AshenFeathers
hi all, dear followers especially (thank you for sticking around btw, I know my writings aren't top-notch)
I've been disappearing a lot, I apologize, all my writing projects are taking a loong time, and I'm working on a new writing style that'll make things a lot longer and detailed :))
so, three days before test week (it's tomorrow), a new oneshot idea refused to leave me alone, so I wrote down a scene, and it would be so nice if you guys could take a look at it and tell me whether I should keep with it or stick to finishing my older projects. :D thanksss
note: it has not been proofread yet, actually nothing i post is proofread, so please don't mind spelling errors or grammar mistakes
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A blonde tapped their fingers on the steering wheel, the grey faux leather peeling under their nails. Their teeth cracked down on the cola-flavoured Chupa Chup stuck in their mouth.
The others were late.
They cut their tongue on a stray candy shard and hissed in pain. Popping the now useless stick out, they crunched up the rest of the candy quickly and swallowed them along with the metallic blood.
A few of the early risers were already starting to appear. They urged them on silently, impatience speeding up the tapping, and shifting around the driver's seat. No using the comms unless absolutely necessary was a stupid rule, how were they supposed to know if the others were alright without communication? They lifted a hand towards the device.
The click of a door being opened, a soft jangling, and snickers alerted them to someone's presence.
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Koutarou picked up his revolver, locking the mechanism with a simple flick of the latch. He inspected the bullet now luckily lodged into the carpeted floor, and announced, 'No harm done!'
Kenma raised a sceptical eyebrow in the rear view mirror. 'You think the owner won't notice an entire bullet in his van?
'We can just leave some of the money we got from the nice clerk.' Koutarou pouted.
'No, Kou, we need that money for rent and food.'
'And my gaming systems. And the library. And Kuro's weird little dolls. And your stupid stuff shopping sprees.'
'Excuse you, Kenken, those are not dolls, they are action figures. We also need new wigs. I hate these wigs. They're ridiculous.'
'Kenma! Nessie's not stupid! She's the best inflatable elephant in the whole entire world. And I love these wigs, we're keeping them!'
Keiji interrupted the multiple arguments happening at once in his deadpan voice. 'Kenma-san, you just passed the car park.'
A few muttered curses accompanied the loud beeping sound as they shifted the vehicle into reverse. It was then directed into an empty space and got out of the driver's seat to peer up at the mass of wires revealed.
The others dashed out of the cramped backseat in glee, prancing between the other parked cars. Keiji let out an exasperated but fond sigh, flipping the bullet he had dug out from the carpet into the air absent-mindedly.
'Come on, let's go home.' Once he had reinstalled the panels, Kenma straightened up and shut the door, lock clicking shut behind them. All the owner would know of their borrowing his van was that singular hole now cleverly hidden with Blu-Tack.
The Sun had just about completely risen, lighting the sky a light blue. The four partners in crime made their way back towards their apartment tucked into each other's sides, inconspicuous hiking backpacks heavy with cash slung over their shoulders.
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'Keeiijiiii, not you too! Kenma, defend my honour!'
Kenma answered with a sudden violent swerve of the vehicle, switching lanes at the last possible moment.
Tetsurou and Koutarou screeched as they were thrown into Keiji's arms. A gunshot rang out, echoing throughout the car and deafening all four of them. The car lurched again in surprise.
'You forgot the safety again, Kou.'
'Oops.'
'We could've died.'
'Well, I said oops, didn't I?'
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They immediately tugged their face mask up and shook out their shoulder-length hair, the light strands hiding their face from view as they started up the engine.
The newcomers rapped on the side of the van in a rushed pattern, which was quickly unlocked. Three people piled into the backseat, pulling the door closed behind them.
'Kenken! We're back!' One cheered, cutting through the silence of the near deserted street.
The blonde, Kenken as they were called, hissed sharply, 'Wait till we're out of the vicinity to start celebrating.' They rolled up the tinted window and stepped down on the accelerator.
It was very crowded in the back, three six feet tall bodies squished into the narrow space. The one who had spoken tugged a brunette wig off his head, complaining as he tried smoothing the pitch black hair that flew upwards the moment he did. 'This thing itches like hell, plus it always makes my hair so much worse.'
'I don't think your hair can be worse than it already is, Tetsubro.' Another cackled, his own head of tight platinum curls removed to reveal grey-and-white-streaked hair falling into his eyes.
'Shut it, scrub! Don't you 'bro' me.'
'Koutarou-san isn't wrong, your bed head is already the worst it can be.'
