Room 503, Wednesday Afternoon
After being at Fandom for over a year, going this long without classes just felt weird to Dōjima. What made it even weirder was knowing that on Saturday, she'd be a high school graduate.
Weird weird weird.
Which is why, in a fit of trying to make things feel more normal, anyone passing by her open door could probably hear her giggling away on the phone in a nearly-indecipherable hybrid of English and Japanese.
"Tōkooooooooooooooooooooo! Donai deshita?" she laughed. "Oh, come on! Ikezu sen toitee na! Shibaitaroka?! Just send me the pictures, nā?"
"Eh? Nani? Tōko! You are so mean! You promised to help!"
"Oh, don't you start! Anta, dotsuku de! I'll plant condoms in Amon's desk and let your father find them, so help me..."
This was probably going to be going on for awhile.
[Door and post be open! She'll hang up if someone tags in.]
Weird weird weird.
Which is why, in a fit of trying to make things feel more normal, anyone passing by her open door could probably hear her giggling away on the phone in a nearly-indecipherable hybrid of English and Japanese.
"Tōkooooooooooooooooooooo! Donai deshita?" she laughed. "Oh, come on! Ikezu sen toitee na! Shibaitaroka?! Just send me the pictures, nā?"
"Eh? Nani? Tōko! You are so mean! You promised to help!"
"Oh, don't you start! Anta, dotsuku de! I'll plant condoms in Amon's desk and let your father find them, so help me..."
This was probably going to be going on for awhile.
[Door and post be open! She'll hang up if someone tags in.]