#morallygurei

[notwatashouji]

✲ YOUR ART IS SO GORGEOUS YOU NEED TO STOP

[THANK YOU??? ouwhaouhgoughuohg i feel bad cause my drawings are all way sketchy for this oop]

[princeavarice-blog]

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Recipient: Skinny Ass

From: Best Ass

[07:16] I honestly wish you had parked the car in the terminal garage and fucked me in the backseat but I guess I should be more forward.

[charliephipps]

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[to] grey

[from] c. phipps

you looked up at me mid puke with tears in your eyes and asked to make sure no one took your turn at Wii

[shockoro]

Here she is. Head of Ichigo dorm. Running at Nyoom miles per hour. Where is she running? Directly towards Grey of course!

"GREY I'M GONNA -hic- MAYBE KILL YA' PROBABLY NOT..." cue an Elesa jumping at him at top speed, feet first. Hopefully it would leave a mark.

[arxma]

♒!!

2. I think I'm going to jail.

                    "You see, a little while ago a student came to me and requested help-- he said that he had issues focusing in class. So, of course, I helped him out. I gave him this new prototype candle that I have been trying out, and I told him to burn it in the morning when he's getting ready for school. I also told him that if anything goes wrong, he should call me.

                    "And the thing is, I got a call from him two weeks ago but I missed it because I slept in that day, and well I tried calling him back but he never responded. I think I called him three times a day for the past two weeks, but still no response! Do you think my candle exploded and he died? Do you think he left the candle burning too long and burnt down his dorm? Do you think I'd go to jail if they found out that I unknowingly sold someone an explosive candle? And would I do jail time if they find out that I don't have a license to sell things----

                  "I've said too much," and with that, she slipped away.

[biichass]

RECRUITING GREY 4/4

Turns around. Goes back inside his room.

Not even going to subdue Grey momentarily-- going to think long-term. He's nearly finished, after all.

Taking his time with picking out a recipe, playing to his strengths. a) you can't rush perfection, b) Ness is kind of a little shit, let's be real. Going to slip out quietly to get his shopping and harvesting done.

Going to also prudently lock himself in the school kitchens and tie back his jellylike hair. No matter what bedlam is going on outside, cooking is soothing. Humming liquidly to himself as he works, low purring bubbling sounds in his throat.

Even loitering over his cooking, it takes less time than he expected. Plating the soup carefully, then, and adding it to the pile of the other requirements.

Cracks his knuckles and stretches. Done at last. Time to go see Grey and see also what Grey has for his own requirements, at least if he hasn't burnt down the school yet.

[biichass]

RECRUITING GREY, 3/4

Well, the easy ones are down.

But swords shaped like food?

Clearly this man needs to be stopped before it's too late. Well, that's what he's there for, kind of. But for now-- indulging him. That's the whole point of recruitment, after all.

Still, though. Two hours of research later, and he's no closer to an answer than when he begun. Frowning fiercely. Grey better not see him in the library stacks.

Well, then. Looks like unconventional is the way to go, unless he wants to take a photo of something truly scandalous, and anyway, he can't give that to his teacher. They're definitely not at that level. Yet.

Plus, he'd have to borrow both a bottle of ketchup and a human male's genitals, and that really would be too troublesome. Hopefully Grey will understand.

Therefore, sword chopsticks. Sitting back with a sigh. Hopefully that'll be sufficient.

[biichass]

RECRUITING GREY, 1/4

When Grey'd scouted him to be a manager for his fencing club and he'd given him his requirements, he certainly wasn't expecting a list of requirements back.

The more he thinks about it, though, the more sense it makes. He's a manager on Sazanaara, as well as a player, and a damn good one, but t's only normal to prove how good he'd be on Earth, right? So it's like an audition, almost.

Scowling at his notepad again, re-reading.

Condition 1: food

Condition 2: swords

Condition 3: food shaped like swords

Condition 4: swords shaped like food

Humming at the first requirement, deciding to skip that for now. Cooking is easy, but cooking too early and leaving the food to sit for however long he needs to-- well, that'd be annoying, and that would be a drop in quality his perfectionist nature couldn't stand.

Then, part II. steeling his resolve with a huff.

In the end, it wasn't as difficult as he anticipated. Grey's made no secret of his love for swords, and Ness is resourceful. Anyway, there's no missing the sheer number of different kinds of swords mounted in that guy's office. One check to make sure that Grey's safely teaching in the gyms later and a quick entry, some cellphone photos and surreptitious weighing of blades later and a precipitous exit via window later, he's set.

...Or, well, he thought he was set. Just avoid iron and silver, and he's good to go, right?

These fencing swords measure an enormous 49 ¼ inches in all. They have a massive 43 inch unsharpened tapered Schlaeger blade....

Grimacing at the order screen. That's what they call compensation, isn't it?

Grey's not a tall man-- sometimes he seems barely bigger than delicate Ness himself-- and according to certain rumors that he fled from, has nothing to compensate for anyway. Nodding thoughtfully, and placing the order for the smaller blade with a quick flurry of keystrokes.

One down, three to go. Hopefully the other three will be less scarring.