"My pottery bowl exploded in the kiln and I feel like a failure. You found me crying about it in the hallway."
[ Ishimaru written by me, Mondo written by Leonaegis. ]
{Cover art by slovenwobblegirgletoppenhower !! }
He pushed open the door, and many surprised faces awaited them. People were whispering, pointing, harassing, laughing at him. Although it did bring his mood down and have the smile drop off of his face, he tried his best to ignore it. He went over to the area where the whole incident occurred and he realized just how bad it was. "Uh, the cleaning supplies are over there, I think... " He motioned towards the open closet. "Care to go get some for us? "
As he was led across the classroom, Mondo narrowed his eyes and let out a low growl of disgust at most of the other people in that room. All they were doing was kicking a guy who was already down, metaphorically speaking of course. Eventually though, he tore his gaze away from the class. "Uh, sure." Glancing a final time over his shoulder to make sure no one else was pulling any funny business, the biker made his way over to the closet and began to look through to grab everything he thought would be useful.
Ishimaru felt a paper wad hit his head and he looked down to see what it was. Giving an odd look towards it, he opened it and on it was written something like "total failure" with a doodle of his own face staring right back at him, horribly drawn with oversized tears and explosive pottery.
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He glared hard at the paper for a second, before subconsciously crushing it in his hands. He tore his gaze away from it, though. "You find them, Mondo? "
"Uh..." Turning back around, you could see he pretty much had everything in the closet in his arms. He had no idea how to clean. He didn't really see the need to most of the time, and his house was in 'organised chaos' because of this.
"Haha, it's quite alright! Just bring them over here. " He grinned, eyeing the laughing kid with a shit-eating grin angrily. He assumed that was the notes sender. Oh well, he sighed and turned away from him and didn't realize he let the note hit the floor.
Struggling a little bit, the biker managed to hand over the cleaning equipment. But, in doing so, he stood on the crumpled up piece of paper. Lifting his foot with an eyebrow raised, he stared for a few seconds before he bent down and picked up the small and wrinkled ball. "...What's this? Don't people know to put things in the damn bin anymore? Geez, even I know that shit..."
"Oh, uh, thank you Mondo!!" He exclaimed, jerking back a little. He offered an apologetic smile and giggled a little. "Terribly sorry, I didn't mean to litter like that...... Anyways!! Hand me that cleaner you have first! " He held out his hand expectantly.
With a small frown, Mondo unrolled the ball with one hand as he used the other to hand over the requested item, violet eyes glazing over the words written on the paper. How subtle. His gaze shifted up to the most likely suspect in the room, who was still laughing and grinning like an idiot. Well, Mondo knew his plans for the evening now, at least.
"Thank you! " He happily chirped, and got to work. A few minutes later, he asked, "Hey, think you could hand me some mop or something? "
After screwing up the paper and shoving it in his pocket with whatever other crap he had, he took the mop from under his arm and handed it over, taking a moment to rub the back of his neck. "Eh... sorry. I ain't bein' much 'elp, am I?"
