@Raineh Daze Yeah but like, personal ownershipwise they're not too fond of it? Just prefer to deal with them.
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Oi brat, what're ye using that noggin for?
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Essentially if you don't have a plausible reason to complete extremely regular testing to retain a gun and aren't yakuza and therefore doing your best to avoid conviction FOR owning a gun... it is not an option.
Even the Yakuza, iirc, don't really like having guns either, yeah?
Something about it being an extra risk?
@Ryonara well here you have a chance to respond
@Ryonara
Teàrlag Cirsium - "Student Counselor"
Fine? When you're hyperventilating and shoogling harder than a bunny that'd fallen into the coffee supply? Oi brat, I'm worried for you here, not because I want to be or anything, but an obvious lie isn't going to bloody help you out, you know? If you're that embarrassed about your uh, wrestling outfit, then change out of it. I don't think you should participate in that wrestling thing if this is going to be how it's making you feel.
Especially if you think it's dangerously fun. Think of how weird all the other buggers are going to find it. I'm not going to talk about what floats your boat right now, but you'd have all those blokes around when all you want is to fight. You already look like a seriously awkward bugger. And you can't fight if you're so panicky.
"Let's get you back inside," I say, handing over my hoodie. I don't think a teenager would want to wear it or anything thanks to these weird bunny-ear things, but it'll cover her up at least. "You can't fight if you're flailing about like a sliced sausage, okay?"
Main thing is to get her inside to calm down. Away from the judgement of everybody else.
Just gotta make sure she's all right.
Teàrlag Cirsium - "Student Counselor"
Fine? When you're hyperventilating and shoogling harder than a bunny that'd fallen into the coffee supply? Oi brat, I'm worried for you here, not because I want to be or anything, but an obvious lie isn't going to bloody help you out, you know? If you're that embarrassed about your uh, wrestling outfit, then change out of it. I don't think you should participate in that wrestling thing if this is going to be how it's making you feel.
Especially if you think it's dangerously fun. Think of how weird all the other buggers are going to find it. I'm not going to talk about what floats your boat right now, but you'd have all those blokes around when all you want is to fight. You already look like a seriously awkward bugger. And you can't fight if you're so panicky.
"Let's get you back inside," I say, handing over my hoodie. I don't think a teenager would want to wear it or anything thanks to these weird bunny-ear things, but it'll cover her up at least. "You can't fight if you're flailing about like a sliced sausage, okay?"
Main thing is to get her inside to calm down. Away from the judgement of everybody else.
Just gotta make sure she's all right.
@VitaVitaAR Even cops find it hard to grab firearms.
@Crimmy
Gratia's emotional support is like sandpaper with glass mixed in.
I don't think you've noticed, but she's pretty solid a person to Bianca and Luke.
I'm tempted to make another character that's just a massive rock of emotional stability.
Let everyone else hang off them, the school needs it.
Gratia Mindaro's a perfectly acceptable rock of emotional stability.
She has no issues. She talks like a rock.
Did you want Hans to go there or something @Crimmy? It isn't in his character to just follow the woman.
It's in the same direction as where he's going.
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葛 馮虚 (コペンハーゲン・スター)
The static-y sounds of the convenience store's joyous-seeming jingle wafted through the aisles from the speakers hanging from the pure white ceiling, the vocalist expressing their enthusiasm for the cheap and convenient deals on offer. As expected of somebody who had already decided on what they were buying long before they had stepped past the automatic doors and into the air-conditioned store, Katsura Hyoukyo, third-year at East Umitori High and class representative of Class 3-G, completely ignored the singing, focusing instead on the different varieties of karinto that were present. She was not purchasing the sausages that her fairy companion greedily desired first, nor was she only going to buy them (lest Kanaria take it as a sign that complaining was a useful method of obtaining what she wanted), but instead was buying some snacks for herself. Her venture out into the streets was a break from her studies, after all, and she had thought of grabbing some karinto on the way over. Unfortunately, she had misjudged the sheer number of brands and varieties that were being sold, especially when the traditional recipe was so dominant. It was akin to the great amount of endemic species in the Galápagos, if one were to consider the islands to be karinto and the different species living upon them to be representative of all the brands and flavours.
She had narrowed her choices down to a single brand, selling in both the classic brown sugar coating and the peanut variant, but whether or not to go for one over the other was still something that the teenaged girl was inwardly debating. The classic was always nice, but she had never tried peanut before. It had never exactly caught her attention.
How long you gotta take, boss? Pick one and just grab the sausages!
Not as long as it takes for you to run out of patience.
Hyoukyo reached for the peanut variant Snackoos' karinto, grabbing hold of it in a single, fluid motion before turning away and heading for the counter. The "little sausage-things" that her fairy compatriot desired could only be found there, which was another reason for why she had chosen to grab a snack of her own first. There was, however, a small line present; it appeared that others were of a similar mind to her. Kanaria would simply have to be patient and wait.
Just push in!
An impossibility, for sure, but she ignored the complaints and settled down into the line, waiting for it to move forth.
葛 馮虚 (コペンハーゲン・スター)
The static-y sounds of the convenience store's joyous-seeming jingle wafted through the aisles from the speakers hanging from the pure white ceiling, the vocalist expressing their enthusiasm for the cheap and convenient deals on offer. As expected of somebody who had already decided on what they were buying long before they had stepped past the automatic doors and into the air-conditioned store, Katsura Hyoukyo, third-year at East Umitori High and class representative of Class 3-G, completely ignored the singing, focusing instead on the different varieties of karinto that were present. She was not purchasing the sausages that her fairy companion greedily desired first, nor was she only going to buy them (lest Kanaria take it as a sign that complaining was a useful method of obtaining what she wanted), but instead was buying some snacks for herself. Her venture out into the streets was a break from her studies, after all, and she had thought of grabbing some karinto on the way over. Unfortunately, she had misjudged the sheer number of brands and varieties that were being sold, especially when the traditional recipe was so dominant. It was akin to the great amount of endemic species in the Galápagos, if one were to consider the islands to be karinto and the different species living upon them to be representative of all the brands and flavours.
She had narrowed her choices down to a single brand, selling in both the classic brown sugar coating and the peanut variant, but whether or not to go for one over the other was still something that the teenaged girl was inwardly debating. The classic was always nice, but she had never tried peanut before. It had never exactly caught her attention.
How long you gotta take, boss? Pick one and just grab the sausages!
Not as long as it takes for you to run out of patience.
Hyoukyo reached for the peanut variant Snackoos' karinto, grabbing hold of it in a single, fluid motion before turning away and heading for the counter. The "little sausage-things" that her fairy compatriot desired could only be found there, which was another reason for why she had chosen to grab a snack of her own first. There was, however, a small line present; it appeared that others were of a similar mind to her. Kanaria would simply have to be patient and wait.
Just push in!
An impossibility, for sure, but she ignored the complaints and settled down into the line, waiting for it to move forth.
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