college
49. The last two people on campus during an extreme weather alert and oh great we’re snowed in
Random, freak occurrences were at this point the norm for anybody boasting a long life at Iwakiri. A mountain of snow this time of year was only one such thing– pretty lax, compared to what the Headmaster was likely to throw at the staff and students on one of his more malevolent days. Opening the door and peeling off a glove, Bazz-B placed a finger in the snow and applied a little heat. It melted easily enough, so he could clear a path out without much struggle.
“It’s just a little snow,” he informed Meninas, kicking the door closed and putting a glove back on as he turned back to the Power filing her nails. “I can get us out in a couple of–” he was cut short by the phone flying his way, catching the device with a quirked eyebrow.
The pages displayed made him scowl.
“Just a little snow?”
Reports of the freak storm were rampant in the area, a thick layer of white engulfing the school. Great, so he could probably blast their way out but they might just get buried again. Or really wet, and Meninas didn’t seem like the sort to risk soggy hair.
“Guess we’re waiting this out,” he groaned, tossing the phone back. Reception would be shit, and he had no intention of doing homework.. “Wanna bang on as many desks as we can?”
