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[sororibus]

Those eyebrows begin to scrunch and whatever contented expression on her mouth before is already fallen into a frown - a quivering frown as she attempts to keep her beak clamped shut. But the tears have already welled up. One good blink and they’ll stream her cheeks. Shoulders rise more an more and begin also to very slightly quiver the more Wendy struggles to contain herself. It’s a matter of moments.

You’ve done it now, whoever you are. Three, two...

[sororibus]

“Those dirty, good for nothing greaser boys think it’s so cute blowing their straw paper at Wioleta when she’s skating by. All men are is trouble, especially those low-life hoodlums, and she’s dumb enough to get with one?”

A frustrated groan sounds from her and she shakes those balled up fists.

“If it wouldn’t be a crime in the name of all that’s gorgeous, I’d rip my feathers out, she’s so ditzy sometimes!”

[sororibus]

Whitney ‘guilty-of-listening- to-Backstreet-Boys-and- owned-10-posters’ Woodpecker

Somewhere nearby, a dreamy sigh.

“How dreamy are they?”

[jadedelinquent-blog]

''Shinozaki ate the expired bread Satoshi left on the table...''