The Twelve Disastrous Days Of Christmas

December 17th

"Hahaha, do you think he'll last?" said Kaidou, sitting at his desk.

"I mean, he seems like he'd have great stamina. And he does, just in literally everything else," said Kuboyasu, sitting down at his and pulling out his books.

...

What?

"We always have to shake him out of it-- or, we try at least, but that never stops him from coming down."

"Yeah, won't it be hilarious if he falls asleep in the middle of nowhere? Just like, dropping to the ground, and what do we do then?"

Kaidou snickered.

"Ohh, that's right... We wouldn't leave him there, would we?"

"Hahaha! No! That'd be such an asshole move! It'd be funny, though."

"Aren, we're not leaving him on the ground."

Already expecting Hairo to fall asleep on the floor. Well, he is stubborn, and he won't want to sit down "just in case," so there's a big chance he will fall asleep on the floor.

"It's so weird how he falls asleep at exactly eight o' clock every time. I mean, is he ever with his family or something, and they have to send him to bed in the middle of a conversation so he won't fall asleep on the floor? Do they know about this? Does he just wake up on the floor of his room, crouched over and wondering how he got there?"

"Pffft- Maybe he knows about it and has to stretch his whole spine every morning!"

"Ahhh! Now you gave me a creepy mental image of Hairo looking like a spider!"

"What...? Did I...?" he said, making an obnoxious voice that both Saiki and Kaidou were used to.

"Aren, you know darn well what I'm thinking of!"

And so do I, so stop it. It's horrifying. I will never look at Hairo the same way again, what a pain.

"Darn well? How old are you? Just say damn."

"I am not saying that."

"Aww, why? You all Momma's boy who can't say 'damn'?"

"I can say it fine, I simply refuse to," he said, trying his best not to show the slight bruise to his ego. "A dark warrior such as myself has no need for petty human language such as cuss words. Besides, there's plenty of swear words in the dialect of my own language."

"Really? Alright Shun, you got me there."

Hahaha! I have bested him! I'm glad I didn't have to resort to violence. I wouldn't enjoy having to pulverize my greatest comrade.

Slow down. Wait for the other shoe to drop.

"Tell me one of them."

Kaidou laughed nervously.

"W-What...?"

Kuboyasu tried his best not to fall apart right then and there.

"One of the swear words. In your dialect."

Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap! What now? I don't know any swear words! I didn't have time to make some up! Come on, Shun, think! Think!

So you do use cuss words, but only in your head. Huh.

"Come on, Shun. Hit me!"

Kaidou wracked his brain as much as he could, thinking of syllables and sounds to use that hopefully, sounded like something offensive, or at the very least, foreign.