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“Oh, what a cool style man!”
Out of nowhere Jack found himself suddenly accosted by an average looking guy in glasses. He was much more than that though, he was an average looking student council president in glasses. Though, he wondered if he still counted as a student council president if his school no longer existed in this dimmension.
Zenkichi stopped waving and instead dragged a hand through his hair, as if to style it. The second he stopped trying to smooth it down though, it immediately spiked up again and became just as unruly.
“I was a lot like you in middle school. I became a bad boy and dyed my hair black, everybody thought I had the devil’s sense of style. I had to change my hair back right away because they were all so afraid of me.”
He was either lying, or he had completely lost sense of reality. It was quite obvious nobody would ever be afraid of a dork like this.
