"sh1t, ok4y, m1ku. th3 only oth3r th1ng you gott4 know h3r3 1s th4t w3 do not, und3r 4ny c1rcumst4nc3s, mention th4t dr1nk 4round h1m or h3 go3s full jugg4lo. you r34lly don't w4nt to s33 fuk4s3 1n full jugg4lo mod3."
"Um.. got it. Well, uh, good talk.... uh... Terinzi! I'll see you later!" Watashi exclaim.
Class had already been dismissed; "Terinzi" and I were left to clean up the mess left behind from Fukase-kun's recent Juggalo-themed psychotic break.
Yikes.
Watashi fiddled with the straps of my backpack. It's lunchtime, but I don't know where to go. Not to mention I don't really have any friends here. Maybe Terinzi will let me hang out with her.
"...G33Z, M1KU, YOU GONN4 L34V3? OR 4R3 YOU JUST GONN4 ST4ND TH3R3 FOR TH3 3NT1R3TY OF LUNCH?"
Oh! There she be.
"Hey, soo, umm, Rin---"
"1TS T3R1NZ1."
"--Uh, yeah, sorry. Terinzi. So, anyways, um, I don't have anyone to hang out with---"
"SO YOU W4NT TO H4NG OUT W1TH M3 4ND MY FR13NDS."
"Yeah."
"COM3 ON, TH3N."
Terinzi trudges forward through the crowd of students that's slowly thinning.
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"H3Y GUYS, TH1S 1S M1KU." Terinzi introduces me.
Okay then.
"So--"
"TH4TS D3X, D41N4, OL1V3R, 4ND.... 1 DONT KNOW WH3R3 L3NJ4M1N 1S."
"...I'm sorry. Lenjamin?" Watashi ask.
The fuck kinda name is that???
"Y34H. L3NJ4M1N. H3 DO3SNT L1K3 1T WH3N 1 C4LL H1M TH4T. SO TH4TS WHY 1M C4LL1NG H1M TH4T. C4US3 H3S 4N 4SSHOL3."
"Oh. I get it." I sit down at the table. The blond book boy from earlier is sitting here, munching on a sandwich.
Haha. Amerikans. Watashi brought a bento.
"Sooo. Miku! How are you liking school so far?" A girl with ginger hair asks. I think Rin said her name was Diana or Deena or something.
"It's cool." Watashi answer, pulling out my bento. "Really different from Nihon, though."
"Wait, you're Japanese?!" Daiaiaiana exclaims. "Holy shit, wait right there!! You gotta meet my friend!!"
She scurries away. See ya, Dania.
"Anyways. Down to business," the grey haired kid, Dex, states. "You use FurAffinity?"
"What's that?" Watashi ask.
"H3S 4 FURRY." Terinzi states blankly.
Oliver nods and, without looking up from his book, adds, "He wants to know if you're one, too."
"No." Watashi state.
":(" Dex says. "Well, whatever." He shoves a pale-looking french fry into his mouth.
Did... did they not cook those? Like, at all?
Judging by Dex's reaction, no, they didn't.
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FanfictionThe year is 2009. Hatsune Miku, freshly tossed out of the frying pan of saving the world, is a high school student that's just looking to relax. However, her world gets turned upside down as she's forced to move by her parents! Find out what happens...
