Post by MIYAKO SHIDA on Jul 3, 2016 11:12:03 GMT -5
SPREAD YOUR LOVE LIKE A FEVER, DON'T YOU EVER COME DOWN
Well, she can't say she didn't see this one coming!
Wasting a perfect Saturday morning staring down at the puddle of drool left on your desk from an hour nap typically wasn't the ideal way to start off your weekend. As a matter of fact, Miyako would've much preferred an exhilarating lesson on "proper school etiquette" from those Disciplinary Committee dumbasses than endure another second spent in detention. The eerily dead silence echoing off the classroom walls, the idly wandering eyes of fellow troublemakers occasionally locking with her own to clear their fatigue, and the sheer aura of indifference emitting from their teacher - it was maddening!
Rolling her eyes to showcase her immense exasperation, it quickly became apparent that if their own teacher seemingly didn't give a damn about monitoring them, then why should she? Having far better things to do than soak her desk with another fresh coat of saliva, the yankii pulled herself out of her seat before quietly dragging her feet towards the exit. Taped palms placed over the doorknob, she hesitated in turning it as her gaze cautiously switched back to their sleeping guardian.
"Well, o-fuckin'-kay then!", she bellowed out loud enough for the classroom next door to hear. The volume of her voice increasing as she spoke further. "Guess I'll see myself out and go take a dump on the headmaster's windshield! With your permission, of course..."
Nada!
Zilch!
Nothing!
Guess that was as good as any approval she was going to get! Raising a hand over her commissar's cap in a mocking salute to the rest of the scrubs who were too scared to follow suit with her misdeeds, Miyako didn't waste an ounce of time escaping the constrictive confines of her prison! A saccharine grin and a skip in her step, pure elation secreted from her very pores! Alas, it was an euphoria that wouldn't last as she felt the ends of two sharp points rubbing up against the sarashi which bounded her generous bust - a thin pair of framed glasses dangling from its wrappings while their frail owner who was seemingly seeking entry into the room collided against her slender form.
Could this Saturday get any worse?
"You've got until the count of three to remove yourself off of me. That is unless you want me to paint this hallway with your blood?", she violently hissed before taking a single step back to add a measure of separation between the two. The visible sounds of her knuckles beginning to crack as she clenched her fists. "On second thought, by all means. Take your sweet, sweet time. One...two...thr--"
MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE
THEODORE MASSINGER