In Which I Do Not Know what Colour the School Is, Please Stop Asking

[plotless]

[aka continuing threads from the camp move]

Comments

[flipsthebird]

Haah? It's too bad your hit count is so low you can keep track of that.

[olliesout]

Your hit count is zero, you fucker!

[flipsthebird]

It won't take me a year to fix that.

[you know what's probably a really bad idea? throwing knives with his glasses askew. I mean even if he aims for the shoulder who KNOWS what he's going to hit?]

[olliesout]

[NOT MY SHOULDER

YOU HIT MY GODDAMN ARM]

[flipsthebird]

[oh well that works, no big difference!]

One to one, Misaki~

[olliesout]

[ugh let me get that knife out first and maybe seeth in rage]

[flipsthebird]

[that's fine I'll be over here adjusting my glasses]

And first blood to me.

[olliesout]

Only 'cause you're a fucking cheat!

[flipsthebird]

Oh? How did I cheat?

[olliesout]

Don't play dumb with me.

[flipsthebird]

If I hit you, it's cheating? You're delusional.

[olliesout]

You hit me with a fucking knife!

[flipsthebird]

Yes. We're fighting. That's how I fight.

[olliesout]

Like a cheat? I thought better of you, Saru.

[flipsthebird]

Being stronger than you isn't cheating. It's just my life~

[olliesout]

. . . the fuck is that shit coming out of your mouth. That's disgusting!

[flipsthebird]

Allergic to the truth?

[I can always flip another knife at you]

[olliesout]

You think you're so funny now?!

[flipsthebird]

No. But I can't help but laugh at you.

[olliesout]

Fuck off.

[flipsthebird]

[shrugs and retrieves his weapons. why not? I won]

[olliesout]

[I hate you.]