. = Come Be a Loser = .
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Yuri bit the inside of her cheek, teeth digging into the soft flesh as she narrowed her eyes into slits. Her gaze drilled itself into the wall, nothing but malice and cursings filling it, and crackles of lightning beginning to rain through her iris. She hated it, hated them. Elders would make a short matter of it, saying to not be bothered by such teasings and scold, if you could call it that, those who would do such tributaries, but Yuri wasn't having any of it.
It hurt her pride, technically speaking it hurt her pride as of the moment. Yuri had always known went to keep her cool, winning debates through logic and reason whilst deterring the enemy from the goal using malicious vocabulary. But as soon as the words “You’re nothing but a Solus” left her opposition's lips, they knew they were in trouble.
As soon as the meeting had dispersed, uneasiness in the air as Yuri kept her glare trained on the offender, she had immediately made her way to the music room in the west wing that, thankfully in the moment, was one of the only rooms in the area. It was there that Yuri went occasionally in times of stress and need to think things over, seeing as it was always so quiet. She didn’t necessarily contribute to the musical arts at the school herself, but she did know how to play piano and guitar quite well.
So here Yuri sat, back facing the two double doors that exited out into the hallway. Arms crossed over her chest, she nibbled her bottom lip and furrowed her eyebrows downwards, thinking of what she could do to get back at her opposer. Maybe electrocute them while they would be swimming? Or maybe she could just zap them in the face? There were endless possibilities, but as of right now Yuri couldn’t seem to focus on anything.
“I swear...” She muttered low under her breath as she stood up from her chair. She hadn’t calmed down, though, smoke was practically coming out of her ears and she knew that she had to calm down or she would probably put a hole in the wall. Gazing around the room, her eyes caught a single black piano that had been stuffed in the corner, the sunlight that shone in through the windows creating a glossy effect. Eyes trained on it, her legs moved almost on their own as she neared the instrument, a single hum falling from her lips.