Nico stood outside of the university club building with her hands on her hips. She was dressed for the occasion; donned with the baggy rubber overalls people’d wear tending to rice fields tucked into oversized gum boots. A red visor reading “Prez” was ensuring her haughty stare was unmolested by the sun.
“I’m sure you’ve seen the posts about it aaall over social media! This is an opportunity to prove ourselves! Hope your thumbs are feeling green today!”
She didn’t bother putting on the cheerful facade. Everyone in the club probably would’ve seen through it at some point by now and was likely accustomed to her abrasive self. Scanning through the members that had made it to her very-last-minute summons... Well, there were some that were more physically able than others, but it was about what you’d expect from an anime club... She cleared her throat once more after no immediate response from the group was made.
“Listen, I know the club description didn’t specify anything extremely physical per se, but this is a chance to improve our image!” She barked. “If the brass see what good those anime club kids are doing, we’re viable for an increase in budget! And you all know what that means...!”
She’ll finally have enough for that dakimakura that no one is to know about.
“That’s right, shelves upon shelves! Besides, we’ll look like saints, too!” She puffs her chest out, nearly forgetting to add the last remark. “Now come on, double time! We can’t fall behind the other clubs!”
