[center][color=ff9815][b][h1]Nakano Nagi[/h1][/b][/color][/center]

So help her, Nagi was going to throw this bitch into oncoming traffic. At the very least, Gotoh was [i]listening[/i]. Being an unbelievable cunt about it, but still listening. Still, how the hell had the rumor mill not focused on the fact that the school genius was a walking stereotype insufferable know-it-all? That really should've been the first thing anyone even mentioned about Gotoh Yuzu. Fucking hell, she seriously wasn't paid enough to deal with this shit. For a moment, Nagi felt just a twinge of empathy towards her father and a good portion of the boys for their smoking habit. A cigarette didn't sound like the worst idea right now if it took the edge off dealing with this. Then the part of her that actually gave a shit about the health of everyone involved ruthlessly quashed that sentiment and gave her a dope slap on the back of the head for even considering it. 

[color=ff9815][b]"God, just...fuck it."[/b][/color] Nagi groaned in disgust as she pinched her brow. [color=ff9815][b]"If it means something's gonna come out of your mouth besides another insult, just ask your questions while we're walking. Can't promise I can answer everything, but I'll tell you what I know and/or what I'm allowed to say before you meet the boss."[/b][/color]

At the same time, Nagi fished her burner phone out, rapidly typing a text to her erstwhile classmate and co-worker. 

[color=ff9815][i]Shiratori, you got your guy yet? Mine's driving me batshit insane from how much of a huge bitch she is, might kill her before Strange Gospel gets the chance to at this rate[/i][/color]


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