Welcome back. How was losing control to the aspect you keep saying you're 'better' than? lol
Get outta here, you know I'm not able to hold someone like him off.
Dude, you can't hold me off ether. I'm shocked you're still around, really.
Thanks for the vote of confidence, douche-
Hey guys, shut the fuck up. You see that blond girl over there?
Don't have eyes, can't see.
Oh, fuck off. I know for a fact both you ijiots can see dat ass, and you have me to thank for getting her in our bed later.
Woah, we got badass over here.
M'kay bro. Quick question: What's her name? What Grade? What Class? Important questions, if may say so myself.
Fuck that shit, we can find that crap out later. Fuck, we'll get told it anyway, whether we want to or not, amirite guys?
Good thing no one can actually hear you. You sound like an asshole. Also, she's in our class, dumbass.
Oh, right. That's Emi. Didn't we enter into a pool to see how she got her legs separated from the rest of her?
No, you CREATED the pool. Then shut it down when you won all the bets due to hedging the odds.
Fine work, by the way. Amazing you never got caught.
Meh. Anyways, do you see the Track Captain down there?
How the fuck should I know? I hate track.
You shut your whore mouth, you don't hate any sport hot chicks are a part of.
You're on thin ice, jackass. Come back later, before I have to knock us out.
Fine, pussy. We'll do something else. You have anything to add, white-bread?
I assume you're talking about me, again. I dunno, I like art.
Let's compromise. The office was talking about making a Photography club last year, right? Let's go for that.
...Why does a photography club in a school for the disabled sound like a terrible idea?
We have Soccer and Track, all we need for the terrible idea spectrum is a football team.
It's football, not Soccer. We're not American.
Just because we live in Japan now doesn't mean we're Japanese, stupid.
Walking back into the school, you ponder where to find this 'Photography Club'. Searching the main building passively, a sign advertising the Debate team catches your eye.
Bro, detour. We should totally sign up for that.
Are you high? We can't stop arguing with ourselves, how do you expect we argue against anyone else?
Who in the world has more arguing experience than all of us, combined?
Good point. Swinging around and though the door, you look around for the club advisor.
...Shit. There's four ladies in the room. Normally, this would be a cause for much rejoicing, but one of them is-
Goddamnit. I'll keep him quiet, so don't fuck up Steve.
Silently thanking him for shutting Greg up, you move to the group boldly. The other two look decidedly unfamiliar.
Right before you walk into Misha's line of sight, you take a glace at everything around you, to make sure you remember where the hell this is.
The room looks a lot like what the libary does, minus the bookshelves. Very open, with several octagonal tables and chairs. the words 'Media Center' crawl to the forefront of your mind. Shaking intrusive thoughts away, you turn a close eye on the actual wom-
BAZONGA. A Redhead with a massive rack and damn sexy legs just stood up all angry like.
"Oi, Whaddya mean your shuttin down debate?"
Why hello, Irish accent.
"Sorry, but we can't have much of a debate TEAM with two people." Damn it, even when Misha's apologizing she sounds happy.
"A'right, how many we gotta have then?" Redhead challenges. Apparently no one gave her the message that challenging Shizune is a quick way to get a headache.
Shizune smirks, and signs with that infuriating arrogance you've come to expect from her.
"How many do you think you need to be an effective team?"
"Me 'n my sister here could take the whole lot of 'em on, ya know."
...You know, somehow I think these two could get along if they weren't fighting now.
"Whahaha~ That sure was effective last year. How many wins did you have? Two? Three?"
Redhead was growling at Shizune now. Catfight!
Suddenly, the girl sitting right by Redhead stood up and grabbed her arm. "Kyna, that's enough." She said in a soft voice, too indistinct to be made out but definably not Irish. You turn a closer eye on the dark-haired girl.
She is perhaps the perfect contrast to the Redhead, who is named Kyna apparently. She's a small girl in every sense of the word. Small chest, lean legs, and straight black hair down to her shoulders as opposed to Kyna's long and curly red hair. Only the slightest bit of improper coloring around her elbows gave away the fact that anything lower than it was unreal.
"Dammit Maria, we can't let'em shut debate down. Wad'delse am I gonna do, join the Book club?" Snarled Kyna, before finally taking notice of you.
"Oi, missus President, how 'bout three members, for a full team? That enough to unknot yer panties?"
You open your mouth to object before realizing that's why you came in anyway.
Misha looks around for a second before noticing your presence. "I suppose if you think you can make do~" She leaves that hanging in the air.
"Yer bloody right we can, now shove off."
Misha begins to pout. "Now miss, that's terribly rude. You didn't even ask him to join yet."
Suddenly, you see an opening to insert yourself into the conversation.
The choice is yours, and yours alone! Choose wisely.
A: No need, it's what I came for. What's this about members, maybe I can help?
B: Actually, I came to join. So if you would kindly leave...
C: You're right, it was rude. I just came for some info, anyway.