Yeah, we are pretty sure it is those bikes we are talking about. Those really big and loud motorbikes that are sometimes cool looking but most times just a hassle? And most of the times, they are so loud they make you want to throw something at the obnoxious drivers. Yeah, we got this annoyance from that episode in South Park. We will try to be nice about this because we will be talking about Harley Handlebars.
Also ignoring the fact that our Metal Conjurer did not have that much of a deep attachment to any of these women in the first place, hence why she is not as bitter as Ruru when their true colors showed. No, not bitter. Just disdain. Beside the white haired herself, was Yumi. The little red head was as quiet as her.
But unlike Kazuki who sat primly and with a presence that required the attention of those she deemed important. The Psychic Railgun tried her best to seem even smaller if that was possible. Her white face was covered by her long blood red hair, hiding the deadliest and blackest eyes ever in existence.
Our Conjurer does actually not fear her but even with her natural disgust over the promise breaker, she however respects skill and power. Her form was covered in an oversized black hoodie that reached her thighs, which inclined the Metal Manipulator to think that she was not wearing any shorts underneath that.
The same could be said about her pajama pants. Gods be damned, there was even some on her hair. No, what really sets her off was this ones need to please other people. Junko had a really worried look on her face, her brown eyes shining, as she tried to make a conversation between Ruru and Kira.
While Kazuki does not really have an opinion about having new people up here, it was obvious the Psychic Railgun did. She knew something like this was bound to happen with their growing community. Why not? Raki says, tone soft. It is our place, she answered, black eye narrowing. That does not answer her question, Kira pointed out, voice as dry as the desert.
It will give her an excuse to leave and go back to her book. Next to Junko was Ruru herself, scowling while trying to ignore Junkos pathetic simpering. Kazuki thought her to be loud and vulgar but she admits she was a tad bit impressed at how the long lavender haired Pyro was trying her best to ignore the yellow snake beside her.
The rest, as far as Kazuki could tell, were already aware of how unsightly Kiras hobbies were. It was unnatural, since they all were high level espers, meaning they were asexual as well, but while she knows Ruru is disgusted with her, Kazuki will not judge. Whatever the Plant Mancer does on her free time is up to her.
The empty seat of their absent black haired Demon called her attention and she stared at it for a complete 2 seconds. Then she looked back to their Leader. To her, Kuuse was a ghost. If not dead already in her mind.
Also ignoring the fact that our Metal Conjurer did not have that much of a deep attachment to any of these women in the first place, hence why she is not as bitter as Ruru when their true colors showed. No, not bitter. Just disdain. Beside the white haired herself, was Yumi. The little red head was as quiet as her.
But unlike Kazuki who sat primly and with a presence that required the attention of those she deemed important. The Psychic Railgun tried her best to seem even smaller if that was possible. Her white face was covered by her long blood red hair, hiding the deadliest and blackest eyes ever in existence.
Our Conjurer does actually not fear her but even with her natural disgust over the promise breaker, she however respects skill and power. Her form was covered in an oversized black hoodie that reached her thighs, which inclined the Metal Manipulator to think that she was not wearing any shorts underneath that.
The same could be said about her pajama pants. Gods be damned, there was even some on her hair. No, what really sets her off was this ones need to please other people. Junko had a really worried look on her face, her brown eyes shining, as she tried to make a conversation between Ruru and Kira.
While Kazuki does not really have an opinion about having new people up here, it was obvious the Psychic Railgun did. She knew something like this was bound to happen with their growing community. Why not? Raki says, tone soft. It is our place, she answered, black eye narrowing. That does not answer her question, Kira pointed out, voice as dry as the desert.
It will give her an excuse to leave and go back to her book. Next to Junko was Ruru herself, scowling while trying to ignore Junkos pathetic simpering. Kazuki thought her to be loud and vulgar but she admits she was a tad bit impressed at how the long lavender haired Pyro was trying her best to ignore the yellow snake beside her.
The rest, as far as Kazuki could tell, were already aware of how unsightly Kiras hobbies were. It was unnatural, since they all were high level espers, meaning they were asexual as well, but while she knows Ruru is disgusted with her, Kazuki will not judge. Whatever the Plant Mancer does on her free time is up to her.
The empty seat of their absent black haired Demon called her attention and she stared at it for a complete 2 seconds. Then she looked back to their Leader. To her, Kuuse was a ghost. If not dead already in her mind.
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