I can't beweave this. [sof open]
Sadly, the Magi was bored beyond belief and those exercising regiments for his tummy wasnât cutting it out either. Hands settled behind the back of his head, had the raven made his way down the halls! Walking fast, faces pass and he was schoolbound. He didnât understand why he was here, but he did know that he was learn new things in the establishment. Oh how fun. Not really. He could only roll his eyes at the whole ordeal before a poster stuck out more than anything. A finger placed on the poster in front of his eyes, it was hard to contain his laughter from the poorly drawn figure before him.
Luckily, other than the poster was there another sheet placed under it. Informing the Magi that some hair past the wait and even short hair could be synthetic, it was labeled as fake hair. Something called weave? Well how dull, humans did know how to find ways to amuse themselves. But it was mostly childish, why didnât they all just call each and every part of their person fake? Well, it seems he would never know! Though, this did give him a reason of doing something that heâ in his own rightâ would find rather hilarious. Awaiting for an unsuspecting victim to come, which one had did, the elder went forward and allowed the random person to walk past. It was now or never and Judal would not allow this logic of humans to slip.
Grabbing the person by their hair, strands placed within a tight grip of his fingers had the raven gave something of laughter. Oh how grand, they labeled this as fake when it was actually real. Hopefully it was since this person was lacking a lot of assets already. âHey! Letâs play a game, Iâm going to ask you if this or that is real and or fake. Answer right, you might lose a life! Answer wrong and well.. ooh thatâs going be bad. But in the end, itâs going be a game I win!â A free hand was raised, holding his casual wand and giving it a wave before his face. âNow is your hair.. real or fake?â A little light pull on their strands had he quickly moved to another question, he was already liking this game.
âNow is this,â With the staff still in hand had the Magi took hold of their rump, squeezing the butt. Feeling the butt. Man, he was one with the booty at this moment. A butt touch could never be grasped like this by any other man, he had to put force into it. Give him the booty. Show him the booty. FINE. BOOTY. âReal or..â His words had fell to silence, the male had forgotten why he was even doing this in the first place! This game was already boring him and as he released their hair and butt, had Judal turned away. His bead-like balls of hair swishing in the wind and even smacking the personâs face he had toyed with accidentally. Or maybe it was on purpose they would never know.
âLetâs make a new game or you can show me where my first class is, loser.â And with a form of words had the student turned around to face the other with a smile placed on his features. Now this was how you got people to do things for you in a nice manner.
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