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[color=#f7ac56][CENTER][b]MENTIONS:[/b] [@NeoAJ][/CENTER][/color]
[color=#f7ac56][sub][b] Hyakusawa Academy
April 19th, 2019
3:25 PM[/b][/sub][/color]

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[color=#f7ac56]Okay. Okay, okay, okay. So... Jazzy can fully admit, to herself at least-- that she was definitely probably mostly faking it by this point. But, look, okay--  before you go throwing your glass shards haplessly at the walls of your wolf-proofed stone houses, you riotous pigs. Riddle me this; Would you not do the same were [i]YOU[/i] in her Balenciaga slip-ons? I bet you wouldn't, would you? That's right! Because you're too poor to afford her shoes, you couldn't Yurchenko a mile in her Balenciaga slip-ons. You know, so before you judge her for this, how about you look at your own life decisions, pal? Pull yourself up by your bootstraps, and then toss away those garish Timberlands-- ugh. You know who wears Timberlands? Construction workers and New Yorkers. Do YOU want to be mistaken for a [i]New Yorker?[/i] I didn't think so. Get better shoes, and then fucking swoon in the strong arms of a gorgeous Amazon and stay there for as long as possible.

So, Jazz [i]was[/i] still extremely delirious.

Not delirious enough that she couldn't see an upside to being delirious, mind you, Jazz is still, at her core, [i]Jazz[/i], after all. [color=#ffc0cb][i]Oh?[/i][/color] She thought, [color=#ffc0cb][i]An upside?[/i][/color] Well, yeah, think about it logically dude-- you've basically got a free pass here. You can do whatever you want! [color=#ffc0cb][i]Play up this 'delirious' character a bit.[/i][/color] Exactly! Like, you've been admiring her grip on you ever since you first awoke, wondering all kinds of things about her finger strength and length, all kinds of things she could do with them that aren't basketballs... weird shit, really. You've got a bit of a perverted mind, dude! [color=#ffc0cb][i]Sh-shut up![/i][/color] I am literally your mind. Not only am I not wrong about this, I won't shut up until you die.

[color=#ffc0cb][i]Alright, your point being.[/i][/color] Well, if you're so curious about how strong she is, why don't you reach out and grab her arm? You know? Get a feel for yourself? [color=#ffc0cb][i]Th- What?[/i][/color] What? [color=#ffc0cb][i]Look I know I'm a little woozy in the head right know but that would be non-consensual touch! That's a form of sexual assault! I shouldn't have to explain this to you.[/i][/color] Oh it's not [i]that[/i] bad. [color=#ffc0cb][i]Oh my god, I am [i]not[/i] being gaslit about sexual misconduct by my own mind right now![/i][/color] Oh come on! She's touching you all over and you're in no state to give consent! [color=#ffc0cb][i]That's different! She wasn't hunting me down just to catch me when I happened to faint because she has a thing for short fit brown girls! And even if she did... I [i]like[/i] being held by her. I can't know if she'd like me to touch her unless I get clear body language or I ASK.[/i][/color] Asking permission Jazzy? You've changed... [color=#ffc0cb][i]You [i]can't[/i] be my mind... I must be hallucinating this whole thing as a way to avoid talking to her![/i][/color]

And with that, a snap, and suddenly everything went silent for a moment. There was only the blackness of Jazz's eyes, still pinched closed. Then sound returned, Jazz's racing heart beat, the hurried steps of a few students hurrying about, and her savior's, the mystery student, still holding her. This both pleased and confused her-- she supposed the nurses office must be closed after hours-- but that wouldn't make any sense, what about club members and the athletics departments? A mystery for another time, she supposed, she was just still glad to be held. Now came the real trouble... once she opened her eyes, what would she say?

Slowly, Jazz opened her doe-like eyes and let them set on the mystery student's, as blue as the Mediterranean. It took the woman a moment to notice Jazz's stare, but when she did, Jazz didn't miss a beat. She put on her best 'winner's smile' a tactic she had seen her father pull on many a client when she was still young and he would occasionally bring her into work with him. Confidence is key, kids.

[color=#ffc0cb]"So hey, before that whole "fainting spell" business,[/color] She gave an embarrassed sidelong glance, she put fainting spell in air quotes for some reason, despite clearly having just woken up from having fainted from overexertion, sleep deprivation, school stress, and dat ass, [color=#ffc0cb]"I was actually going to ask you out for coffee! Would you want to get coffee sometime? [sub]if you want, you don't have to though.[/sub]"[/color] She heaved a heavy sigh of relief, as if a huge burden had been lifted off of her shoulders, the 'winner's' smile' faded into a friendlier, more natural one. [color=#ffc0cb]"I can't tell you why, but it was important for me to say all that before I properly thanked you. So thank you! I don't feel any pain so I'm pretty sure that means no concussion! That would have really been a bummer... but now I get to thank you extra hard... maybe with coffee sometime! Or, if your tastes are more expensive we can go somewhere else? I kind of have a bare bones understanding of most of this town outside of like..."[/color] She stopped herself, [color=#ffc0cb]Um. I feel like I'm saying a lot, am I saying a lot?"[/color][/color]