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This morning was a total bust when it came to learning. You didn’t gather -any- momentum at all, and started puttering out way too soon. Now with a belly full of food, body exhausted, nicotine running through your system, and a soul brimming with manly spirit, you’re finally ready to go and take these damn books head on!

Even though you’re starting in the middle of a book, it doesn’t take -too- terribly long to get a grasp on what the hell you’re reading about. It helps that when you look ahead and see clearly over Delilah’s head that she’s got a well-written, clearly stated summary and notes on a separate sheet of paper. Of course. She came in fresh today, and probably didn’t have too much time to get prepped for classes. Well, it’s not like it’s cheating in this form, and thus totally -not- delinquency to read what she’s got.

It helps dearly, as you finally understand the reason -why- you’re reading classic literature about samurai. Apparently, the work you’re reading is actually the chronicles of -some- historical importance. Of course, if you actually paid attention in class, a -lot- of the things you learn are of -some- importance. They call it, ‘historical fiction’. You’re not quite sure how it can be both historical -and- fictitious, but you let it slide for now.

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>”Among the ten greatest samurai under Lord Sanjuro, only three had the willpower, and determination to venture into the mountains where the Demon King had claimed. Of the many soldiers sent to try and root his evil from the lands, none ever returned. It was up to the three Samurai of the Darkened Sky to swoop in and destroy the Demon King once and for all.

>“Kuro. Goemon. Zen. These were the names of the three warriors who formed the fellowship of darkened skies, the Black Clouds. They were to encroach upon the Demon King’s lands like a howling wind, and strike like thunder and lighting to end his reign.

>”Kuro was anointed their valiant leader, whom his wisdom and intelligence granted him insight that was great enough that some would call it mystical. His eyes were like that of the eagle; they missed no detail and captured everything. His movements were as the wolf; swift, powerful, and deadly.

>”Goemon was a usually gentle man, but his temper was legendary. He was usually happy to just eat, drink, and be merry; should his emotions gain sway, he would turn into a monster. This man was a demon himself, an Oni pacified by birth and raised by Lord Sanjuro himself almost as if he were his son. He was not, however, but he was powerful and skilled enough to earn the title of being one of Lord Sanjuro’s mighty samurai. He made peace with his monstrous origin, and opted to use his immense power for the good of humanity. He was as the boar who charged headlong into battle, and destroyed all in his path.

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>”Zen was a spiritual person. A warrior priestess. A woman. Whilst the idea of anointing a woman as samurai would earn Lord Sanjuro ire from his people, Zen proved her worth. She knew well the power of one’s self, and used it well. Her words cut as her sword, and was said could too cleave objects in two. Whenever possible, she used words and her body’s motions to sway her foes rather than the sword. She was as the snake who swiftly moved to and fro; small, but terrifying to all who she even so much as bared her fangs to, causing others to back down lest they get bit.

>”They journeyed south past to the river on their quest, where they came upon a tribe of kappa who would not allow the group to pass.

This would be the stopping point of your reading adventure, as Sayako-sensei has Taro begin to hand out papers. Time for the work portion of Japanese literature… dammit. Reading was kinda interesting too.

After spending the next thirty minutes filling out her worksheet and describing what a lot of the meanings regarding the characters and the story's set up (which you’re able to do quite easily as the words seem to almost fall onto the page as you go) as well as how the beginnings of their venture made you feel.

You actually finish the assignment with some time to spare, and are able to read a bit of the beginning before the bell rings. When it sounds out, you and the rest of the class pass your papers forward and Sayako goes on her merry way.

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“Geeze, Chitose-kun! You’re acting like a real brainiac today! Coming to class, studying, and even reading -after- the assignment!” Tina slides her chair over to your desk and rests her arms and head on it while looking up at you with a beaming smile. Her hair all but covers the entire surface of it. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Is Sonohara-kun not usually like this?” Delilah asks as she turns around in her chair as well. “He got really into it this class. I got the feeling he’s kinda… a…”

“Delinquent? Yeah. This dork is -totally- a toughy! He’s, like, suuuuper strong and can even bust down walls and stuff! He’s tough as nails, but he’s still just a big softie.” Tina turns her attention to the gaijin who sits in front of you. She reaches out with her hands and gives you a hug, pulling herself across the surface of your desk as she tightens her grip. “See?”

“Delinquent <yankii>?” Her brow furrows at the mention. Of course, yankii/yankee meaning something else in her own country, the meaning is slightly lost on the little, blonde girl.

>How do you respond?

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>>42977102
I mean, yeah we be all big tough delinquent kinda guy. Doesn't mean we don't plan on being just that and not something more.

>>42977102
Blondie, yanking means someone loud, rude, barbaric and who is a troublemaker. And Tine you know the reason I'sa "softie" is cud unlike some posers I don't needs to show off for people to know I'm badass. People know and is smart enough to not start crap, so live and let live, mostly. I fight enough dumbasses i donts need to pick on others, well besides teasing em once in a whiles.

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Also, just to get your guys' opinion on terms of options:
>Do you prefer open-ended options more-so than premade ones?

I'd still intend on premades when it comes to direction changes or whatnot to give guidance to where's the closes and most plausible options, though.

>>42977102
yeah I'm the toughest guy in the school. I crushed everyone who came to fight me. I can't do that forever though, I need to learn so that I can do more in the rest of my life

>>42977266
A mix is good, and sometimes giving us options so we can get some idea of the appropriate response is good.

>Writing

>>42977266
As >>42977329 said, a mix is best. The premade options make it easier to get an idea of what Chitose would generally say, letting players expand on what they say under an established context. Really helps players when encountering a difficult problem that has no easy answer.

That was actually kind of cool. I wonder, if Chitose would keep the book on him so he can read more historical fiction when bored.

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“Yeah. Yankii. It means I’s loud, rude, barbaric, and a troublemaker. Though it’s not a part’a the label, I’s also the toughest guy in school. I’ve crushed -everyone- who’s caused shit fer me, and I’s kicked more asses than I can count.” You reach down to the sides the messy-haired girl who’s currently huggling you from atop your desk and begin to tickle her. She squeals and tries to disengage, but between you hands on either side of her and her baggy sweater catching on the corners, she is unable to escape. She is only capable of flailing her arms and legs wildly, laughing hysterically, and making high-pitched sqeaking noises. “Tina here -also- knows that I ain’t ‘fraid of bein’ a ‘softie’, ‘cuz unlike wannabes and posers I dun need ta put on a show. People either know I’s a badass, -or- they find out the -hard way.- I dun has the time ta make a big, fuckin’ deal fer every person what crosses m’path.”

“NYuuUUUHAhahAHaha!” Tina is reaching her breaking point as she -attempts- to beg for mercy from your deft fingers. Her kicks and screams are largely ignored by most of the class after the first couple seconds, as -her- always making a big production is well known on campus. Most people laugh it off, but you catch some guys who’ve -other- motives staring her way as her legs kick up off the ground in a wild attempt to get away from her current prediciment. A glare is more than enough to get most of those pervy asshats to stop trying to get an eyeful. “Pleeaase! Chiiiiioose-kyuun!!”

“Don’t get me wrong. I’ll still fuck ya up if ya try’n mess with me or my friends. Fuck, I’ll still wreck some shit when I’m pissed. But just ‘cuz I like to fuck shit up don’t mean I can’t fuck around like this. Ya gotta live and let live.” You finally decide to stop your ticklish onslaught upon Tina’s sides, which you’re -very- certain are in orbit by now. She gasps for air, and collapses atop your desk.

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You can see that her face is flushed, and she’s panting hard as she tries to recover from the entire ordeal from between weaving strands of her messy hair. Among other things from under her messy atire, you spot something round, and white; something that you notice Delilah blushing at the sight of. Dammit… this is what happens when you kick and scream around like this.

“T-T-Tina-san… Your p-p-pa-” Delilah pokes Tina’s shoulder, trying to catch her attention and inform her of her uplifted skirt and exposed rear. Tina does not respond, however; still trying to catch her breath.
“While I might be a rough ‘n tumble guy, don’t mean I don’t wanna be -only- a badass forever. I dun need some deadend future in construction or some shit.” You sit up in your seat a bit, and lean forward to flip her skirt back down. The sheer sight of you handling Tina’s skirt with such non-chalantness causes her blush to deepen at the brash sight. Shit. You thought that Americans were hardcore and were desensitized from this kinds crap… guess the young ones are exempt from all that. “Oye, Sweater-chick, try’n keep from kickin’ like that, unless ya -wanna- give the entire damn class a peek at them peaches.”

“Oh!... Umm!.... Thanks!.... Chi!...Tose…. Kun!... “ Her words come in between gasps for air as her chest heaves heavily; lifting her up off your desk at times. It looks like she’s getting close to evening her breath considering she was able to thank you. Damn this girl sometimes.

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“So-So-Sonohara-san! How could you do something like that?!” Delilah’s eyes are widen with shock. She points at you as she tries to shrink back into her desk as her blush reddens even more. She’s almost looking like a blonde tomato now. “That’s sexual harassment!”

“Eh? I din’ grope her ass or nothing, and it ain’t like this’s the first time I’s seen it.” Okay. While true, this comment -does- elect some stirring in your fellow peers. There are some murmers, but as you know well that this isn’t the first time that a lot of -them- have seen her panties either. Tina’s tripped, slipped, kicked, cartwheeled, and other such things more times than -anybody- would be able to cound. She’s just -too- damn clumbsy for her own good. At least she doesn’t wear anything too flashy. “Ain’t the first time I’s had to cover it, either. Better’n the time she fuckin’ ripped it on the door to the roof… If yer gonna stick wit this chick, yer gonna has to keep an eye out fer her too, y’know.”

“I’m not -that- bad!” Her breath seems to have caught up with her once more.

>Tease: I’s seen more of that ass and yer chest than I’s seen anybody else’s.
>Joke: I dunno. If I tickled ya again, Deli-brat’ll get get herself firsthand practice on fixin’ yer atire.
>Scold: Yes you is! Yer too fuckin’ clumbsy fer yer own good.
>Other [Suggestion]?

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>>42978852
>>Joke: I dunno. If I tickled ya again, Deli-brat’ll get get herself firsthand practice on fixin’ yer atire.
>>Scold: Yes you is! Yer too fuckin’ clumbsy fer yer own good.

>>42978852
>Tease: I’s seen more of that ass and yer chest than I’s seen anybody else’s.

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>>42977329
>>42977912
>Go for a Mix.
Will do. Thanks guys.

>>42978348
Yes he can. Technically it's a book the entire class is reading right now; thus a schoolbook that was given to each student to read/study. Granted, at the end of this particular book the class must return them for the next class' use.

It's tucked away in Chitose's inventory.

>>42978852
>Joke: I dunno. If I tickled ya again, Deli-brat’ll get get herself firsthand practice on fixin’ yer atire.
I really like just how casually Chitose treats Tina. It really gives a sense of how just used he is to her and makes him seems a lot more comfortable and natural around her.

>>42979012
Cool, if we get some down time we ought to read it, who knows, maybe we can end up ace'ing a test that pops up.

>>42978852
>Joke: I dunno. If I tickled ya again, Deli-brat’ll get get herself firsthand practice on fixin’ yer atire.

Alright, I gotta step out fer a bit.
I'll get to writing upon my return.

Go on as you please in my absence.

Enjoy this adorable dialog of a Yankii girl from "Mousou Voice CD"

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>>42979334
Forgot my image...

>>42978852
>>Joke: I dunno. If I tickled ya again, Deli-brat’ll get get herself firsthand practice on fixin’ yer atire.
>>Scold: Yes you is! Yer too fuckin’ clumbsy fer yer own good.

>Writing

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Your eyes shift and peer down at the girl still laying flat on your desk. She looks back up at you with a slightly pouty face at your accusation. If her hair were any less messy or were any less tossed about the surface in which she lay face-down on, you’d be pretty certain you’d be seeing a full pout rather than the -slight- one you can barely make out.

“Izzat so?” Her brow raises as you lean back in your chair, and relax. Her eyes follow you as you shift your gaze over to the American sitting nearby. Her face is still rather flushed, and her gaze keeps darting back between you and Tina. “I dunno. I’s pretty sure if I tickled ya again, Deli-brat here would have herself some firsthand practice on fixin’ yer wardrobe malfunctions.”

Delilah’s eyes shoot wide open and her face returns to a nice, beet-red. The comment is more than enough to cause her jaw to drop open, and her eyes now shoot between you and Tina’s rear. Yeah. She’s -really- feeling the awkward nature of this conversation, and looks like she wants to escape. But the second bell rings, signaling the next class will begin in the next several minutes.

“Nuh huh! I could -totally- keep myself in check when I try!” Tina poke at your abs with her finger. She stares you down with a challenging look. You return it. Your eyes lock onto one another, and you gaze into one another for a moment.

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“Uhh, guys. I think we should -really- try to get ready for class.” Delilah tries to divert your attention, but only draw your challenging gaze to meet hers. She isn’t intimidated -at all- by this hard look of yours, but instead pulls out a notebook and flips it open. “The bell rang. If Tina-san is careful, I won’t -need- to learn how to flip her skirt down, right?”

“Deli-Brat…” You nod towards her, and begin to take off your gloves. It’s go time. “Hold my gloves.”

“No! Wait! I thought we were just kidding!” Tina’s expression shifts into one of complete surprise and terror as you toss your leather gloves towards Delilah, and she tries to push herself up and off your desk. “She’s right Chitose-kun! We have claAAAAHH!!!”

“You’s got only yerself ta blame fer this.” It is too late. You grab hold of her waist with your now unimpeded hands, and start their vigorous dance upon her midsection. Tina explodes with uncontrollable laughter after you unleash your secret technique: Barehand Assault. Your expression isn’t particularly malicious or -too- happy, but you -do- enjoy getting at her like this. Her smile, even if she isn’t in control of those muscles right now, has always had the power to brighten even some of the darkest days. Your peers could attest to this universal fact. “This’s why ya don’t talk tha talk if ya can’t walk tha walk.”

“I’MSORRYPLEASEGODSQUEEEE!!!” You can tell by her body’s twitching, and how she tries to contain her thrashing to her upper body that she’s still trying to prove herself right, but you haven’t even truly begun this barrage. You can see her armor weakening with the sight of her rump’s intense twitching up and down, but she’s holding steady.

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“Chitose-san! I think you have proven your point e-enough!” Delilah tries to speak reason to you. Her eyes keep darting to Tina’s rear, and back to you. Too bad she doesn’t understand what it means to be a man of tremendous spirit, that you are. You have begun this, and you will finish it.

You eye the spot. There! Your fingers crawl themselves down the side of her sweater until they reach the bottom of it. The sweater itself is some awesome armor, its fluffiness blocks over 30% of your attack power due to how soft it is, but underneath she is like a turtle without its shell! Even more, rather than the sensation of her school uniform’s shirt, you instead feel the soft touch of her skin. There’s -no way- she can resist.

“NYUUUUUUCHITOSEKUNSTAHPAAHHHHH!” Her legs begin to kick up in her awesome fit of laughter, and she is unable to hold back anymore. She wiggles, wriggles, and squiggles her hardest as she tries to get away. It isn’t long until you see that familier flash of white and pink making it’s appearance from under her skirt.

By the look on Delilah’s face, so does she. Only now do you stop your reign of terror upon Tina’s sides, which are now clearly in another galaxy.

“CH-CH-CH-CHITOSE-SAN! HER P-P-P-” Delilah has the look of somebody who’s just seen a train wreck, only her face is far more flushed. You want to look away, but you simply cannot.

“Well. There ya go. Pull it down.” You hold Tina in place, whose energy is completely drained, but she tries to slip away from you. It doesn’t take much energy; you’re able to hold her waist in place with one hand, though you -do- pull it out from under her shirt, and back onto her sweater. The other hand goes to her head to pat it, and offer grievances for your attack. It calms her slightly.

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“Do I just, you know? Grab it?” Delilah hesitantly reaches her little hands into the area surrounding Tina’s rear. She looks like she might overheat at any moment now.

“Yeah. Better do it quick, tha teacher’s gonna be comin’ soon, and I dun want it to look like we’re doin’ something strange to her.” Tina stops stuggling against the mighty calming powers of your headpats, and her body falls limp, though it still leaves her rear uncovered to Delilah’s dismay. “Yer also gonna need to pull her shirt down. I can see some skin there.”

“Fine!” Delilah reaches out blindly, her eyes snap shut.


“There. That weren’t so bad.” You smirk at Delilah’s job-well-done. Tina’s ass is once more hidden from sight behind the veil that is her skirt. All is right in the world. Delilah then scrambles to pull down Tina’s shirt, and quickly turns around back in her seat. Awwe. Perhaps you flustered her too much. She doesn’t even say a word.

“You!.. Are!.... So… Mean!... Chitose…. Kun!...” Tina breaths hard and pouts weakly up at you. You do nothing but smile, and continue patting her head. This is enough to eventually get her to calm down. She’s still collapsed on your desk when the next teacher comes in, Victoria Elsener Nox-sensei.

She pauses upon entry and notices the peculiar spectacle happening on your desk.

“Chi-kun… Why is Ti-chan so floppsily on top of your desk?”

>Honesty: I tickled her to exhaustion to prove a point.
>Lie: She was like this when I got here.
>Other [Suggestion]?

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>>42981752
>Lie: She was like this when I got here.
I ain't see shit

>>42981752
She tripped, and insisted she could get up on her own. You know how clumsy she is teach. I offered to help, and mighta teased her a bit, but she insisted.

>>42981752
>Shrug

>>42981752
>Lie: She was like this when I got here.

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Sadly I must step out once more.
I'll get to writing upon my return.

>>42981752
>Lie: She was like this when I got here.

>Writing

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“Shit. I dunno. She must’ve tripped or some shit. You know how clumsy she is.” You furrow your brow as though you were accused of something bad. You turn in your chair and motion towards the door. “Fuck. She was like this when I -got- here.”

You can hear the sounds of some of your fellow peers giggling at your story. While most of them wouldn’t dare come within several feet of you without reason, they -do- tend to enjoy your antics involving Tina. Speaking of which, is still far too out of breath to speak up against your word. She tries to lift a lazy hand in protest, but you catch it mid air.

“I’s tried to help her up, but she keeps on insisting she can do it herself.” You tug weakly on her hand, -not really- trying to help her up. Tina being too fatigued to even use the bit of assistance you provide her, flops right back onto your desk.

“Chitose-kun, no really. I can do this.” She calls out, now playing along with you. She wiggles her hips slightly, causing her skirt to whip side-to-side, hitting Delilah’s shoulder. The sudden motion and realization of what it is causes her to slowly turn around again. Her face is still horrendously red, but she can’t help but watch your guys’ show. “Uuugyah~...”

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“No. I’s seriously Sweater-chick, -I can help- you. Shit, I could just plop ya down if-” You start to get up after Tina’s latest attempt at trying to lift herself up fails as she slides on back down to your desk.

“No. Chitose-kun. I can do this on my own. I don’t need you carrying me around all the time like a princess.” She interrupts you by poking you in the chest from her position, and she tries again. She gets a -little- bit higher, but still fails. Victoria-sensei looks concerned as she slowly approaches.

“Ti-chan, are you sure? Chi-kun -did- help So-kun to the infirmary earlier, I’m sure he could brin-” She places a hand on Tina’s back and rubs gently. The pleasant sensation on Tina’s back only serves to make her melt back onto the desk in a state of pure relaxation.

“No! She’s not going to the infirmary.” You deny that incoming request. While it might look like Tina’s having -quite- the fit of exhaustion, you know it was engineered by none other than yourself. “Okay Tina. Away to the desk with you.”

“But! Vikki-chan’s hand~!” She pouts as your scoop her into your arms. Bringing her to her desk is -by far- the best option compared to bringing her to the infirmary, where the seductress lay in wait. Of the many possibilities, her abducting -Tina- as well as you fallen comrade (who might be completely drained of his lifeforce by now... poor bastard) into her lair. Also, she might try and get all up on you in front of Tina… that’d be awkward. “Chitose-kun, you’re so triple mean~!”

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“Yeah, yeah. Rest if off on your own desk.” You gently set her down in her chair, making sure that her skirt is neatly tucked underneath her; it is a well practiced act for you, and once more a trigger for Delilah to avert her gaze in embarrassment. The Japanese are modest, eh? Once making sure her head is laying neatly on her arms upon her desk, you nod at your handiwork, and return to your seat. “There.”

“But, Chi-kun! She’s still all floppsy-woppsy! There might be something wrong with her and she might -actually- need to go to the in-” Victoria-sensei pleads with you by tugging on your jacket’s sleeve.

“No. She’s -not.- Going to the infirmary. She just needs some rest.” You turn to Victoria-sensei and lean down so you’re closer to her height. “I know my Sweater-Chick better’n anyone else.”

“Well… if you say so Chi-kun.” This is enough to make Victoria-sensei back down, and start heading back to the front of the class.

With a return to your chair, Delilah turns around in her chair, fidgeting with her fingers and trying not to look you in the eye. “Your Sweater-chick? Are you and Tina, like, dating or something?”

“Nope.” Delilah tilts her head in confusion as you lean back in your chair once more. Damn it feels good to relax again.

“But you just said she was ‘yours’. Doesn’t that mean that you… ummm. ‘claimed’ her?” Her brow furrows with her question. It was obviously awkward for her to say outloud.

>She’s mine, and there ain’t nothin’ more to it
>We ain’t dating, goin’ out, lovers, or even fucked. But she’s mine.
>Fuck it. Sure. Whatever.
>Other [Suggestion]?

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>>42983597
>She’s mine, and there ain’t nothin’ more to it

>>42983597
>>She’s mine, and there ain’t nothin’ more to it
Why does saying that have to be romantic?

>>42983597
>She's my friend, and I claim her as such. We ain't going out or nuthing.

>>42983597
>She’s mine, and there ain’t nothin’ more to it
>I'm selfish like dat

>>42983597
>She’s mine, and there ain’t nothin’ more to it

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>Writing

>>42983640
It's usually a thing that couples say about one another

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“Sweater-Girl is mine. Ain’t nothin’ more to it.” After a final stretch you lean forward onto your desk. Your elbows support you as you get in a bit closer to Delilah. “Ain’t nothin’ more to it, ‘aight?”

Delilah’s brows furrow at a combination of how you speak, and seemingly trying to grasp such a simple statement. It isn’t hard to understand that she’s yours. She’s -been- yours for quite a while now. There ain’t any ifs, ands or buts about it. Victoria-sensei finishes writing some english words on the board… <Lesson: Amnimals>.... shit… You can -kinda- understand it, but it don’t look right… your brows furrow, and your eyes squint trying to understand th’fuck <Amnimals> is ‘sposed to mean… it looks similar to some other words, but the english language is pretty damn stupid sometimes…

“A...Ahm… Ahmniimalusu…” You try to sound it out… fuck… you probably missed something last week… or last year… or -sometime- because it -just- doesn’t look right.

“Sensei!” Delilah’s little hand shoots into the air. It seems as though class has done well to calm her down, as you only see a faint brushing of pink on her cheeks now.

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“Oh! Umm…” Victoria-sensei turns to the attendance sheet, and the accompanying seating chart. “Deli-chan? What is it, my lovely-little-American-cutie-pie~?”

“First. I would appreciate if you didn’t refer to me as such.” Her voice is stern and serious. You notice how rigid her body language is; kinda reminds you of them office people in the business district. Hardasses. “Second, you misspelled animals. <It’s spelled: A-N-I-M-A-L-S. You put an ‘M’ in there, and that isn’t proper english. While I understand that you’re most likely trying to be cute, I don’t appreciate you injecting such childish and typographical errors into our lesson plans. I also think it is unnecessary to add ‘swirlies’ at the end of each letter, and replacing the dot above the ‘i’s with hearts. It is immature, and should be saved for more personal uses.>”

Fuck… You -maybe- caught half of Deli-brat’s words? But what you -did- understand is that you aren’t supposed to use hearts for ‘i’s… which you erase from your notes completely, and re-dot with dots… they’re dots, right? Also you caught that it was supposed to be ‘Animals’... You’re not quite sure -how- the M got in there… but it makes sense why you didn’t understand it.

You also caught that the strict nature of Delilah’s lecturing has seemingly struck fear into the heart of Victoria-sensei. Her back is pressed up against the wall, and you can see her lower lip quivering. You can also make out that there are tears forming in her eyes, but she’s trying her best to hold them in…

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“<I-I’m so s-sorry, Delilah-chan! P-please don’t y-yell at me any m-more! I’ve learned my lesson!>” She looks like she’s about the bust down crying, and from what you can make out she’s apologizing to Delilah. Wow. Kid’s hardcore! “<I won’t do it anymore! I won’t! I’ll do it properly! I promise! Don’t bully me!>”

It’s actually kinda sad to see Victoria-sensei like this… kinda pitiful, but you know how bad she is when it comes to yelling. -You’ve- made her cry like this before. You can see that Delilah doesn’t quite share the same amount of remorse you felt when -you- did it… kinda like kicking a puppy. Delilah remains strong as she stands there.

“<I’m not bullying you. I’m criticizing you. There’s a huge difference between the two. Now, if you would please resume the lesson -with- the proper spelling and without the unnecessary designs added onto each letter, we might be able to learn something today.>” She sits back down. Despite how flustered she was earlier, it’s all gone now. She’s in full serious mode… though you can see some of that fluster return when she notices Tina staring at her from over the poofs her her sweater in her downward position…

No matter whatever the hell was said, it looks like the lessons are about to begin!
<Time to English!>

>Roll 1d20
>Best of 3! <Are you ready to English?!>

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>42984510
Yankii channeling Yankee

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>42984510

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>42984510

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>Alright! Pack it up, we're done here!

Okidoki then, last post of the week. This felt like a pretty productive Questing week, despite I only got in 1 extra quest from the planned 3!

Alright, if ya got question ask 'em!

I'll try to get to them before I head out!

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>42984560
>>42984570
>>42984576
We cannot into Murrica.

>>42984510
Rolling for what could have been.

>>42984598
Why is the American such a hard ass? YOu keeping our knowledge accumulated behind the scenes? What does everyone think of us?

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>>42984560
>>42984570
>>42984576
Well, I don't think we could be an English teacher.

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>>42984636
>Why is the American such a hard ass?
It's mostly due to her upbringing and ambitions. Of course, there's something deeper on a more psychological level that -really- makes her act in such a way.

Being srsbsns for no good reason other than for a character trait is bad design. You'll probably stumble into her reasons in the future.

>YOu keeping our knowledge accumulated behind the scenes?
Yes. While I'm exerting some of the more "useless" classes, Chitose's serious mode is at work during them.

Chitose -can- technically catch up on the lost rolls, as there -are- a combination of textbooks he has, as well as the library (both the schools and the city's) he can use to study. Chitose does not have a library card, however.

He -had- one at one point, but it was revoked because he was a little shit. You'd have to -choose- to go the library and learn (and get interlude lore) in those cases, as well as potentially trigger events and flags.

I'm dead-set on everything, if not -most- things leading -somewhere- with -somebody.- Not always the -same- somebody, but people are coming and going all the time.

On a side note, of the classes Chitose -does- do well in are Art, Cooking/Home economics, PE, and Math.

Math because Chitose handles his household's expenses... His older sister is -far- to frivolous with spending money for them to make a living if he doesn't drop her spending down to an allowance. He's also had a fairly tough lifestyle that has caused him to learn -some- advanced calculations that -do- have real-world applications.

Art because he's a graffiti artist. He finds it fun to tag shit up, and tag -over- other people's shit. He's actually got four cans of spray paint in his inventory -right now.-

Cooking: He does the cooking at home. His little sister as well sometimes, mostly as a helper. Elder sister's cooking is vile and toxic.

PE, because Chitose is pretty much a paragon of fitness.

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>>42984699
We'll get there. Baby steps and all that.

>>42984699
We also need to get like your picture. We need to get Shizuo stronk

>>42985119
Her cooking is vile and toxic you say? Now could we weaponize this?

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>>42984636
>Pt 2:
>What does everyone think of us?
Most kids think you're scary, violent, hot tempered, and mean. They would do their best to keep out of your way, as they've seen some of the terrible shit you've done in your past.

You were -never- the kid to mug people or threaten them to hand over their wallets, but you -have- on occasion ordered some kid to buy you lunch or a drink.

You mostly just break things, vandalize, and beat people up. Beating people up and breaking shit are your specialties, thus far.

Kids have seen you thrash adults, and they fear you'll do the same to them if they get on your bad side.

Only the people you've had some interactions with today understand you're not just some bloodthirsty beast.

As for your friends, I'll answer that another day!

>>42984699
Don't stop believing! Perhaps someday!
Tomorrow is a bright, new future waiting to happen!

**

If that's that, I'm outtie! i'll see ya on monday!

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>Also gonna use your badness level as my final post each day. We'll see how good we get with picture graphs!