my eyebrows are not expendable

[shipwrecking]

[Murasa's not a troublemaker, per se, she just... tends to make trouble. sometimes. sort of. look, being an honor student is for chumps, alright? and Murasa's not about to waste her teenage years being a NERD.

she'd been booted from the water polo club weeks ago for her shitty academics. that's where the bulk of her schoolwide reputation comes from, sadly enough, so now most students know her as that former captain who needs after school tutoring. it's only funny because Murasa doesn't seem to care much, as long as she skates by on the minimum and eventually graduates.

life is an anime... or something!! something about hedonism, maybe? point being, Murasa gets her kicks out of being a shit when teachers look the other way.

for example, today she somehow managed to sneak a goat into the school and lead it into the student council room. it's eating all the paperwork jfc why is this happening—]

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[ballot]

[ loosens her hold.. but only a bit. she's going to keep a hand there, deal with it, as she's skeptical of tactics that involve a) hurling oneself out the window or b) making a break for that door. ]

Twenty bucks, and you clean up this mess you made!

[ distress has since been replaced with the typical smirk. ]

And you'll walk outta here, scot-free.

[shipwrecking]

[and then the goat decides to take a shit right there in the room.]

Aw— fuck, I change my mind! No deal!

[ballot]

[ GROSS???? ]

Oh? [ meaningful glance to shit and back to her. well, isn't this just extra incentive to sweeten the deal! ] What do you think you're gonna do otherwise, huh?

[shipwrecking]

Jump out the window.

[she's kidding...]

[ballot]

[ ... TIGHTENS HOLD AGAIN, OI ]

That was never one of your options!

[shipwrecking]

Ahhh, lemme go! The room's starting to stink!

[the goat walks out... goodbye.]

[ballot]

Ahh, what are you, not heroic enough to take it?

[ what's that got to do with dealing with poop... she ignores murasa's request.

also, the goat.. fanatastic. one less trouble thing to deal with here. ]

[shipwrecking]

It really smells! I'm gonna barf on you!

[lol no she won't. can't. basically.]

[ballot]

And make it smell worse? I mean, I knew you were bad at problem-solving, but...!♫

[ she's putting the well-being of the room ahead of murasa's... it's a necessary sacrifice! ]

[shipwrecking]

Fuck you...!

[her spirit's been broken too quickly—!]

Okay, I'll clean it up.

[ballot]

[ SNERKS.. WIMP...!! not that she trusts her word, but the president does relinquish her hold. she stands, smoothing her skirt.

by also standing strategically between the door and her unwilling companion, that is. ]

And I'll be waiting! If you need a broom or anything, lemme know.

[shipwrecking]

I'm gonna use one of your folders to pick up the shit.

[don't try to stop her, she's already grabbing a random one off a shelf!!]

[ballot]

Okaaay...

[ sh..rugs?? she guesses that's fine for now. she has no idea what most of these folders contain, sadly... ]

But if one of my councilwomen ask what happened to it, I'm gonna have to tell the truth!

[shipwrecking]

So I'll let you keep the folder. [nbd. she scoops up the pile of goat shit with it and holds it out at arm's length.]

Here, take it.

[ballot]

[ leans away, nose wrinking. ]

[ but takes it by its clean edge anyway... and immediately sets it down on the floor next to her. ]

Well! I hope they won't ask about the shit on it, then.

[shipwrecking]

That wasn't my fault! How was I supposed to know the goat would do that?! It's not like he's housebroken.

[wait a second.......... she glances around.]

... Where'd he go?

[ballot]

Who caaaaaaaares!

[ she taps her foot in what she knows to be a cliched manner, arms folding across her chest. ]

So long as he's out of our hair, let him free! I mean, that is to say, you are probably the worst thing that happened to him...

[shipwrecking]

Shut up! I take good care of that goat!

[nah she just lets it eat whatever the fuck it wants. is that not excellent caretaking??]

I'm gonna go find him first before I clean the room!

[or she's just trying to find any way to weasel out of it...]

[ballot]

Hmm...

[ seriously, she thinks mu-chan is way overcomplicating things!! she's determined to get what she wants from this (AKA, the shit out of the room), but is beginning to think that might have to come later, in other ways.

this is too much.

continues to strategically block the door. ]

No, no... We're gonna do somethin' else.

[shipwrecking]

[no....... step aside... she crosses her arms, trying to look tough (it isn't really working).]

You wanna fight? I'll fight you. Fight me.

[fight!!!!]

[ballot]

Nope...!

[ even if those are fighting words.. it's more "maybe later" promise than a complete refusal. it's hard to resist a challenge! but instead, she dodges forward to link her arm with Murasa's. ]

You can buy me lunch instead!

[ PUNISHMENT TIME. ]

[shipwrecking]

[stares down at their arms

stares at Prez

stares at some unseen camera off-screen]

... I think I'd rather fight you, honestly.

[cough. cough.]

[ballot]

I won't indulge you, not right now...

[ smiles wider, latches on tighter. ]

It wouldn't be punishment if you wanted it, now would it!

[shipwrecking]

Yes?! Yes it would?! [THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE Murasa stop trying so hard.]

What're you trying to do, rip my arm off?! Let go!

[ballot]

It's so you don't run away! [ the "duh!" is thoroughly implied.

she tugs them both toward the door. ]

Having to chase after you would be a pain...