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Whatever Nakano was selling, Shiori wasn't buying. Unfortunately for her, the redhead couldn't possibly give less of a crap about the club she was trapped in. It sucked to have to be the one wiping down sweaty mats and gloves and having to be the one to lug around the equipment for people she didn't even want to be around. And it definitely blew donkey dick that she had to be around fucking Kei voluntarily. If she was told the Boxing Club burned down tomorrow, her only regret would've been that she wasn't able to light her cigarette from the flames. She could probably come up with more expressions on how little she cared but that basically summed it all up.

Totsuka then blew the fuck up. Once again, it was surprising to see the burst of emotion, but that was all the clearance she needed to carry on. [color=pink]"I'm good with the easy way,"[/color] She uttered, lifting Nakano's collar up.

As she was about to swing, however, an outsider's voice his her ears. Great, an audience. If she remembered correctly, that dude was their classmate. Machida? Mishima? Whatever. As she was about to bark at them to fuck off, however, she noticed the phone he had in his hand. So [i]this[/i] was Nakano's plan? Lull her into a false sense of security so that she'd let her guard down? Unfortunately for the brunette, seeing their classmate only enraged her further.

Shiori yanked Nakano towards her and promptly drove her kneecap into Nakano's gut, tossing her aside and leaving her for the moment as she turned her attention to Machida. She had every intention of smashing that phone into a million pieces. Sprinting forward with an impressive speed, she lunged forward with her fist drawn back, throwing the first punch straight into his cheek. She grabbed his jacket sleeve and made an attempt to wrestle his phone out of his grip.

[color=pink]"Give me that if you know what's good for you!"[/color] She shouted at him, one hand gripping his arm and the other doing what it could to yank the phone away.

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