Actual representation of what happens when you and your friend have class together.
"i don’t need to write that down, i’ll rememb—"
when friends make plans in front of you but don’t invite you
"Well… Rei-chan is really smart! And very passionate about the beauty of things!"
“Hm, that sounds familiar. Red glasses and blue hair?”
things girls do that I love:
- offer their friends sips of their coffee drinks without being asked
- scratch each others back
- say things like “smell this lotion I bought this weekend”
- compliment each other’s eyebrows
- that thing when they agree with you and their eyes get really wide and they nod their head solemnly
- throw out each others gum wrappers or chip bags when they get up
Jasper smiled coldly at the girl standing in front of him. “That’s a good thing then because war is coming your way,” he said. His voice was as cold and full of malice as his grin was. His eyes were emotionless other than to show anger. He loved war and bloodshed too much and had become sadistic throughout the years. He was doing the job he loved the most right now: starting fights and wars.
He was getting no where, so he stopped walking and turned to face her. “I know you’re there, so why not you just come out already,” he said waiting for her to appear.
“But I’m comfortable~” Damaris spoke up, lying on her stomach in a nearby tree. “But that was impressive, high five to you for seeing me.”
The end of the day came and they all began to finish last minute clean up and locking the doors. Damaris had done well that day, at least that’s what Luka thought. “So do you understand what this job is like?” he asked.
“I do, it’s even looks fun!” Damaris was still a teenager and craved a normal line of work, and this job seemed to fit the bill.
11: Tongue teasing
Luka couldn’t take it. He wanted to kiss Damaris now! Which wasn’t like him, but he had to do it. He pulled her into the closet as she walked back and kissed her deeply. The closet was pitch black when he closed the door, so she didn’t have the change to see who it was.
"Dama, you’re very mean to me," he whispered, his voice slightly husky.
Kurai spun around quickly and glared at her. He was visibly shaking from all the emotions coursing through him. “I wouldn’t always be so cocky if I were you,” he growled. He quickly walked past her and into the changing room. He leaned against the door and took deep breaths to try and calm himself down. She was pushing him and he wasn’t sure how long he could do this.
When Kurai retreated to the changing room, Damaris waited a few moments before going to the door, leaning her forehead on the wood. “Why didn’t you come talk to me when Galen came to get you?” She asked softly through the door. The brunette hated him and a large, violent part of her wanted him dead. But of course there was a very small bit that was saddened by the situation. She knew his reasons for putting her in harm’s way, and she despised his stupidity and ignorance, but he was still just a kid.