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When I finally chased that boy away I noticed the paper... I've been assigned a job, un. Art supply. I went to check it out... I approve, un.
Apparently I had a few credits given to me just from showing up. I bought clay.
#@%%$^%$^!!!!!!!!!!
I can't use my mouths or chakra to mold clay anymore... Don't fucking tell me I have to learn how to---shit!
I'm a master fucking artist.. un! I shouldn't need to learn how to use clay again!
My roommate came home sometime. All I heard was the damn door close. I'm going to hurl Play-Doh at his door for now..un.
Apparently I had a few credits given to me just from showing up. I bought clay.
#@%%$^%$^!!!!!!!!!!
I can't use my mouths or chakra to mold clay anymore... Don't fucking tell me I have to learn how to---shit!
I'm a master fucking artist.. un! I shouldn't need to learn how to use clay again!
My roommate came home sometime. All I heard was the damn door close. I'm going to hurl Play-Doh at his door for now..un.