Yuzuru fell asleep.

She fell asleep, in the middle of her speech.

Oh my fuck.

Fucking aces. Aces, Yuzuru. Now this is going to be a cliche moment after school where you actually realize your feelings for Mao and then you guys hook up and then there's going to be a relationship in the first 3 pages of the RP. Like, what?

Yeah. Yuzuru was using Mao's breasts as pillows.

Fucking aces.

That's my new catchphrase. 'Fucking aces.' Eliza was just looking, with a 'WHAT THE FUCK?' look on her face. Like, what. This is what happened: Her brain formed a hand, and that brain facepalmed her insides. It felt like she just got stabbed in the stomach or something, with a severe headache too. She sighed before facepalming herself externally as well. "What."

"What. Whatwhatwhatwhatwhat?"

That was what she just said. 'What. What. Whatwhatwhatwhatwhat?' Literally. She just said that. Like, she was just staring at the cliche anime situation that was going on. What was she supposed to do, blush and giggle? No. You think this is a Drama CD, this ain't no CD. This is real life, son. We got some google maps, look up 3liZa's Cr1b, you gon' find it. And when you do, and you go over there and say, 'HEY, YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE ACTED LIKE THAT!' you know what she's going to say?

This is real life.

This ain' no game.

This ain' Lucky Star. We can't suddenly become chain-smoking lunatics in 5 seconds, and kawaii sugoi-desu lolis the next.

This ain' no Haruhi Suzumiya. 

This ain' no Doctor Who. We ain' gon' use some port-a-potties to time travel.

And you ain' gon' like dat. 

You ain' gon' like it.

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DAS WHY YOU DON' COME TO DA CRIB, SON!