[CENTER][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220123/b3c5ef84c71ca67f2d25922c469c4763.png [/IMG][/center] [hr][right][color=gray]April 7th, Minutes to Midnight(tm)[/color][/right][hr][color=#55c7e4]"Whatcha got th—”[/color] It was through sheer force of will alone that Kanna did not reflexively fastball her notebook into the shadow realm. She had the heart of a rabbit, and its urge to suddenly sprint until that heart exploded, but that same willpower managed to keep her anchored to the grass. She almost shrieked, too, which was stopped less by will, and more by her attempt to clap her casted hand to her mouth. Fiberglass wasn’t as gentle as flesh, and rather than smother her shout it simply replaced it with a muffled: [color=92278f][i]“ow—fuck!”[/i][/color] but, hey, close enough. She almost bloodied her own lip but whatever. Not the real problem. The problem was [i]Yun.[/i] Trouble. Not like Shiori and Ogre-san, or some of the other more [i]enterprising[/i] students in their class, but trouble nonetheless, and especially [i]now.[/i] [color=92278f]“Nothing. Notes—[i]nothing[/i]. I’m eating my lunch,”[/color] she said. The remains of her sandwich had not been as lucky as her notebook, and were now scattered on the dirt. [color=92278f]“[i]Was[/i] eating my lunch. What are you even doing here, did you follow me?"[/color] She peeked back around the corner in time to see Shiori cave and fork over one of her cigarettes. That was…surprising. Almost surprising enough to write down, until she remembered she had company. [color=92278f]“God—look, just be quiet and don’t blow my cover...not that I’m doing anything that needs cover.”[/color]