oh, wait. I just watched Naruto. This is gonna be so effing genius,' they remembered, a distinct episode coming to mind where the ninjas would be replaced with wooden logs. Surely a Tanuki could do something similar.
So with that thought in mind, a plume of smoke enveloped the student, the smell of dead leaves lingering in the air as they transformed into a small raccoon dog. They quickly dashed in the smoke to land onto Jon's back, hoping to transform back into a human form to perform a diving elbow drop on him with their...small, awkward 5'5" physique...when he could easily just grab them by the tail before they could have the chance to transform back like he's done over a dozen times already...maybe they didn't think through their line of attack, but there was no point in changing their tactic now, especially midair.
( 𝑂𝑢𝑡 𝑂𝑓 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 n/a )
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2020 12:46 pm
  ✘ ✘ ✘ 🇹🇪🇪🇳🇦🇬🇪🇷🇸 S C A R E 🇹🇭🇪 L I V I N G S H I T 🇴🇺🇹 🇴🇫 🇲🇪 ✘ ✘ ✘ 🇹🇭🇪🇾 🇨🇴🇺🇱🇩 🇨🇦🇷🇪 ˡᵉˢˢ 🇦🇸 🇱🇴🇳🇬 🇦🇸 🇸🇴🇲🇪🇴🇳🇪'🇱🇱 ᵇˡᵉᵉᵈ ( 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 ) ✖ ( 𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝐴 𝑉𝐼𝑂𝐿𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝑃𝑂𝑆𝐸 )˟ ˟ ˟ 🇲🇦🇾🇧🇪 🇹🇭🇪🇾'🇱🇱 🇱🇪🇦🇻🇪 🇾🇴🇺 🇦🇱🇴🇳🇪 🇧🇺🇹 🇳🇴🇹 🇲🇪 ˟ ˟ ˟ 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 • Greenhouse ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪 • Lumi 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕕 • Playful Binch Mode
𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 • Uniform ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 • 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒
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✘ 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 • Entrance Garbage Can ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪 • Jonathan 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕕 • This Gif ✘
✘ 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 • Dumb Uniform (Abridged) ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 • Bunny or Bear? ✘ Should a different outcome have been expected? Likely not. Does that change the fact that Akira still felt surprised that they were so easily grabbed and yeeted into a trash bin? Eh. Their small tanuki body was thrown with such force, the rotating garbage lid span several times before they were plopped below into the trash where they belong. It smelled of banana peels and cigarette butts, some of the worst smells imaginable. Adding salt to the wounds were Jon's harsh words of boredom. Maybe they have become too predictable for traditional means.
Banana peel on head, Akira jumped out of the bin and transformed back to their human form, watching Jon calmly dismiss them. He was acting too cool. And it was pissing them off. The cigarette butt Jon threw on the ground was still where he left it. 'b*****d. Even I don't litter,' Akira picked it up, about to throw it away before creativity struck them where they stood. It was similar to moves in the past, but maybe with a little tweaking...
"What? Weren't raised to pick up after yourself?" Akira asked as they threw the cigarette butt, watching it transform midair into an all-too familiar boulder. It was one of the few illusions they had mastered. It was also one of the illusions Jon had already seen multiple times. Every time, Akira would be right behind the boulder, ready to punch him in the face. But...what if...they did something else?
Grabbing the banana peel off their head, they threw it and transformed it into a clone. Once tossed, they moved to mimic their clone. There was a solid 1/3 chance they could either nail a hit, get banana peel on Mr. Mightier Than Thou, or not think things through. After all, they were good at math, not thinking about math.
If there was one thing Yumi was good at, it was disappearing. Not only as an ability as a necromancer, but socially. Most teachers don't really notice if she sneaks out. It's why she was able to sneak off campus so easily on the very first day of school and stay the night at the local cemetery. It's why no one asked questions like where she was last night or where she got the skull in her hands during class today. One of the perks of being a socially awkward necromancer is, like death, you don't exist if they don't acknowledge you.
After classes today, there was nothing Yumi looked forward to most than being reunited with the campus plants. While she preferred acquainting herself with the plants across campus, the ones in the greenhouse were just as friendly. She placed the skull she mysteriously acquired last night down beside the hydrangea starts and surveyed the seeds Adra had bought for them to work with this year.
With the sound of footsteps approaching, Yumi disappeared, watching Yumi walk in and through her to talk to the plants. A small smile crept up on the girl. The girl, one year her senior, had a touch with plants reminiscent with the one she had with death. She could communicate with ease to the small sunflowers and snake plants, and just like that, they looked more alive. She observed for a short while before she turned her attention back to the skull Lumi hadn't paid attention to. She lifted it, so as to make it appear as though it were floating in air, and quietly moved right behind her senpai.
"Anno, miss. I don't want to alarm you, but you must know! There's...a skeleton in your body!" The skull moved as though to talk, screaming in laughter after the terrible joke Yumi came up with. ( 𝑂𝑢𝑡 𝑂𝑓𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 n/a )
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2020 12:48 pm
𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝑁𝑂𝑊 . . . 🇮 🇳🇪🇻🇪🇷 🇹🇭🇴🇺🇬🇭🇹 🇹🇭🇦🇹 🇮 🇭🇦🇩 🇹🇴 🇧🇪 🇹🇭🇮🇸 🇵🇷🇴🇹🇪🇨🇹🇴🇷 🇮 🇳🇪🇻🇪🇷 🇹🇭🇴🇺🇬🇭🇹 🇹🇭🇦🇹 🇮 🇭🇦🇩 🇹🇴 🇧🇪 🇹🇭🇮🇸 🇵🇷🇴🇹🇪🇨🇹🇴🇷 🇮 🇳🇪🇻🇪🇷 🇹🇭🇴🇺🇬🇭🇹 🇹🇭🇦🇹 🇮 🇭🇦🇩 🇹🇴 🇧🇪 🇹🇭🇮🇸 🇵🇷🇴🇹🇪🇨🇹🇴🇷
🇮 🇳🇪🇻🇪🇷 🇹🇭🇴🇺🇬🇭🇹 🇹🇭🇦🇹 🇮 🇭🇦🇩 🇹🇴 🇧🇪 🇹🇭🇮🇸 🇵🇷🇴🇹🇪🇨🇹🇴🇷 🇮 🇳🇪🇻🇪🇷 🇹🇭🇴🇺🇬🇭🇹 🇹🇭🇦🇹 🇮 🇭🇦🇩 🇹🇴 🇧🇪 🇹🇭🇮🇸 🇵🇷🇴🇹🇪🇨🇹🇴🇷 🇮 🇳🇪🇻🇪🇷 🇹🇭🇴🇺🇬🇭🇹 🇹🇭🇦🇹 🇮 🇭🇦🇩 🇹🇴 🇧🇪 🇹🇭🇮🇸 🇵🇷🇴🇹🇪🇨🇹🇴🇷
🇮 🇳🇪🇻🇪🇷 🇹🇭🇴🇺🇬🇭🇹 🇹🇭🇦🇹 🇮 🇭🇦🇩 🇹🇴 🇧🇪 🇹🇭🇮🇸 🇵🇷🇴🇹🇪🇨🇹🇴🇷 🇮 🇳🇪🇻🇪🇷 🇹🇭🇴🇺🇬🇭🇹 🇹🇭🇦🇹 🇮 🇭🇦🇩 🇹🇴 🇧🇪 🇹🇭🇮🇸 🇵🇷🇴🇹🇪🇨🇹🇴🇷 🇮 🇳🇪🇻🇪🇷 🇹🇭🇴🇺🇬🇭🇹 🇹🇭🇦🇹 🇮 🇭🇦🇩 🇹🇴 🇧🇪 🇹🇭🇮🇸 🇵🇷🇴🇹🇪🇨🇹🇴🇷 . . . 𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝑁𝑂𝑊 ❀ 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 • Computer Lab | ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪 • Straggling Students | 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕕 • Drained | 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 • Adulting | ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 • A Mother's Promise ❀
♦ 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 • Gym Stage | ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪 • Markus | 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕕 • I'm gonna kill this idiot | 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 • Fresh Fit for the New Year | ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 • Mr. Sandman ♦
♘ 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 • Gym Stage | ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪 • Florence | 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕕 • I am going to annoy people on purpose today | 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 • Clothes are Binary??? | ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 • Your Humble Bard ♘    "And with that, if you destroy these laptops, I will gladly destroy your skulls. I worked hard to get you these laptops, and if they get wrecked, so will future students' chances of having them. Anyways, go crazy. Class over." Laurena's teaching voice had the mixed pleasantries of a club bouncer and a receptionist whose totally judging you for daring to have her do her job. Saul had his own little corner in the classroom, designed with toys and a nap corner. With the end of their classes for the day, Laurena joined him in his little bubble. Immediately, her expression changed from meh to doting mother.
"And what have you been up to, mi amor? Eh, ¿que quieres, mijo?" She looked at Saul as he began to cry. She lifted him up and cradled him as he continued to sob. "Are your canines coming in? Perdon, mi hijito. Pero tus dientes son muy importante."
"Markus, I am going to kill you," Florence sighed with pure exasperation as he watched his colleague prance around the stage, his skirt flowing with a supernatural level of flow.
"And I am not going to repeat myself. Broadway is a mediocre-at-best troupe in comparison to what I'm used to," Markus teased with a sing-song tone. After over a decade in this plane, Markus had finally gone to see Broadway over the summer, only to lament his disappointment to the NYC born colleague with a penchant for murder.
"Okay, but in your world, gods walk among mortals and magic is literally everywhere. Of course compared to that, our measly mortal performances are going to be nothing. You have to at least acknowledge all the hard work and the wonderful storytelling that--"
"PFF, wonderful storytelling? They made plays for movies that have been out for over twenty years and call it a masterpiece. That's not a masterpiece. That's plagiarism."
"Markus, I will genuinely kill you."
"Careful, Mr. Elder. Your true colors are peeking out. Dare say a student drop in while you're threatening me. Then how will they see their sweet, innocent language teacher? Also, why are humans so secretive about their more malicious sides here? Being upfront makes more sense. Inspires fear in your enemies."
"Because here your enemies are 6'8" mob guys with guns when you're a scrawny, powerless man with a penchant for breadmaking."
"I suppose...anyways," Markus and Florence's typical banter transformed into a more normal conversation. "I'm fairly certain the students are going to want to do a Shakespeare play this year. Last year, they almost rioted over it. What would you recommend, Florence?"
Florence put his pointing finger on his chin in contemplation. "Well, you hate them all. But if there's one thing you're good at, it's special effects." Right on cue, Markus flared his hands as magical glitter encompassed his body. "And the students here are also...magical, I suppose. How about Misdummer Night's Dream?"
"My mother would sneer at the blatant misrepresentation of the fae, and that's a woman who has never so much as badmouthed my more trashy dates," Markus cringed at the thought. Florence sighed calmly.
"But your mother won't be here. Besides, most people give artistic liberties for most Shakespeare plays. You can tweak a few things to make it more palatable for your sensitive fairy feelings," Florence added, still clearly uncomfortable. It wasn't until long ago he didn't believe in things like the fae or dragons or witchcraft. And now he teaches those creatures for a living. And he thought he was living a double life.
"Florence my dear friend, you have a point," Markus pointed out as he went back to dramatically dancing along the stage. Florence raised his eyebrows and turned away.
( 𝑂𝑢𝑡 𝑂𝑓𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 n/a )
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2020 5:13 pm
🇮 🇳🇪🇻🇪🇷 🇫🇪🇱🇹 🇦🇹 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 🇮🇳 🇲🇾 🇴🇼🇳 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 🇼🇭🇪🇳 🇮 🇼🇦🇸 🇦 🇾🇴🇺🇳🇬 𝚔𝚒𝚍˟ 🇮 🇩🇮🇩🇳'🇹 🇰🇳🇴🇼 🇲🇾🇸🇪🇱🇫 🇹🇭🇪🇳 ˟ ˟ ˟ 🇦🇳🇩 🇳🇴🇼 🇮 🇰🇳🇴🇼 🇹🇭🇦🇹 ˟( 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺'𝑆 𝑊𝑅𝑂𝑁𝐺 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝑀𝑌 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇 ✖ 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺'𝑆 𝑊𝑅𝑂𝑁𝐺 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝑀𝑌 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷 ) 🇳🇴 🇴🇳🇪 🇪🇱🇸🇪 🇨🇴🇺🇱🇩 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 🇲🇪 🇶🇺🇮🇹🇪 🇱🇮🇰🇪 🇲🇪 𝐵𝐴𝐵𝑌
✘ 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 • Office Entrance/Exit ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪 • Jon 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕕 • This Gif ✘
✘ 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 • Dumb Uniform (abridged) ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 • Am I the Bunny or the Bear? ✘
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'A hit?' The punch probably startled Akira as much as Jon─if not, moreso. The last time they managed to land a hit was probably their third fight with the rival gang leader. After the relatively strong punch that could typically dislocate a mortal's jaw, they hadn't bothered to remember that Jon was no mere mortal. He was Jon, and below that calm veneer was seething frustration.
But Akira didn't care at the moment. They were too caught up in the fact that, for the first time in a long time, they managed to nail a hit on the man whose name still eludes them. One small punch for humankind, one giant victory for the tanuki. The giant victory, however, was completely shot down by another tackle to the floor.
'Oh, right. We were still in the middle of a fight,' they realized as, in slow motion, they collapsed yet again to the cement below. It was likely the last hit they'd be able to manage on Jon, and they knew how the rest of this fight was likely going to go. Not that Akira would accept defeat without a fight or struggle. On the contrary, it's the stage they'd resort to biting and low kicks to sensitive areas. had it not been Jon they were fighting. Such moves may not be possible with their current opponent, but there were still ways to prove they were still ready for a fight, even if the next one is tomorrow or a week from now or a year from now. They weren't going to stop. Especially now that they managed to land a single small blow to the Raróg.
( 𝑂𝑢𝑡 𝑂𝑓 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 n/a )
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2020 10:06 am
🇮 🇳🇪🇻🇪🇷 🇫🇪🇱🇹 🇦🇹 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 🇮🇳 🇲🇾 🇴🇼🇳 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 🇼🇭🇪🇳 🇮 🇼🇦🇸 🇦 🇾🇴🇺🇳🇬 𝚔𝚒𝚍˟ 🇮 🇩🇮🇩🇳'🇹 🇰🇳🇴🇼 🇲🇾🇸🇪🇱🇫 🇹🇭🇪🇳 ˟ ˟ ˟ 🇦🇳🇩 🇳🇴🇼 🇮 🇰🇳🇴🇼 🇹🇭🇦🇹 ˟( 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺'𝑆 𝑊𝑅𝑂𝑁𝐺 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝑀𝑌 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇 ✖ 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺'𝑆 𝑊𝑅𝑂𝑁𝐺 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝑀𝑌 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷 ) 🇳🇴 🇴🇳🇪 🇪🇱🇸🇪 🇨🇴🇺🇱🇩 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 🇲🇪 🇶🇺🇮🇹🇪 🇱🇮🇰🇪 🇲🇪 𝐵𝐴𝐵𝑌
✘ 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 • Office Entrance ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪 • Jon, ??, Hellboy-Sensei 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕕 • I'll Live ✘
✘ 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 • Dumb Uniform (abridged) ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 • Am I the Bunny or the Bear? ✘
Was today the day Akira met their maker? It sure seemed that way. As Jon's larger body pinned them down, effectively preventing them from transforming to escape yet again, they knew the fight was over. They were gonna likely end up in the infirmary with battle scars and at least some bruising on their body. But as the body above them heated up and placed them in a chokehold, they knew they were in a danger they hadn't experienced before.
A quiet wince of pain had escaped their lips, but they would prefer biting their own tongue to crying from the pain. The last thing they wanted was to have the b*****d thinking they couldn't take some pain. But as the need for more air began to overwhelm their senses, and their body sought an escape from the burning heat that was Jon's skin, several attempts to gasp for air became fruitless endeavors. The panic slowly settled into their entire body, as their meaningless attempts to wriggle free increased.
An interjection? Before they knew it, Akira was able to breathe fully again as another student decided to intercept the fight. They were barely able to process any of the words coming out of the boy's mouth as Akira gulped air by the mouthful, sure to keep their coughs and gasps silent. They could take it, and they needed to prove as much. Even as, once Jon ran off with the arrival of a teacher, they felt their entire body tremble.
They kept their face covered with their hair and facing the ground, hiding the fear in their eyes as they realized they could have easily died if another minute or two had passed. It was terrifying. It was...exciting? Never before had they fought Jon and felt as though their life were in danger. Bruising? Broken bones? Cindered eyebrows? All completely normal. The feeling that the older falcon boy had their life in their very hands? That's a new one. Clearly, they weren't the only one annoyed with being stuck here. Fully composed, their attention turned to the teacher and onlooker, adrenaline rushing through their body as they stood up.
"Y...Yes, sir," Akira bowed, knowing fully well to respect any adult who looked like they were related to Hellboy. Even so, their mind lingered elsewhere. Anywhere the adrenaline would take them, for without it they would certainly start to feel the bruising on their neck, burns on their skin, and fractured bones. Was it worth it? DUH.
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