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Balls to the Wall #sunset #hittinballs #werkwerkwerk (at Golf Club at Chelsea Piers)
ive been tagged in something that broke my tag recently unu so if you tagged me in something today, im sorry! i lost it!
Accidents Happen * (hittinballs)
Cleaning duty was a familiar activity for Kiyotaka in particular. No one took as much care, nor did as thorough a job as he; each desk and chair meticulously straightened, not a speck of dust left on the floor. Somehow it turned out to be a very therapeutic. Then again, that could have just been his own perfectionist nature shining through without fail. Normally, this time was when Kiyotaka reserved himself to quiet reflection upon his day--how it went, how he could have done better. However now, he happened to have company.
Leon's name was nearly synonymous with laziness, at least through the student body. Yesterday had been his turn to clean, a duty which he had conveniently forgotten; despite his name being written on the board for the duration of homeroom. This led to their current predicament, that being said baseball player now sitting comfortably in the middle of the classroom, whilst Kiyotaka attempted to clean. It wouldn't have been so bad maybe, if Leon hadn't also insisted on eating what could only be described as the nosiest bag of chips in the entire universe.
The authoritarian looked up from the ground, broom held tightly in his grasp. "Kuwata-kun...I know you have a particular disdain for putting effort into anything you don't happen to hold an interest in, but your assistance would greatly be appreciated."
An amused smirk played over pale lips. The source that aided to Sasuke's good mood was what he was currently resting his forearms on, wrists limp as onyx stared down into periwinkle. Leon was very smug, so he was curious to see how this would go.
"Well then, impress me."
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(This just in: Leon Kuwata is Tina Belcher.)
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[ text : king ] okay how the fuck does that even look like a fucking cow nipple
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✌ - A drunk/drugged text.
[text] Did you knew your beard looks like n cow nipple?