Angrily you shun the defensive cover of your blanket, and THROW IT ON THE GROUND. It has FAILED YOU FOR THE LAST TIME this morning.

“Fuck…” you sigh as you roll your ass out of bed and pick up the discarded blanket, and at least put it back onto your bed. Perhaps it will better serve your tomorrow morning.

With a stretch in the brisk air, and a loud yawn as you scratch your ass the first day of your dreams of becoming a reformed citizen begin!

Of course, it might be just like any other morning, but at least you’ve a new goal in your mind to get you going at… “What time is it? Five?!” Your clock indicates it’s still ass early in the morning; much earlier than you tend to get up, and at least two hours before your alarm goes off. Speaking of which, you shut that shit down quick so it doesn’t start going off at its normal time and you or your sisters would have to come home to that noise.

Fuck that shit. Big Sis would probably kick your ass, and you know it would annoy your cute little sis. You are good, big bro, even if you’re a loud, rude, and violent bastard of a man.

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With that out of the way, you make your way to your closet and get ready for the day. You readily don your usual REDSHIRT, black pants, red Converse, and your school-jacket. You actually go through the steps to put your arms into the sleeves this morning due to the temperature, rather than wearing it like a cloak/cape like you usually do. Plus this is how normal students are ‘sposed to wear their uniform… well, other than also wearing whiteshirts as well. But fuck it. Red is cool. Red makes you go faster… well, maybe not… but change is something that takes time. Yeah.

With an assuring nod to yourself you’re ready for the FOODENING. You make your way down the stairs and into the kitchen of your dwelling, finding a plate covered with a paper-towel covering it.

It is unusual, as you’re the one who cooks in this house.... for good reason.

The plate, it scares you and your tummy. You remember quite vividly how much the pancakes your sister made lastime tasted like the color green… it was not good.

>[3/5]

You cautiously approach the potential deathtrap laden with tiny food bombs, and quickly reveal it from under its hiding place. If you’re gonna stare down death, YOU WILL DO IT LIKE A MAN!!

“A note…Who puts a note on a plate?” No landmines for you today. Only paper… which reads”

>”Oy! Lil’ bro, I took our lil’ sissy this mornin’, so ya dun has to worry ‘bout her.
>Daisuki came by and made us food! SCORE!!
>Shit was good, yo!!
>We left some in the fridge for ya, so getcher chow on!!
>We’ll see ya tonight at Daisuki’s place!
>~Love
>Yuriko"

>[4/5]

At least your sister had the sense to tell ya not to worry about the other potential people in the house, AND leave you something to eat. This morning just got a bit better.

After retrieving your share of the delicious food from the fridge, and DEVOURING it with gusto your day is ready to begin… but… what to do so early in the morning?

You still have at least a couple hours until school begins, and you usually leave with only enough time to get there just before or after the first bell. As a 17 year old delinquent it's not like there aren’t many things ya wouldn't do, and not like you need to make lunch today (as you prepared something the night before). Perhaps you’ll...

>Head to School early
>Fuck around the house a bit
>Take the scenic route the school
>Chill somewhere along the way
>Other

>[5/5]

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>>42703222
>without any sort of goal or aim in life other than FUCKING SHIT UP might not be the most prosperous of futures.
Okay, goal acquired.
Become bancho of the school, and use our badassery to fucking protect the students instead of making a mockery of the title's meaning. Time to get a new coat.
>>42703402
>Red makes you go faster… well, maybe not
You DARE question the Red Comet?! Of course red makes us faster! THREE TIMES FASTER!
>>42703495
>Take the scenic route the school

>>42703495
>>Take the scenic route the school
Let's get a good look at our town

>>42703508
>Become bancho of the school
Big Bang Age?
>>42703495
>Head to School early

>>42703495
>>Take the scenic route the school
Hey OP you might wanna early archive, there's a mis-archivist around.

>>42703495
>Take the scenic route the school

>>42703508
Is it too much to ask to prepare ourselves for the college entrance exams, aiming for Waseda because we know we won't make ToDai, and going into criminal law?
That gives us the options of becoming a lawyer or taking the Civil Service Exam to become a police officer.

>Writing

>>42703508
>>42703576
>not planning to become a great teacher
Do you niggas even crash into the rolling morning?

>>42703576
>becoming a lawyer
I thought we were trying to become a BETTER person, anon.

>>42703825
This, prevent kids from making the same mistakes we did. Become the Great Teacher

Something I need to know before joining up...

Do we have a loud-ass motorcycle, a sarashi, and a surgical mask, and if not, can we get one?

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After rinsing off the plate you used you do one final stretch, popping your back in the process. It feels nice. It almost feels like you just shrugged off the rust from the evening’s sleep. With a couple swift slaps to your cheeks to rev up your engines you make for the door.

Like hell are ya gonna stay indoors on a warm morning like this! There’s bright, and brand new world out there waiting for you to make a splash! You ain’t some sort of NEET or Hikkikomori! You make for the door and exit into the world, donning your last piece of equipment: Fingerless, Leather Gloves with studs on the knuckles!

Going outside without them is like asking for some scrub to come up on you, and acting like he’s top dog!

You lock the door behind you as you go. You give it one last check by trying to jiggle the knob, and are successful if the stiffness of it is any indication.

You leave your sister’s house behind, a dwelling that has continued to serve you well these last few years. With a nod of your bleached-blonde head, and a lung full of fresh air you begin your trek into your neighborhood.

>[1/4]

The streets are very quiet this early in the morning, though you guess they’re normally quiet. Unlike some thugs, you live in a nicer, suburban area due to the luck your sister had when she was handed the keys to this place. You’re still unsure to the exact nature of the shady business your ex-delinquent sis went through to procure such a sanctuary, but if it hasn’t come to bite your little family in the ass yet, it most likely never will.

You look westward towards your school and see it from your nice little hillside street, and ponder for a moment going early… but you shrug it off. You’ve got a lotta time this morning, and thus decide to dick around on the way there instead. Just beyond the school, you can see the skyscrapers of the business district, as well as the sea. It sparkles in the light of the morning sun.

You kinda wish you lived further that way, but alas you will have to live with living at the lower base of the eastward mountain instead.

>[2/4]

You head off northwards, veering away from your school almost completely, but you know these streets well. You’ve been fucking shit up on them for the last half-decade or so. This is your turf. Straight northward is a nice, big park. It has a nicely curving pathway that will get you on a winding, road that eventually ends up at school. It’s about the right length to get you to school on time.

As you walk along you see some small scattering of your fellow peers, most of which you’ve never had the time or energy to remember their names or faces. Of course, given the reputation your built up these last few years most of them veer away from your path. Not that you mind -too- much, after all this is what you’ve kinda had to go through for a while now.

“Nyahahaha!!!” A familiar,overly cheerful, and high pitched laughter breaks the silence of the once peaceful morning. It’s more than enough to cause some of the kids in the area to duck for cover; mostly those already on edge from your presence. You turn to see a familiar streak of violet and two white brocade-covered buns as it quickly runs up to greet you.

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“G’mornin’, g’mornin’ Chichi~!!” a tiny girl stands on her tippy-toes to pat you on the head. Her mouth is fixated in a wide grin as her little hands make contact with your hair. She continues to laugh her almost obnoxious laugh as she does so.

She’s Kamiko Yamamoto, the daughter of the old headmaster, your senior, and a friend.

“Whuz gotcha out ‘n about so early, eh?! Didja miss me -that- much over this weekend?! Nyahahaha!” She teases you as the surrounding students stare at this odd show of affection as your tiny upperclassman treats -you,- one of the most hot-blooded guys of your school.

>[4/4]

>Stahp. I’m a delinquent. I am fear!
>Make nothing of it
>Return the headpats
>Other

>>42704448
>>Return the headpats
2 cute 5 me

>>42704448
> Other
Light a cigarette, grab her, tuck her under an arm, and continue on our way as if nothing had happened.

>>42704448
>Stahp. I’m a delinquent. I am fear!

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>>42703529
Thanks~!
>>42704150
No, but they are not outside your reach. Anything is possible~!

>>42704498
I'll change my vote from >>42704484
to >>42704498
Mostly because it's hilarious

>>42704448
>Return the headpats

>>42704448
>Return the headpats
Then pick her up and put her on our shoulders to form Super Kamichi-chan!

Hope she's wearing spats today...

>>42704448
>>42704498
this

>>42704448
>Return the headpats
While making a crack about her height.

>>42704498
Gonna go with this, after the headpats.

Damn it, bagels are not doughnuts, captcha...

>>42704498
thirding

>Writing

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Her gentle assault to your scalp continues as she continues to giggle. This continuing action seems to worry many of the bystanders as you just stare down at the violet-haired girl with a stoic expression. The air almost seems to get pretty heavy, but you’re not one to let her win at this game. No! You are a winner! Winners don’t let their tiny-itty-bitty, little senpai embarrass them!

You know how to play this game.

You allow her to continue as you reach for a cigarette and your lighter. You make special care to not look away from her. Of course, this show in itself almost lends itself freely to your peers as they prepare to potentially protect the wee-girl… but they remain steady and locked on. No matter to you and your dastardly plans, however.

You insert the white stick into your mouth as Kamiko’s patting seems to heighten in pace, like she’s taunting you. You are not deterred. You light your smoke, and inhale to start that good burn. Tastes like cancer, and amazing.

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You then proceed to walk forward into Kamiko, but dipping down slightly to grab at her waist. It is an easy task to complete your task, as your hoist her up under your arm and continue the way you were going.

“Unyah?!” She cries out in surprise, seemingly caught completely off guard. She does not flail or wriggle at all as she settles eventually, dropping her arms down and accepts her fate.

“Good kids don’t just go up to people and ruffle their hair.” You state as you release a puff of white smoke; leaving the scene of the crime. You can hear whispers of people saying you’re kidnapping her… of course.

You sigh in bewilderment at their reaction.

“Hey! I’m your upperclassman!, y’know!” She pouts, though she still gives to sign of struggle.
“You were ‘sposed to be all like, ‘Oh~! Miss Kamiko! I missed you so~! I counted every hour of every day since we last parted~!” She says in her best imitation of a masculine voice she can manage.

>[2/3]

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever makes ya happy.” You wave her comment off as the park finally comes into view. It is a welcome sight, as the greenery soothes a bit of your already tired nerve from seeing her vibrant coloredness.

“It -does- make me happy, thank ya very much! Nyahahaha!” She’s beginning to enjoy this ride. She even begins to rock back and forth in your arm, swaying her legs as you go. It makes it a bit harder to keep going due to the sidewards motion, but it’s not like you’ve never walked while swaying before.

Once you reach the park, her rocking has reached an odd level of enthusiasm… perhaps it’s time to let her down.

You swing her forward and grasp her with both arms, lifting her in the air slightly before gently setting her back onto the ground.

“Aww…I wanted to ride ya all the way to school~” She comments as her feet find the sidewalk. She turns towards you with large, watery eyes. “Up!” She demands while raising her arms towards you like a child…. she’s…. just too damn cute…

You take another drag of your cigarette as you turn your face away you notice that your hand is extremely warm. Warmer than it should be from carrying her, almost like-

There’s an undone button on her shirt, and inside you can see the still-pink outline of where your hand was resting on her bare tummy. You exhale to keep yourself from delving deeper into this train of thought… but should ya actually tell her about her shirt? It might make ya seem a little pervy that you held her like that for so long… and she’d probably think ya did it on purpose!

>Tell her
>Ignore it
>Other

I forgot headpats. I feel ashamed.

I must go commit sudoku now...

>>42705466
>Tell her

>>42705466
>Tell her

>>42705466
>>Tell her

>>42705466
>>Tell her
As we headpat her.

You can start to redeem yourself with that.

>>42705466
>Tell her

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>>42705495

>>42705512
Backing.

>>42705495
Include headpats as we tell her.

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>>42705466

Should we continue carrying her to school after we tell her, guys?

>>42705704
Sure. Let's take our sempai and go to school.

>Writing

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Well… You can’t just let her go on her day with her (admittedly soft) belly exposed… especially when it looks like the surrounding buttons are now straining to keep her shirt together. She might have a pretty high tolerance for shameful acts, but there’s no reason to force her to potentially expose herself like that… after all… now that you’re looking you can kinda see-NO! It matters not what you can kinda or kinda-maybe-sorta-a-little bit, or can’t see!

“Oye, bun head.” You divert her attention enough that she stops pouting about being put back on the ground. With another smokey exhale you reach your hand forward, and rest it atop her little purple head. This seemingly random and sudden act seems to surprise her. Her eyes widen only momentarily with the motion, but soon warm over as a large, goofy smile stretch across her lips.

Great! Step one in easing her into the news seems to be working well, if not fantastically.

Looking down at her generously curved features, down to the problem area to reassess the situation you’re suddenly met with a changed expression.

>[1/5]

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“Whachu think yer lookin’ at? Eh?” She tries her best to change her expression from one of bliss from the head pats, into one of suspicion. To be fair, with your height it totally looks like you’re trying to look down her shirt. At least she’s not taking it -to- badly, after all she’s still letting you pat her head; which you increase the tempo of to try and win her favor once more.

“Piss off. You know that’s not what I’m tryin’a do” The increased tempo succeeds as her eyes snap shut and she goes onto her toes to nudge herself into it… she might be older than you, and have more curves than Mt. Fuji despite her diminutive stature, but you’ll be damned if she didn’t remind you of how cute kids can be… and be damned that she isn’t -actually- a kid. Something you have to remind yourself of every now and again.

“Yer fuckin’ shirt’s commin’ undone. Didja even check to see if ya did it right, or what this mornin’.” You sigh exasperatedly as you empty another lungful of smoke. You bring the still burning cigarette to your lips with your other hand, taking yet another drag from it. “Ya keep sayin’ yer older than me, but’cher still -mentally- a kid, y’know?”

>[2/5]

“If bein’ a kid gets me more’a this, I can be happy bein’ a kid~! Nyahahaha~!” She responds to your continued patting, seemingly ignoring her wardrobe malfunction for the sake of getting in all dem head pats. While you’d like to continue this train of action, she’s not gonna let up until you stop… so you do.

“Ah! Why’d ja stop?!” She practically shouts as your fingers leave the soft and silky sensation that is her hair. Her brows furrow as she tries to pout at you as HARD AS SHE CAN. Her cheeks puff up, her eyes widen, and she stands even more on her toes to lessen the gap between you and her pout. This isn’t gettin’ you anywhere either.

You instead drop you hand down and take aim… and thrust your finger through the gap that the undone button left, and poke her soft, little tummy.

“NYAHAHAHAHA!!” She almost loses balance as she instantly drops to squat down, defensively curling her body up into a little pink and purple ball, like a little almadirro. You take another drag of your cigarette, as it is all you can do to choke back a laugh.

“Why’d’ja go an’ do that?!” She shouts up at you from her little defensive crouch, seemingly untrusting to your ability to not do that again. You notice a tiny tear forming at the corner of one of her eyes. You can’t hold it back, you can’t hold it in.

You laugh at this adorably cute sight, unable to contain it any longer. This only seems to garner a violent response for the wee lass as she slides a foot out from her little ball, and kicks your right in the shin. It hurts! You begin to fall. This is the end you deserved for making the martial-arts champion for four years straight angry… she just don’t know when to hold back.

You find yourself unfallen, however.

>[3/5]

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“Kehehehe!” Another familiar laugh sounds out, though this time both masculine and in your ear as a pair of arms shoot out under yours to keep you up. It doesn’t keep your shin from throbbing, though. “Geeze Chitose-sama, what’re ya doin’ so early in the mornin’ to make little girls cry?!”

Your hefted upwards and back onto your feet, and then steadied by a guy you’ve come to know as your best friend and kohai: Souichi Akamatsu. He’s wearing his modified school jacket with all the patches down one side… with what look like spiked bracelets and a collar… those’re new… and sunglasses? He must really be tryin’a up his image as a delinquent/henchman.

“Stahppit! It’s not that funny!” Kamiko pouts as she slowly stands back up again, and promptly buttons her shirt. While you’d be inclined to disagree, you’re not in the mood to receive another one of those right just yet.

“Just doin’ my part of community service, fangy.” You reply as you stretch your leg to get the pain to stop. Walk it off. Walk it off. At least you didn’t cry out in pain or something like a whimp. You’re not so sure either of your two traveling companions would let you live it down. “Th’hell you doin’ out here this early?”

“Oh, y’know. Just patrollin’ yer turf Chitose-sama! Gotta keep my underling status as PRO! Kehehehe!” He really -loves- to keep and mainain that image… you’ve never asked him to in the first place, it was just what he started to do one day… anyways.

>[4/5]

“Whatever. I ‘spose yer headin’ to school too? Y’wanna come wit us?” You extend an offer to him as you nonchalantly go back over to Kamiko and scoop her under your arm again. She tries to struggle this time, but you’re ready with a swift head pat to calm that shit right on down. With the direction her legs are facing, more struggling might have given Souichi an eyeful of some peaches.

“Yeah! Why not? I could walk wicha two, so long as I’m not interrupting some -secret interlude- between the both of ya. Kehehehe!” He says as he walks up to the side opposite of Kamiko, and pats ya on the back a couple times. You could swear he’s joking, but at the same time the emphasis he put in almost sounded like he was expecting you to just off and carry your guys’ senpai into the more bustled thickets and-nevermind.

You shake your head free of the extra baggage and continue forward onto the winding, park path. You soon pass the park’s welcome sign, “Property of Eternal Diamond City: Twilight Park”. This is one of the nicer parks in the city, more for relaxation and couples rather than kids. There are a lot of flowery arrangements, and seating areas, along with even a maze. You’ve come here to chill before. It’s become somewhat of a haven when you want to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and need some peace and quiet. You come to a branch in the path…

>Head straight; it’s the fastest way to school
>Veer to the right; that’s where the cherry-blossom trees are
>Maneuver to the left; there’s a pond there

>>42707447
>Maneuver to the left; there’s a pond there

>>42707447
>Maneuver to the left; there’s a pond there
operation carry the short-stack to school is go

>>42707447
>Veer to the right; that’s where the cherry-blossom trees are

>>42707550
Is it not glorious?

>>42707668
Truly life is beautiful

>>42707701
Indeed, although I do hope she never takes offense, she's not pushover.

>Writing

You don’t even pause to think when you come to the fork, and immediately list, lazily to the left; maneuvering towards the pond. While you’ve rarely gotten to see its waters in the light of morn, you’re sure it will be quite the welcome sight. Perhaps you’ll even catch sight in the water’s reflection of what it looks like to carry Kamiko, who you’re keeping quite occupied with the occasional head pat; opting to keep your nearly finished cigarette between your lips to free up your hand. As you walk, Souichi does you the favor of updating you on how things are looking in “your hood” thus far this week. Apparently streets are clear of any other thugs who might want to encroach on your turf, but he found some strange graffiti by what he thinks is a gang who call themselves “Chosen Ones”.

Hopefully they keep their noses out of you and your friends’ business. You ain’t about to let some pissants roll up into your neighborhood and fuck with those you care for. While some shits wanna fuck with people just because they can, you’re a badass with a code! Fucking with your friends and family is the surest way to get on your shitlist! The mere thought makes you simmer a bit with anger, but it soon comes to fade as you reach the pristine, blue waters of the pond.

You see for a moment as you first enter into the clearing, from under an archway of flowers what seems to be a strange visage in the water… the reflection of a girl, but there’s nobody standing by the shore. You blink your eyes for a moment out of disbelief, but it does not dissipate. It in fact seems to be shocked, perhaps by your noticing it before turning and running away… onto the shore, but again… there is nothing there.

“The Fuck?” You question with a furrowed brow, but your confusion does not receive any answers; only more question.

>[1/3]

“Fuck tha what?” Souichi asks with concern, seemingly right into a defensive stance as he tries to discern where you’re looking at. “Trouble?!” He makes a couple of chopping motions with his arms, as though trying to frighten off any potential assailants with all the might and ferocity of a kitten. While Souichi might be a nice guy, loyal dude, and is always willing to stick around… he’s usually more silly than anything. You appreciate it in this moment, as it seems to shake the mirage from your head.

“Nah, it’s nothin’.” You assure your friend with a pat to his back.

“Hmmm~?” Kamiko stares up at you from your hold on her, suspicious to what you may or may not have seen. She doesn’t seem to believe your statement of not having seen anything, but it doesn’t seem like she’s gonna push it. “Whatevah~” She finally dismisses it as she begins to sway her legs once more.

“I just thought I saw a reflection in the water, but I guess I’m still waking up.” You respond. No reason to be dishonest about it. Though it might make you look weird, there’s nothing wrong with the truth between friends.

“Oh! Heh! Okay. Must be! Kehehehe!” Souichi laughs as he straightens his posture once more, deciding to walk forward. He nears the shore of the pond with a light skip to his step, seemingly fully dropping your past concern.

“Yeah. Nothin’ big.” You shrug as you make your way to the water’s surface as well, though with a slight bit of caution. You don’t want some weird ghost thing popping up like that girl from the well in that one movie. Nope. But alas, your concern is wiped away for there is nothing in the reflection of the surface but you, and your cute little senpai. It is amazing. You almost pull out your phone for a picture of such a sight, but you fear the consequences of doing so from the one you hold. She could break one of your ribs easily from this position.

>[2/3]

“Oye~” She calls up, staring at you through the reflection. Your red eyes meet her violet ones in the slight rippling of the water. “While I appreciate you oglin’ muh cuteness in the water fer so long, ya might wanna get a move on~” She nonchalantly mentions, as though you staying here and you guys heading out shared the same importance.

You’re pretty sure that you haven’t been here too lon-SHIT! You only have about a half-hour or so to get to school now! Why didn’t Kamiko say anything earlier!!! Why didn’t Souich-HE’S SLEEPING!!! Dammit! It looks like while you lost some valuable time staring into the water’s surface, -he- decided to take a nap along the shore! -Some henchman!-

You stomp over to him and -gently- kick him in his side to great effect as the impact was light enough to leave him uninjured, but strong enough to get his ass up.

“WAH?!” He cries out in surprise as his body shoots up with great speed. More than enough to make his sunglasses fly off his face and into the water. Wow… those only lasted a morning… But no matter, you need to get going with still so much distance between your little group and the school! “Whaz ahbenning?!” He questions with a line of drool dripping down his lip.

“We only got a half-hour till school starts! Why the hell’d you suddenly decide to take a nap?!” You answer him, and ask him a question of your own as you reach down and pull him up onto his feet. After ensuring he’s not gonna just drop again or something you take off in a run down the path.

“Nyahahahaha~!” Kamiko laughs giddily, like she was on some thrill ride… although, you suppose she -is- technically a passenger on the Chitose Express. You take extra care that your senpai won’t just fly out of your arms as you run! Hopefully you can make it to school on time!

>[3/3]

>Roll 1d20
>Best of 3

>>42707393
>Almadirro
Holy shit, my sides.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>42708697

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>42708697

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>42708697

>writing

It’s go time as you and your associate(s) book it on out of the park. Heh, it’s actually a little refreshing to run like this again. It’s been a couple years since you last ran from or towards something. You’ve gotten to be too tough to turn your back on a fight, no matter how difficult it has been. Can’t call yourself a badass if you keep tucking tail and running. But right now, with the brisk morning air it feels fantastic!

The chill wind scrapes past your body, and catches your jacket and long, golden hair as you make a mad dash for your school. Kamiko is loving this as she raises her arms upwards like she’s flying… it must be nice to not have a care in the world. She’s probably not even worrying that her angle and this speed is picking up the hem of her short skirt, revealing the forbidden lands they hide to all who would be behind her, but thankfully you’re TOO FAST and leave any potential voyeurs in the dust!

When you come to another fork in the path you decide to instead barrel over some of the brush and the thickets of trees, knowing this is in all actuality a shortcut. It’s rough going, but your years of physical fitness prove to be still up to par for getting through such an obstacle course. Over bushes, under trees, and even over a brook. Man, it’s awesome to be running like this again!

>[1/3]

>>42709292
Damn it, we should have lifted her over our head so she could be like Supergirl...

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Souichi seems to be keeping up pretty well with you. He’s always been a quick one. Always quick and nimble, not strong. He too smiles as you three make your way through the “expedited” version of the scenic route. Though you weren’t expecting a particular patch to be quite as slippery as it was…

You take a turn into the final stretch of the park into a large and open field where there is a red-haired girl, seemingly shocked by your sudden appearance… but you are -more- shocked as you hit a patch of what feels like ICE in the grass! You slip and slide, trying to keep balance and persevere! You keep a tight hold of your precious cargo as you spin and slip your way across what feels to be the entire field before finally getting traction again. You pass the girl up as your dash continues. Kamiko laughs, and claps, and cheers the rest of the way to the school gates. This seems to have lifted the tiny bundle of cheer even higher. If only that cheer could be converted into height… then again, that might make her taller than you. On second thought, a tiny senpai is best.

>[2/3]

“Phew!!” You exhale loudly as you slow down into a trot as you pass through Onimaru Highschool’s main gates. Some of the students getting in seem absolutely bewildered with your appearance with the Old Headmaster’s daughter cheerfully, tucked under your arm… perhaps this would be the best time to let go of her.

“We made it.” You calmly state as you set Kamiko onto her feet. She stretches with the freedom of movement and keeps on laughing. You’re not even sure where she keeps so much air for such laughter… until you’re once more reminded of the size of her bust as you look down at her. She’s not a true loli… no matter how much you want to believe she is. Oh well.

“That was a BLAST!!! NYAAAhahaha!” Kamiko laughs as she gets out the last bit of stretching with a slight bit of twitching from how extended she reaches her arms into the air. Her cheeks are dusted with pink, probably both from the laughing and the cool wind. “Let’s do it again!”

“No.” You shut her down. You’ve made a (loose) plan to start coming to school more regularly and do something with your life… skipping school to run around with your senpai might -sound- fun, but you’ll be damned if your resolve is so easy to break. “Maybe another time, but that’s it for the Chitose Express.”

“Awwwe! Yer no fun!” Kamiko play-pouts, before bursting into the giggles once more. “I guess I’ll have’ta take ya up on yer offer some time! Nyahahaha!” She begins to trot off towards the school building. “Promise me you will!”

You turn to Souichi whose -barely- containing his laughter at the situation. You’ve become quite used to him laughing at some of your guys’ shenanigans… but that doesn’t stop you from wanting to hit him sometimes.

>Promise for another ride sometime
>Maybe
>No. Ride is LIMITED EDITION.
>Other

>>42709397
>No. Ride is LIMITED EDITION.
>then get hit by her pout
>Maybe later

>[3/3]

>>42709397
>>Promise for another ride sometime

>>42709397
>Promise for another ride sometime

>>42709397
>Promise for another ride sometime
Only the first one is free, though.

>>42709397
>No. Ride is LIMITED EDITION.

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Aight, I'm done for the day, but I'll be back tomorrow! It might be a slow process, I've the quest itch and ain't nuttin' that can fix it other than moar.

If ya got them questions, toss 'em out now~!

>>42709666
Thanks for running!

Anyone else in our little delinquent coterie we haven't met yet?

>>42709666
What is that picture, satan?

>>42709666
do you have a twitter?

>>42709666
Why the deuce do you remind me of Archelon?

>>42709915
It's the chibi avatars

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>>42709689
Chitose’s little “Delinquent” group is honestly mostly just him and Souichi. Kamiko is a close friend, and fellow ruffian, but she does not partake in delinquencies other than boozing and occasional truancy. She knows where the parties be, as well.

Daisuki, who was mentioned earlier is an older, ex-delinquent that Chitose used to look up to, and works with.

On top of that, his eldest sister Yuriko is also an ex-delinquent, but she still rocks some bleach-blonde hair and bitchin’ threads. Younger sister still has black hair. She is pure.

Chitose has a couple other friends and associates that are not of the delinquent caste, however.

There are moar characters and story to come.

>>42709793
T’is my lifeforce. When I fall, I give you mine so you might power-up, and get the high score.

>>42709894
yes. Will be on the end of this message.

>>42709915
Possibly due to my abysmal posting speed. I'm easily distracted and also working on other things while I'm QMing. Potentially also because of DreamSelfy. Wonderful tool to make the animu grills.

If that is all, I should see you tomorrow.

Keep an eye on m’twitter sheet for when I’m ready for updates:
https://twitter.com/

>>42710052
>him
I misread the note that was left and because of the long hair on the pictures I though we were a girl all this time.
Also you fucked up your twitter

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>>42710121
https://twitter.com/lord_grimsley

And yes. Chitose is a guy. Long hair, and a single braid on either side of his face. One on any given day. He switches sides based on mood