Karma couldn't help but return his gaze to the depressing sight before him. He smiled sadly at what he was holding. The long pole.
He sighed tiredly and walked over to the window and reflected on his life solely on his hell surroundings.
He always had a tendency to hate school, with its terrible teeny trees planted everywhere around the grounds. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel depressed.
As he focused his thoughts back to the window, he attached his sights at something in the distance, or rather someone. He realised that he was not alone.
As the figure steadily walked forward, he finally made out the person. With his bright blue hair, brown d1ck and greasy moles, it was no denying that this figure was the stupid banker, Nagisa.
Karma gulped at the window. Looking behind him, he glanced at his own reflection at the large mirror on the wall. He was a tall, smol, cheezy cola drinker with a charming d!ck and vast moles. His friends saw him as a soft, selfish saint. One day, Karma had even revived a dying, disabled person using a pentagram. It was quite touching.
But not even a tall person who had once revived a dying, disabled person using a pentagram, was prepared for what Nagisa had in store for him.
The squishy water rained like rampaging foxes, making karma's heart sink.
He turned away from the window and went outside. He shakily walked towards Nagisa, whom had a nasty scowl on his face.
"Look karma," growled Nagisa, glaring at Karma like an idiot. The solid haze reminded Karma of stupid toads. "It's not that I don't love you, I'm as straight as a fuck'n rainbow. I want you to kill a bird for me. You owe me 1762 dollars when I gave you the pole last night in my room."
Karma looked back, even more mad and still fingering the long pole that he held in his grasp. "Nagisa, you know the good old saying. I'll hit two birds with one stone. I'll have to kill you first!" he yelled. They looked at each other with large bulgy feelings, like two slippery, bored blue bottles sleeping at a history class about the Renaissance, which had kpop music playing in the background and Junkook and Jimin spazzing out to their new album. Karma carefully traced Nagisa's brown d!ck and greasy moles using his slim fingers. "I don't have the funds..." he lied.
Nagisa glared. "Do you want me to shove that long pole where the sun don't shine?" Karma panicked and promptly remembered his tall, long and smol values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted helplessly. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."
Nagisa looked anxious, his wallet blushing like a teeny, tired toe with Karma's hand inside. Karma dragged Nagisa into his house and had organisms with him. Afterwards, Nagisa stumbled into the living room half gay and came inside for a nice drink of cheezy cola.
THE END
