+ Gimme something sweet +
A loud groan erupted from Stockingâs stomach as she clutched Honekoneko to her chest tightly, lips forming into a permanent frown. Why in the fuck had she agreed to attend school once more? Pondering over the question as she roamed the halls in search of the cafeteria, the âangelâ soon found her answer. It was so⊠Quiet. Peaceful. Panty wasnât in the room next to hers fuckinâ the brains outta some guy. Garterbelt wasnât screaming at them to get up and go fight ghosts and Chuck wasnât⊠Doing whatever the Fuck he normally did. Perhaps this had been the best idea of her life!Â
The girl would have grinned had her stomach not roared once more, causing the girl to clench her fists tightly around Honekoneko.Â
âWhere the fuck are the sweets around this goddamn shit-hole!?â She spat out bitterly, as if losing her temper would miraculously give her the answer to her question. If she was lucky enough, perhaps it would. Perhaps someone would over-hear her and come to her aid.Â
Panty knew class wouldn't really be an option here--she knew ever since she arrived. In fact, she was surprised no one had  given her shit for it, you'd think she was just lucky. But hell, she didn't feel lucky. She was bored as shit.
Not to mention the blonde hadn't gotten one lay since she got here, can you believe!? That was--what, 3? 4 hours without sex? Â Unbelievable.Â
Now totally bummed, Panty sulked down the hallways of Tancho. That is, until she heard a familiar whine. She followed the voice and stomach growls, until she had finally found what she was looking for.
"Well if it isn't my favorite bitch."








