❕ ‘random’ | (I know we already have a thread so I hope this is okay !)
Send me a “❕” and a number (or ‘random’ for a random number) And I’ll make a starter where my muse sees yours wearing: 17. A Plaster Cast
A lecture. That’s what was coming. And a harsh one, from the looks of it.
Oowada glanced up at Ishimaru from his lackadaisical position at his desk: arms crossed behind his head, chair kicked back and teetering dangerously on two legs, feet, crossed at the ankle, resting on his desk above the pile of reading material he was supposed to be studying.
The first bell for class had yet to ring and Oowada was already making lists in his mind of places he’d rather be.
》He noticed the cast covering the length of her right forearm when she approached his desk earlier, but he was debating whether or not pointing out the obvious was necessary. It was new enough, it had to be, Ishimaru wasn’t wearing it yesterday. Or, if she was, Mondo didn’trecall seeing it. Pretty fast recovery time to hurt an arm that badly oneday and still make it to school on time the next. Then again, Oowadadoubted the phrase ‘sick day’ was even in the moral compass’s vocabulary.
With curiosity growing to get the better of him, the biker found himself blurting out, ❝How’d ya’ break it?❞
