jeudi 20 septembre 2018
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Talking About Those Motorcycle Handlebars
Yeah, we are pretty sure it is those bikes we are talking about. Those really big and loud motorbikes that are sometimes cool looking but most times just a hassle? And most of the times, they are so loud they make you want to throw something at the obnoxious drivers. Yeah, we got this annoyance from that episode in South Park. We will try to be nice about this because we will be talking about Harley Handlebars.
Her gray eyes moved from one General to another, silently observing. Raki was at the head table, speaking quietly into her earpiece. Her blue hair was as long as usual, untied and uncared for. She wore her pajamas today, white and dull as she could make it, under a black bulletproof vest.
Kazuki sees Ruru flinch and she narrowed her eyes. Changes that some of you probably will not like, she continues. Do we even get a say in this?, was Kiras dry tone. Ruru shot her a dirty look before looking at Raki impatiently. What changes? She snapped. Her irritation always spikes whenever the other girl is here.
Our Conjurer does actually not fear her but even with her natural disgust over the promise breaker, she however respects skill and power. Her form was covered in an oversized black hoodie that reached her thighs, which inclined the Metal Manipulator to think that she was not wearing any shorts underneath that.
The same could be said about her pajama pants. Gods be damned, there was even some on her hair. No, what really sets her off was this ones need to please other people. Junko had a really worried look on her face, her brown eyes shining, as she tried to make a conversation between Ruru and Kira.
While Kazuki does not really have an opinion about having new people up here, it was obvious the Psychic Railgun did. She knew something like this was bound to happen with their growing community. Why not? Raki says, tone soft. It is our place, she answered, black eye narrowing. That does not answer her question, Kira pointed out, voice as dry as the desert.
It will give her an excuse to leave and go back to her book. Next to Junko was Ruru herself, scowling while trying to ignore Junkos pathetic simpering. Kazuki thought her to be loud and vulgar but she admits she was a tad bit impressed at how the long lavender haired Pyro was trying her best to ignore the yellow snake beside her.
Especially with that temper of hers. Her red eyes burned with deep seated hate, aimed at everyone but most of all at the green haired one sitting next to Rakis left. Kazuki tried not to roll her eyes at how immature she is though. Eye rolling was beneath someone of her caliber.
Kazuki was a bit disturbed. She has not heard Yumi talk this much in 2 years. It was just supposed to be us. What happened to that? Having enough, Ruru barked Damn, you are selfish. Yumi jerked back as if Ruru just punched her with a flaming fist. She clammed up right away.
Her gray eyes moved from one General to another, silently observing. Raki was at the head table, speaking quietly into her earpiece. Her blue hair was as long as usual, untied and uncared for. She wore her pajamas today, white and dull as she could make it, under a black bulletproof vest.
Kazuki sees Ruru flinch and she narrowed her eyes. Changes that some of you probably will not like, she continues. Do we even get a say in this?, was Kiras dry tone. Ruru shot her a dirty look before looking at Raki impatiently. What changes? She snapped. Her irritation always spikes whenever the other girl is here.
Our Conjurer does actually not fear her but even with her natural disgust over the promise breaker, she however respects skill and power. Her form was covered in an oversized black hoodie that reached her thighs, which inclined the Metal Manipulator to think that she was not wearing any shorts underneath that.
The same could be said about her pajama pants. Gods be damned, there was even some on her hair. No, what really sets her off was this ones need to please other people. Junko had a really worried look on her face, her brown eyes shining, as she tried to make a conversation between Ruru and Kira.
While Kazuki does not really have an opinion about having new people up here, it was obvious the Psychic Railgun did. She knew something like this was bound to happen with their growing community. Why not? Raki says, tone soft. It is our place, she answered, black eye narrowing. That does not answer her question, Kira pointed out, voice as dry as the desert.
It will give her an excuse to leave and go back to her book. Next to Junko was Ruru herself, scowling while trying to ignore Junkos pathetic simpering. Kazuki thought her to be loud and vulgar but she admits she was a tad bit impressed at how the long lavender haired Pyro was trying her best to ignore the yellow snake beside her.
Especially with that temper of hers. Her red eyes burned with deep seated hate, aimed at everyone but most of all at the green haired one sitting next to Rakis left. Kazuki tried not to roll her eyes at how immature she is though. Eye rolling was beneath someone of her caliber.
Kazuki was a bit disturbed. She has not heard Yumi talk this much in 2 years. It was just supposed to be us. What happened to that? Having enough, Ruru barked Damn, you are selfish. Yumi jerked back as if Ruru just punched her with a flaming fist. She clammed up right away.
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