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[color=8493ca][i][u]~Keiko Murata~[/u][/i][/color]

Keiko waited for the presidents or the other guys response. She was obviously confident they wouldn't do anything to her, or at least anything she would care too much about. Wearing a sweater for wearing 'obscene' clothing? Pfft. Like they could force her to wear it...or for that matter, like she even cared. Besides, she was fairly confident in her abilities to flee before they got to her. That kendo guy might give her a bit of trouble though. Ah well, whatever happened happened.

[u][i]"I don't know what you have against her, but you do not do that when the samurai's around,"[/i][/u]

[color=8493ca][i]"What the hell is your problem."[/i][/color] She mouthed to the other kid. Killjoy. Gah! Not being able to talk was freakin' annoying! If she could, she'd have definitely given that guy a piece of her mind. Instead, he continued blabbing about that silly looking kendo guy. She'd seriously like to give this guy a good verbal lashing...

[u][i]"Unless you want another disability or two on top what you already have."[/i][/u]

Bwahahaha...this kid was joking right? That kendo-guy wouldn't do anything that bad. Besides, she was [i]very[/i] confident in her abilities to flee the scene. Still, seeing the presidents reaction was going to be funny, so she turned her attention from the other kid, back to her. And was promptly met with a victorious smirk from the president. Keiko frowned slightly in annoyance. 

guh.

That was probably the worst reaction she could have gotten. Thanks to this little moron interfering probably. She reached into her pocket, intending to pull out the notepad she used to write on along with a pencil. She was gonna tell this brat exactly what she thought of him. Only...there was a small problem. The piece of paper she had waded up, was unfortunately the last sheet of paper in the notepad, and she now had no way of coherently communicating with people.

After a few seconds of giving him a somewhat annoyed stare, trying to think of some way to get her feelings across, she took what was left of the notepad...and gave him a somewhat hard smack on the top of his head. Not hard enough to hurt, really, but definitely hard enough to get his attention and cause a bit of confusion. After that, she placed her hands on her hips, giving the guy an annoyed glare. Hopefully, that made it clear enough, though she really would like to say or at least write what was going through head right now.

At least she probably got the attention of the president and disciplinary guy again.

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