[B]MATSUOKA MINORU[/B]

If one were to ask me how fond I am of people treating the top of my head as an object to be manhandled, the answer to that path of inquiry would be quite evident: to use the American expression, it's a no-brainer that I wouldn't enjoy the painful sensation of Miss Hoshino grinding my head down into an unnatural position where my neck is continuing to grow sore under the pressure. It hurts enough to make me wince as I try and push back up. She's an amicable and pre ... tty ([color=00aeef]=D[/color]) teacher but I'm not particularly feeling too predisposed to spending further amounts of time in her presence thanks to Cloacina's actions.

Not that I ... hadn't been appreciative of her misguided attempts to help me out, but the lack of subtlety didn't exactly bring home the porkchop in regards to successfully schmoozing me up with the other fellows of this school. Couldn't you have been less abrasive, Cloacina?

[color=00aeef]The term you're looking for is 'bring home the bacon', Matsuoka, and of course I could've.[/color]

Hence the reason she had chosen to launch into a respite that was promptly ignored.

[color=00aeef]I just didn't want to.[/color]

Ignoring her justifications, I violently (as in, violent to myself given the intensity of the force exerted) pull away from Miss Hoshino, nearly tripping over my feet as I try and find a solid foundation. I didn't like being treated like a bloody armrest. It hurts a great deal, and I'm pretty sure one can construe it as harassment quite easily. Not that I wish, to use the American expression, kick up a great fuss about it.

I would like to avoid further incidents in the future, however.

"[color=00a651]That sounds real swell, senpai,[/color]" I reply, nursing a crick in my neck as I glance over at Nagase Eri. "[color=00a651]I was ah, wantin' to do that too.[/color]"