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Would anyone interested in a Track and Field club please like this post!
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[✉ to: rohan]
You’re not pinnochio. Lying isn’t going to make it bigger.
Paintball gun in hand, Rohan carefully sneaked down the halls, in search of his target. Having completely memoriesed Josuke's timetable, he knew exactly where he'd be and at what time. His Physical Education class had just finished, and he doubt that it would be something Josuke would miss out on.
He was ready. And he knew Josuke well enough to know that he would be ready too.
Should he go for a stealth shot? No, no... for once, Rohan wanted to make this a fair fight. Even though Josuke shot in straight in the face - not that he was angry or anything - this was going to be a fair game.
It didn't take long for him to scout out the student - the hall was empty, and there was about 10 meters between them as he turned the corner. His shoes tapping loudly on the flooring to catch his attention, he came to a halt, and held his gun out.
"I've finally found you, Josuke. I hope you're ready to face your fate, because no-one is going to fix the hell that you have bought upon yourself. You're going down."
And with that, he charged towards him, shooting three paintballs directly at his face with absolutely no mercy. This was it. The time was here.
ka-paintball
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To: Josuke
>2:23am: Ugh I hate you, and the responsible adult life I pretend to have during daylight hours
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to; rohan-san! (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧from; usagi-chan! (●´∀`)ノ♡
subject; ROCK AND ROLL
[9:02:32 AM] rohan-sensei! i just had this great idea! well actually it was like 2 am but i fell asleep efore i could tell u lmao
[9:02:54 AM] lets start a swedish sibling band together we can be legends
[9:02:04 AM] we’ll be the next first aid kit or the knife or smth. maybe the syringe idk is there a doctor theme or smth??? what a weird trend BUT I’M NOT GONNA QUESTION THE SWEDISH
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To: Charlotte
>11:39pm: i wish i could tell my students that all of their lessons plans were brought to them by captain morgan and diet coke. it's like seasame street, only for high schoolers being taught by a student teacher.
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[[WAS THAT ACTUALLY RANDOM OR DID YOU CLICK RANDOM UNTIL YOU GOT SOMETHING LIZARD RELATED]]
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To: Miss Usagi
>7:04am: I woke up covered in blue paint and my knee bleeding, when I went to return the shopping cart the guy in the elevator laughed hysterically. I'm having a good morning.
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To: Diego
>6:49am: you said you couldn't hang because you had to masturbate and feed your lizard
Send me a ✉ and I will generate a random text from this website that my muse will send to yours.
Oh. Well. He gave a small nod to the first question and held eye contact as he continued chewing. The sudden spark of interest in his dietary habits concerned him but not enough to feel as if he was in any sort of immediate danger. Normally someone this interested in what a ghoul did meant that they were a CCG worker and that a violent confrontation wasn’t behind…
But he swallowed and made sure it was clear enough for him to speak, voice quiet as always.
“….I’d imagine it would be like one of those chocolates with the jam filling.. Though I think the chocolates have more resistance…" He hummed and peeked curiously to see what he was doing with the sketchpad.
”..As for taste.. its blood.. Thats all there is to it; an overwhelming sensation of blood and iron.. As for comparison to what meats you humans eat— I cannot.. Every meat I have ever eaten has made me sick.. However certain…. people tend to have a more gamey taste.. Vegetarians mainly…”
“…But really.. In the end… the only way you’ll be able to get the best answers is to dive right into it yourself…”
"Mhmm, yes, I see, I see..."
Eagerly jotting down all this information, making incredibly quick sketches and filling up each page in about 10 seconds flat, Rohan looked absolutely ecstatic with all the information he was being given - he could never pass up such a unique opportunity, never in a million years!
"Yes, yes, good! Uta, your name was? Interesting, you certainly are interesting." Taking a pause to actually process some of the information, he realised something was... off.
"Wait, wait, 'us humans'? So you're not a human? Well, that's the first I've heard of that. I just thought you were some guy who liked eating parts of people."
Flicking over another page, Rohan began drawing the other intensely, his eyes constantly flickering from his target to back down on the page.
"So what exactly are you, then?"
“..I have no reason to be over there.. So you need’nt worry.”
Was that it then? What was barely a scuffle between someone who shared annoyance at having such people as roommates? He shrugged gently and in a rather bored manner, pulled something out of his pocket before speaking again.
”…Word travels fast, then.”
Without another word he slid the small organ into his mouth and closed his teeth around it with a rather loud squish.
Rohan waited patiently for the other to give him some information on his, admittedly, rather empty question - not because he was worried about his own flesh, but because he was simply curious. But his curiosity was further piqued as the other teacher pulled something out of his pocket. Ah, was that--!
"Is that real? Is that an actual part of a person??"
The sound it made as he began eating it was certainly unique; and he loved it. Grabbing his sketchpad, letting his hard work that he'd been previously working on fall carelessly to the floor, he began writing and sketching at an unimaginable speed.
"Tell me!" He exclaimed excitably. "What is the texture like? How does it taste? Can you compare it to any meats? Does it get messy? You need to tell me everything - there's no better reference than first hand experience, but I don't intend to be eating people any time soon, this will have to do! Amazing!"
They gave him two roommates. One who is an insufferable, vain brat and the other who looks like he’s wearing an eggshell on his head. He sighed and scratched under his chin.
”…Pot and kettle.. but please stay in your…section. Whoever thought this was a good idea is an idiot of highest caliber…”
"Well at least we can agree on that. I don't intend to invade your space as long as you don't invade mine."
What a pain. It could be worse, at least this would be an interesting experience if he ever decided to write some sort of sitcom-highschool-supernatural manga. With a pause, Rohan decided to spark up a casual conversation out of interest:
"So, I heard you eat people."
"So I investigated my roommates briefly and they both appear to be a pair of weirdos. Lovely. Whatever, as long as they don't disturb my work. I still have deadlines to meet."
Hm. She watches the other getting flustered as he talks with her. It was strange; normally she was the one messing up her words around others, but with reason of course— what reason would he have—
Fan? She didn’t understand it at first, but she it clicked after a while. Sailor Moon, of course. The one good thing about Kerria was that she didn’t have to keep her identity a secret. She took on a cheeky grin, hands resting on her hips. “A fan, huh…? I didn’t think I’d be so popular, but thanks for proving me wrong, mister.”
"Calling me a hard-worker is kind of a stretch, haha…" she was definitely not the hard-working type— only when she had to. Slacker had more appeal to Usagi anyways. She came to a realization.
"Hey! You know my name, but I don’t know yours." perhaps that sounded more callous than she wanted it to, but it couldn’t be helped.
"Yeah! I’m the captain… or at least I was. Some redheaded punk got me out. I’m just looking to recruit more members!"
"Ah, me? Well... My name is Rohan Kishibe. I don't know if you've heard of me, but where I'm from, I'm a famous manga artist... I'm just here at Kerria for research, because there's nothing more valuable than first hand experiences, yes?"
He smiled pridefully at his profession - maybe he'd show Usagi his work, and maybe she'd praise it... yes! The perfect situation!! But for now, he had other things on his mind, namely...
"More members for paintball, hm? Well... I would absolutely love to join - but there's one thing I need to check first."
Of course, he would never pass up the opportunity to shoot innocent bystanders in the face and wreck them with paint with no repercussions, but first, he needed to know something... to know what team that dreaded brat Josuke Higashikata was on. He couldn't stand him, so being able to ruin him like this was perfect.
"One moment, Miss Usagi. I'll be right back." He stated, before dashing off.
***
And one moment and lots of shouting later, Rohan was back, his face and shirt covered in blue paint, panting and looking absolutely enraged. Standing in front of the young girl, his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath, he still managed to force out his words with raging enthusiasm.
"MISS USAGI!! I-i will take up your offer! I NEED to be on the yellow team!! Hand me over a gun and some ammo, I'm ready to take down absolutely anyone!!! ESPECIALLY HIM!! ... A-and whoever shot you too, I suppose!!"
Rohan was ready. He was so ready.
Oh fuck why was Kishibe Rohan sprinting down the corridor at Absolute Top Speed. Why does Josuke never get a break. Please, Lord. Get this man away. At this point Rohan is rapidly screaming some incomprehensible speech about Shrek 2 while holding Josuke by the collar, and he decides to risk his life in the most incredible act of bravery anyone has ever witnessed.
Josuke shoots Rohan in the face with one (1) blue paintball and sprints down the corridor. There’s your answer, jackass.
Rohan waits for an answer, but instead, he pulls out a paintball gun. Fuck. Shit. Before he can even consider giving Josuke the biggest bitch slap a human can give, he's blasted in the face with what seems to be one (1) paintball. Screaming in anger, Rohan wipes his eyes, seeing absolute red - or rather, blue, but managed to spot Josuke on his Great Escape, too far away to consider chasing.
"JOSUKE, YOU ASSHOLE!! I'LL FUCKING GET YOU FOR THIS, JUST YOU WAIT!!!! I'LL MEET YOU ON THE BATTLEFIELD, YOU FUCKER!!!!"
Looking down at his now-blue stained $500 Gucci jacket (motherfucker, he loved this jacket), Rohan gritted his teeth in anger. He will get revenge, if it's the absolute last thing he did.
Sprinting down the hall at Absolute Top Speed, Rohan scouts out Josuke in no time. Grabbing him by the collar and shaking him madly, he begins shouting at the top of his voice:
"JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA ARE YOU PARTICIPATING IN THE PAINTBALL COMPETITION AND IF SO WHAT TEAM ARE YOU ON I NEED TO BE ON THE SAME TEAM AS SAILOR MOON BUT ON THE OPPOSITE TEAM OF YOU IF YOU DON'T TELL ME OR LIE TO ME I WILL ERASE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR MEMORIES AND REPLACE THEM WITH THE ENTIRE SCRIPT OF SHREK 2"