yoyoyo :> welcome to ts! if you wanna plot hit me up man * *
{Haha~ same here ! I’m hoping to develop more of him, I’ll have the list of plots up when I can}
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yoyoyo :> welcome to ts! if you wanna plot hit me up man * *
{Haha~ same here ! I’m hoping to develop more of him, I’ll have the list of plots up when I can}
☆ - little parade
tsxeunju
pen tapping against wood, the brunette takes her time observing the professor before her — taking in every bit of nasty little detail but the shit he was spewing. comp. 101 — an utterly useless course. but salvation comes in various forms, namely a text from an equally bored classmate this time around. ( SMS → kokotone ) getting prof some deodorant? ( SMS → kokotone ) oh ( SMS → kokotone ) that’s a good idea too—( ・ิω・ิ) ( SMS → kokotone ) do your magic and get us outta here before he sweats through his entire shirt please
a glance at the message and she almost snorts ( always the charmer her dear friend was ) but there was no denying that he carried a stench to him that she swears if she squints at him for long enough she would see it curling like smoke and suffocating all those who sat too near.
(txt -> eunju ) he's not worth our money (txt -> eunju) anyways! as you wish (◕ฺー≦)ノ
fingers tangle together as she stretches them in front of her - a habit that came around when she truly meant business (she once thought of cracking her knuckles as a sign of intimidation but that just simply hurt). an image planted in her mind, hazel irises gaze over at the window. she puffs like the big bad wolf of tales.
the window blasts open and there's a sudden breeze pushing its way into the small classroom. papers storm aflutter, the white dancing much too fast in the air to be considered a scenic view. though even if it were to look pretty and she's sure that the professor scrambling would be hilarious to see, her feet already takes her towards the door with mind knowing eunju to not be far behind. fast but not furious...and she's out!