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You had just brought the unconscious body of your best friend Souichi to the infirmary of the school when you felt somebody touching you from behind. While the gentle touch from your assailant’s slender fingers felt quite nice, it was quite unexpected. You attempted to spin yourself around to get a proper look at who was putting their hand up your shirt and were tripped in your moment of unbalance from the motion. You soon found yourself easily being tipped over backwards onto one of the infirmary beds as you looked up at a busty, blackhaired girl making bedroom eyes at you.

“Are you ready for your examination?” She moves forward and you feel the warmth of her bare thighs press up against your pant legs. You’re granted an eyeful of her cleavage and a sexy-looking bra from between her uniform’s shirt, it not being fully buttoned up, as she leans forward to place a hand on either side of you from where you lay.

“Alright, th’fuck are you?” You grasp at her wrists and sit up, forcing the mystery girl backwards a bit with a surprised gasp. She looks a little bit shocked at your sudden resistance and question. She struggles for a moment and tries to back away, and for this you grant her the use of a single one of her arms. You keep a firm grasp on her other wrist, however to prevent her escape. She does not try though.

>[1/3]

Hey Grimsley. Nice to see you.

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“Does it really matter? I’ve been cooped up in here all day, and there’ve been -so few- people coming in today. I just thought we could spend a little-” She shifts one of her hips forward and lifts up her skirt a little bit with her free hand, but she stops as you yank her wrist towards you a bit; startling her once more.

“Yeah, I -do- think it matters, girl. Who th’fuck are you? I’s never seen you ‘round here before.”

“Uggh… you had such a nice face and firm body too...” Her expression sours slightly as you speak. She shifts her weight one more, this time for comfortability it seems. “My name is Yori.”

“Name’s not all a person is. Th’fuck I never seen you ‘round here before?”

“You can’t mean to say you remember -everybody’s- face. The city is huge and tha-”

“Piss off. Yeah. I remember faces. I ain’t seen your sleazy ass ‘round here before.”

“Okay, fine then. My name is Yori Wakahisa, and I’m a student here.”

“Fuck that shit, no you ain’t-”

“Yes. I am. I’ve been a student here since elementary.” You release her as her wrist goes limp in your hand. Any sign of her advances now gone with her frustration.

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“That’s bullshit, just like them tits.” You point out her unusually large, and firm-looking breasts. They look almost -too- perfect to be real. Probably looks so good through the use of special bras, padding, or even surgery… you doubt the latter due to her age, but it’s not completely outside the realm of reality.

“Oh, fuck you! Yes they are!” She suddenly grabs your hand and forces it into the part in her shirt, and onto her bosom. You can feel the soft and warm sensation of her breast fill in betwixt your fingers as well as the absence of anything that could be deemed artificial. You only feel the elastic warmth of flesh, as well as the warmth of the silken and lacy fabrics of the article of clothing used to support them. “Both my story, and my breasts! I was traveling the world for my work, and I finally got the chance to come back home! I’ve always did the schoolwork for here, Onimaru! I’m a second year student, and I’m also working under the nurse here for future work experience! Yori Wakahisa!”


>What do?

>[3/3]

>>42906486
>Pretty shitty nurse if you're coming onto patients or those escoutin them.

>>42906486
>take our hard off her chest
>what are you doing being so grabby?

>Get your rape whistle out

>>42906610
*take our hand off her chest

>>42906486
>Remove hands from breasts
> Alright, guess I by you're the nurses aid, but why are you so grabby? Who's Onimari?

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>>42906738
Onimaru is the name of the trio of schools that the characters are attending.

Onimaru High School.

Oh wow, I didn't expect this to be going so early in the day. Glad I caught it.

>>42906315
fuck yes I've been waiting for this

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“Pretty fuckin’ shitty nurse’s aid if yer comin’ onto patients and those escortin’ them.” You calmly retract your hand from her chest. Yori doesn’t seem to react negatively from your action, but is instead still irritated from your previous accusation. Well, she -did- prove you wrong, but you fail to understand to -why- she would go to such lengths to prove herself in such a manner… you might expect such a forward advance from an American girl, but the more you look at her she seems like any other Japanese chick you’ve come across. It all makes your head hurt, and thus you furrow your brow. “The fuck you bein’ so grabby for anyways?”

“Well, not like there has -been- any other patients today…” She backs up and sits herself on an the bed adjacent to the one Souichi was placed in. With a flourished crossing of her legs she sighs. “The nurse stepped away to take care of some business, so I’m watching the infirmary for the time being… and it’s been so slow… and I’ve not had the chance to meet anybody else… and you look so -filled with vitality.”-

She reaches a foot up to brush against your leg, but you easily knock it back down and to the side. Seriously… it sounds like a bitch in heat to you.

“So you’s just layin’ in wait to fuck the next bloke what walked through that door?” You swat away her other leg as it follows the first one up to try and tease you.

>[1/2]

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Souichi stirs slightly in his unconsciousness. He shifts his weight slightly and his head begins to droop to the side, almost causing him to fall. As soon as you notice this, you reach out to try and correct his posture, but are beat to the punch by Yori. She gently pulls him back into an upright position, and then follows up by setting another couple pillows on either side of him to prevent that from happening again. While she does this you notice that she’s not fooling around or trying to do anything strange to him…

Yori Wakahisa… the name -almost- rings a bell, like an echo lost in the night from a day long ago… but nothing really connects in your brainmeats.

“No. If he had come in by himself, he would have gotten the proper treatment and rest.” She goes over to the nurse’s desk and begins to write something down in one of the binders on top of it.

“That sounds a bit like bullshit wit’ how ya tried to get all over me like dat, y’know?”

“Well, unlike him, -you’re- not injured. And based on your manner of dress and your bleach-blonde hair I could tell you’re not gonna head right back to class anyways. So why -not- have some fun in an infirmary bed? Don’t most boys -dream- of such a steamy encounter amidst their studies?” She turns to you and stares you down with a wink of her glimmering, blue eyes, and a smirk upon her cherry-red lips.

>Well, sure, but shit’s gotta be on my time.
>Perhaps. I might be a delinquent, but I gots morals ‘n shit.
>Yeah… I guess you’re right. Let’s go at it, then.
>No. Only sinful perverts dream of such shit in their spare time.
>Other [Suggestion]?

>[2/2]

>>42907711
>No. Only sinful perverts dream of such shit in their spare time.

>>42907711
>Perhaps. I might be a delinquent, but I gots morals ‘n shit.

>>42907711
>Perhaps. I might be a delinquent, but I gots morals ‘n shit.
Morals right

>>42907711
>Perhaps. I might be a delinquent, but I gots morals ‘n shit.
Sup Grim

>>42907711
Yeah most guys would, me included. Still how you came into me screamed trap. Other guys have tried that shit on me before to knock me off top spot. Hasn't worked once, but those who claim to be my rivals make me look like a genius by comparison.

>>42907785
Onto*

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>Writing

>>42907161
I usually run in the morning unto the evening. I usually get the OP done & posted 'round 10 AM-ish PST.

>>42907781
None much Anon-kun home-slice. Just tryin'a QM like the very best. Like there never was. To QM is my real test. To writan is my cause.

>>42908083
10 AM PST. that explains it. I'm on EST, so it's already past noon here.

>>42908083
Time-zone buddy!

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I gotta step away for a bit. The post is pretty done, so I'll submit it when I return.

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“Save it ageman-onna. I might be a delinquent, but I still gots morals, ‘n codes ‘n shit.” The distress of the situation is more than enough to lift your stress levels high enough to want to have a smoke. You nearly make the motion to grab yourself a cigarette from your pocket, but stop yourself mid-motion. Instead you grab that drink you bought earlier in the cafeteria when you saved Junko. You crack that shit open and take a drink from it to try and sate that sensation by putting -something- in your mouth. “Shit. Most guys would, me included want that shit. Don’t mean I’s gonna fall for a fuck-obvious lookin’ trap.”

“Trap? You think me -giving myself to you- is a trap? You mean the -sweet sensation- of my -warm body- firmly pressed up against yours, unzipping you as I drop my pa-” She tries to entice you once more by simultaneously lifting her skirt a few centimeters with one hand, as well as unbuttoning her shirt one more with the other; all the while leaning forward slightly. She just won’t give up…

“Yes.” You interrupt her.

“Y’don’t think I don’t know what’d it look like if I were t’mount ya and the nurse came back or had somebody on standby to blackmail me wit’ pics? Fer all I know, you’s scream rape and I’d get expelled, locked up, or some shit. Yer not the first bitch who’d tried to knock my ass down like that, just because some poser shits can’t take me head-on.” With a sigh you lean back and take another sip of your drink. You know -full well- the consequences of some shit like that happening. Not only that, no way would anybody believe some yankii-delinquent, trouble-child over -ANYBODY- else… you’d be in the worst of all shit positions.

>[1/3]

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“I don’t have any such petty desires to get you in trouble.” She huffs, this comment actually seeming to shake her enough to drop her smirk and -sensual- gaze. She plops herself down in the Nurse’s chair, and crosses her legs as she leans back in it. “I’m looking for a good time, not drama. If I did that to you it would -severely- cut down how much I could fool around anymore. Nobody would -ever- trust me again.”

“Shit, you really -are- a Slut…” You take another drink as you shake your head. Some fuckin’ easy trip to the infirmary, huh? You look over at the clock and see that you’ve spent almost a quarter of the class here with Yori.

“And for your information you -have- taken me out of the mood now, so don’t expect things to get pleasent now.” She crosses her arms and relaxes. “So, what’s his name then? The patient?”

“Him? He’s Fangy.”

“Uh...huh… ‘Fangy’... is it?” She raises an arm and frowns at your mention. First you nod to give her indication she repeated it correctly… until you realize that you only gave her his nickname.

“Fuck. Sorry. His name is Souichi Akamatsu, first year of class 1-E.” You sigh after giving her the ‘proper’ information, to which she turns back over to the nurse’s desk and writes more stuff down in that binder. “The dude passed out due to a nosebleed.”

“A nosebleed, eh?” She turns to you with a sly grin on her lips. “So I take it he’s the type who can’t take -that- sort of thing very well?”

>[2/3]

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“No. But he’s also no sketchy-perve, if you’re thinkin’ ‘bout tryin’a jump him too. He usually turns down advances, just to save ya some time.” With this bit of information Yori pouts.

“Well, I’m not ‘thinkin’ ‘bout tryin’a jump him’ while he’s a patient here, but I’m going to see how well your word stacks with his own actions after school. He’s kinda cute, after all.”

“Fuck if I care, but you’s not gonna get much from this lightweight.” You shrug, knowing about Souichi’s own preferences towards ‘sweeter’ girls. Yori just doesn’t match up with his type at all, nor seems to match up -at all- with any of the girls you believe he’s been crushing on. “But if’er not gonna tryin’a make the poor bastard die from nosebleedin’, I should probably get the fuck outta here. I need to stop by the student council office to drop some shit off, and I don’t wanna go in smellin’ like slut.”

“How rude. I don’t ‘smell like a slut’. Unlike -some- girls I actually take care of and manage my body, -even if- I like to indulge in some more -baser human instincts.”- She stretches in the nurse’s chair and spins herself around in it a couple times. “But if and -when- you feel like catching my scent, you know where to find me, big boy.”

“Whatever.” You drink the last of your drink, and discard the can right before you leave the room.

Now… you’re running a bit late anyways… and that last situation left you wanting a smoke… but you -are- on permissible leave by Victoria-sensei… shit… should you take a small breather before you face the student council?

>Head to the roof for some “air”.
>Straight to the Student Council Room!
>Fuck it. Go to class, and take care of it next break.
>Other [Suggestion]?

>[3/3]

>>42910010
>Straight to the Student Council Room!
then we can get some "air" and make sure Fangy's blood won't mess our clothes up. It's fuckin lame to get blood on them like that. Not badass at all.

Have I mentioned how annoying it is that Japan's word for delinquent is basically "American"? You lost the war 70 years ago chumps, give it up.

>>42909955
>"raises an arm" and frowns at your mention
Not sure how I got this from,
"Raises a brow"

>>42910010
>Straight to the Student Council Room!

>>42910010
>Straight to the Student Council Room!

>Writing

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Perhaps it would be best if you just went ahead and went to the Student Council room first. Considering your -usually- poor rapport with them you just might be needing to get that air -again- if you decided to head up now… oh well. At least you still have your note from Victoria-sensei so you -should- be able to get away with heading to the roof after you bring the Council their shit. You take a peek into your bag to ensure their papers are still safe and blood-free. They are. With your delivery in hand you start off for the Student Council’s room, located on the third-story, along with the third-year classrooms.

It’s a slow climb up all three flights of stairs, but is is also rather uneventful. The hallways as well as the stairwell remain quiet, with the exception of a single teacher who tried to harass you. You shut that shit down fast by producing your note. Of course the teacher was caught off guard that they missed the chance to catch you in the act of being a bad student. There are few teachers these days who are able to provide solid proof or are even able to bare witness to your misdeeds.

With the matter quickly shut down you continue on your way with a smirk and a wave to the would-be witness to your delinquency.

>[1/2]

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After reaching the third floor, you continue down the hallway until you come across the large, double-doors of the Student Council Room. The Student Council at Onimaru has their own specified office to run things out of, as the school itself is quite large; not to mention it’s located so closely and is quite intertwined with Onimaru’s sister junior-high and primary schools. It only makes sense that there is a large, designated workplace for so much work to be taken care of… plus you think that it could have been made as possible incentive for people to -strive- for such a position, as you’ve come to know that there is a full room designated as a lounge in there as well that is free to use for Council members… lucky bastards have themselves their own designated vending machines, as well as a pool table… they get all the cool shit all to themselves.

They probably don’t even -use- the damn things. Fuckin’ keeners.

Well then…

You approach the doors and just before you open them, you hear voices talking.

“Well… no… I mean, yes! I… I… I like… you…”

It’s the sound of a girl’s voice.

“No!... I mean… yes… I l-like you a lot… in.. in a way more than… no… but I can’t I… No! I… I like you! P-please! Go out with me!”

Well shit… while you don’t hear any other voices accompanying hers, this kinda sounds intense.

>Go in anyways. Shit doesn’t matter to you.
>Knock before entering.
>Retreat for now.
>Peek in.
>Other [Suggestion]?

>.[2/2]

>>42911605
>Knock before entering.

>>42911605
>>Go in anyways. Shit doesn’t matter to you.
We're here to drop shit off then get some air, if the girl picking it up is too flustered to speak to us, makes our lives that much easier.

>>42911605
>Go in anyways. Shit doesn’t matter to you.

>Writing

>>42911605
>>Go in anyways. Shit doesn’t matter to you.

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Well… it doesn’t matter to you anyways who might be confessing to who in there. Shit, if it makes the chick flustered enough she might not even be able to talk to you, and that would make your job -much- easier. With a curt nod of your head you open the door. That in itself is a key indication that the girl within was still ready to accept business and/or visitors; if it weren’t the case she would’ve locked it… she?

After a brief scan of the room you only see one girl in the room. Her eyes are wide and her face is a deep crimson red as she stares at you from behind her desk. Her usually fair skin is dyed a deep crimson red from an intense blush she’s got going on, and her usual calm expression is tainted with all sorts of shock, confusion, and other such emotions that she seems to be cycling through. Her blue eyes blink in disbelief with your approach from behind the lenses of her thick glasses. Her mouth is left agape, which is an unusual sight from the usually -very- composed, green-haired girl that has been your next-door neighbor for the last five years. You know this school prefect with the long, silky-green ponytail as Noriko Terazawa; the only person in the Student Council who doesn’t regularly give you shit, and will actually stand up for you.

>[1/2]

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Your eyebrow instinctively raises as you near her desk and she seems to panic and shuffle some papers around on her desk. Your first thought regarding her confession is that she must’ve been on the phone… but you then recall that Noriko was quite saddened this last Friday when her phone was stolen; as well as the fact that there -is- no phone in either her hand, on her desk, or nearby in general. Suspicious.

“Ch-Chi-Chi-Chi-CHITOSEKuN?! Wawawawhat are you doing here?!” She stands up, suddenly when you finally get to her desk. She bangs her knee on the underside in her sudden movement, and then trips when the foot of the opposite leg gets caught in the base of her swivel chair. You lunge forward to catch her. Luckily she’s light enough and you’re stable enough to keep her from hitting the ground. You’ve hardly ever seen her act in such a way before. She’s usually so very calm, mild-mannered, and elegant even. “Y-y-you’re sup-p-p-posed to be in class right now!”

>Business modo: Delivering papers.
>Friend modo: Are you okay?
>Tease modo: I heard you tryin’a confess to somebody.

>[2/2]

>>42913167
>Business modo: Delivering papers.
>Tease modo: heard ya through the door. Practicing for the school play, or do ya got a guy hiding under the desk? *nudge nudge*

>>42913167
>>Business modo: Delivering papers.
>Friend modo: Are you okay?

>>42913167
>>Business modo: Delivering papers.
>>Friend modo: Are you okay?

>>42913167
>Business modo: Delivering papers.
>Friend modo: Are you okay?

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>>42913167
>>Business modo: Delivering papers.
>>Friend modo: Are you okay?

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“Me? I’s deliverin’ papers fer Goldie.” One handedly you heft Noriko back into an upright position, and keep her steady until she’s got both her feet firmly planted on the ground once more. She fidgets slightly with your hand wrapped around her as she regains her footing, and steals glances towards you every now and again. “But more importantly, is you okay? Shit. You nearly took a fuckin’ spill on the floor, Prez.”

“Ch-Chitose-kun, you know I’m not the President yet… the election hasn’t even happened yet.” She furrows her brow slightly as she shoots a look off to the side, down towards her desk for a moment.

“Fuck, I knows you gots the stuff t’make it this year. But yous still ain’t answered me.” You finally feel that she’s stable enough that she doesn’t need your guidence anymore. She turns towards you and follows your hand with her eyes as it leaves her, and she sighs with relief afterwards. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yes I am. Thank you Chitose-kun.” She bows her head slightly in embarrassment and shame. She takes a step away from you and turns slightly. “I-I’m sorry you had to see me like this, but I’m okay now. Th-thank you…”

“Don’t worry ‘bout how I saw ya bein’ a clutz. Ya can’t be perfect all the time.” You reach your hand outwards and then give Noriko a nice, gentle patting on the head. She seems to perk up slightly, and the blush dies down into something more warm rather than flustered. Patting people’s heads will save the world someday.

“Y-you’re right, Chitose-kun. But, might I ask you why you’re delivering something to the Council office? Don’t they usually send Ono-san?” She seems much calmer now, and a lot of that excitement seems to have died down when she looks up at you; though she’s closest to you in terms of size out of your friends, you’re still fair bit taller than her. “Did something happen?”

>[1/3]

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“Ehhh… Tell ya what, I’s give ya the down-low if ya tell me th’fuck I was hearing through the door before I came in.” Immediately her eyes widen once more and her blush deepens. She tries to avert her gaze, but she doesn’t move away from your patting of her head, the greatest of grapples. “Were ya practicing fer when the play comes ‘round, or you got a guy under yer desk, or somethin’?”

“N-n-no! I! It was! Practice! Yes! It was P-practice, Chitose-kun! Geeze!” She dips her head down a bit, flustered once again. You laugh at her reaction, but in turn you know how embarrassing some of those lines can be. Shit, you still remember that time a couple years ago in junior high when Tina roped you into one of those things. Sure, you played the villain, but you still had some cheese and spaghetti in your lines.

“Yeah, yeah. -Sure- it was. But shit, prez, yous bad at bargaining. I ain’t even told ya why I’m here, and yous already tellin’ yer side of the story! Kinda wonderin’ if I should just leave ya hangin’ now.”

“Chitose-kun! I-I’ve done wawhat you wanted, so please!” Her voice is shaky as she shouts back at you. While she’s almost always composed, sometimes it’s when you can knock those types off kilter is when it’s the best. “...Please…”

“Yeah, yeah. Anyways, so I went’a go to Fangy’s class ta give him some of his shit back, right? We’s just chattin’ bout some chick he knows, and I start pressin’ his buttons. Soon as ya know it, his nose is gushing like a fuckin’ geyser!” You chuckle at this recollection, as said, you may never let Souichi live it down. Noriko seems to be calming down again with this change of topic. “So eventually the fucker -faints- due to a fuckin’ nosebleed! Goldie comes in, scolds me, and tells me t’drag his ass all the way to the infirmary. She asks while I’s at it to drop some shit off, ‘cause apparently Fangy drops shit off here just like Taro.”

>[2/3]

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“Yes. Souichi-kun is usually designated as Nox-sensei’s courier. I can see why she wanted you to bring some papers in… but, did you really have to just barge in? If you heard me s-saying such e-e-embarrassing things, the least you could have done was knock…” She glares up at you over the frames of her glasses.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Shit doesn’t really concern me who’s confessin’ to who. I actually thought it’d make my job easier if they wasn’t able to talk back.”

“But, if that’s the case, why didn’t you just drop them off like you wanted to?”

“Because you and I is close, that’s why. You ain’t just -some broad,- y’know? I thought we’s get the chance to chat a bit, since we’s hardly ever get a moment to ourselves at school, and we rarely getta chance t’see each other as neibors, y’know?” You shrug. “Plus, how could I pass up not askin’ ‘bout that ‘c-c-c-confession’, eh?”

You begin to laugh but are soon ‘assaulted’ by her dainty, little hands as she tries to shove you away. Being the brick wall that you are, she instead pushes herself backwards. You once more catch her as her sudden push against you causes her to become unbalanced.

“Come one, Chitose-kun! Why do you have to tease me like that! You already know it’s embarrassing….”

>Cuz yous cute when yous flustered like this!
>Cuz it’s fun
>Alright, time to knock it off. Finish up, and head out.
>Other [Suggestion]?

>[3/3]

>>42914565
>Cuz yous cute when yous flustered like this!
>Cuz it’s fun

>>42914565
>Cuz yous cute when yous flustered like this!
>Cuz it’s fun

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>PACK IT UP BOYS! WE'RE OUTTA HERE!

Alright, last story-post for the night.

This is the time where if ya got questions, now's the time to ask them!

>>42914565
>Cuz yous cute when yous flustered like this!
>Cuz it’s fun
Getting cute girls flustered is like our great pastime. Well, that and headpats.

What a delinquent we are, eh?

>>42914651
Hey we're great delinquent, we're just trying very hard not to be right now, so we're distracting ourselves.


>>42914646
Next run when? Also how much longer until some fuckheads poke the Chitose?

>>42914646
Will we get our own delinquent cat like the one you keep using?

>>42914646
my shadowruns are out of control I'm seeing mages and monsters fucking everywhere man

>>42914646
Was Prez practicing confessing to us?

>>42914999
That can be assumed to be the implication, yes.

>>42914816
I know what you mean.

The way the slut in the nurse's office was going on about our vitality screamed Succubus to me.

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>>42914651
Dishing out asskickings and headpats like candy.

>>42914693
Has the right of it. When you're tryin'a change your life, you generally change a lot of aspects -to- your life. As it stands, Chitose is technically a -good- person, he's just a rotten egg.

Also:
We're getting close to some RUMBLE.
I can feel it in my lordly bones.

>>42914784
Shit, you just might! Glad you seem to be liking those pictures. I never thought I'd ever have a use for them when I saved them a few years back, but LOOK AT ME NOW!! LOOK. AT. ME. NOW.

This is totally a success story.

>>42914816
I know I shouldn't... but...
Shit goes even deeper than that, bro. And I honestly can't wait to start letting shit get heavy.
So, in short:
Let wind take your shadowruns wherever they may take you.

>>42915076
In general:
Your shadowruns are delicious, and quite nutritious.

>>42914999
Magic 8-ball says:
>Concentrate and ask again

**

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See you next time!!
I need better exit phrases!!

>>42915076
Yeah I got that vibe too, the fact she's got a natural body that's shaped that way doesn't help. Also her reaction to us calling them fake was succubutt tier.


>>42914816
Magical people
Fangy
Rich bluehair girl
Yori
Foreign girl with unpronoucable anme
Rich bluehair's little sis
us? Cause you don't see many natural blond bear men in japan

>>42915204
>Fangy
FUCK!
How did I not notice that?
Does he sparkle?
DOES HE FUCKING SPARKLE?!

>>42915449
No but he works for blue hair mage family girl after school. Also we could kick his ass in a straight fight, so he's prolly just chuuni.

>>42915204
pretty sure QM off handily said our hair was dyed said in earlier post

>>42915132
>deeper then that
jesus QM my heart can't take it

>>42915530
he knew what the crazy random ice patches were though it was very suspicious

>>42916094
Well he does work with the Ojou and the girl with the unpronounceable name. If he was a vamp he'd maul us with ease. He's probably just a chuuni mage apprentice.

>>42915204
Does anyone know what our relationship with rich blue hair is OP's posts from our perspective made it seem like we barely knew or interacted with them but she was all chummy with us during the tea party and there was some mention of something that happened "5 years ago"

>>42916143
We don't remember really.

>>42916143
>>42916178
Strike that it didn't go into detail. we apparently met on a bridge 2 days after we moved here. That's all LG has given us.