Roleplay Starters • Fukase

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Fukase groaned. "Seriously? Three hours stuck in this stupid theater?!"

There wasn't a word to explain how much Fukase hated anything that had to do with drama. To him, there was so much more to the world than some stupid play. Why would he wanna act like someone else anyway?

"Maybe you shouldn't have been thrown into detention." (Y/C) muttered.

Fukase rolled his eyes. "It's not my fault that the teacher asked a dumb question."

He looked around the stage. The entire place had to be cleaned within three hours. And honestly, it was a mess. With a sigh, Fukase began to clean up all of the costumes. That was until someone walked by him.

"Be careful with those, idiot. Do you realize how expensive these are-? Oh wait, that's right. You don't realize what money even is. You're just a stupid orphan who takes what he can find, right?" The boy teased.

Fukase shot him a glare. "I'll give you one chance to change what you just said..."

The other male rolled his eyes. "You heard me."

Fukase threw the box of costumes at the purple haired boy. "Why don't you pick them up then, huh?! Not able to move I see. And aren't you one to talk about stealing! You're the one taking roles and faking your entire life on a stupid stage. So take your scripts and props and stick them up your-"

"Fukase, that's enough." (Y/C) stated. "Just calm down..."

The boy who previously teased Fukase took this opportunity to run. Fukase sighed and looked at (Y/C).

"Sorry, I just snapped..." He mumbled, lightly kicking a mask across the stage.

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