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Looking back, I should have been suspicious from the start. But this is Ryuuichi we're talking about, and Ryuuichi never pulls pranks on people, especially ones quite so insensitive to the handicapped.
Wrong.
It all started a few days ago when I caught Ryuuichi sneaking around my car. When asked what he was looking for, he exclaimed something about ramen and coffee before making a rather hasty exit. Again, I should have been more suspicious, but I just brushed it off as one of his quirks. I later discovered a marker lying under my car. Apparently, it had rolled there after being dropped. It was one of those big, fat, permanent red ones that teachers used to grade your papers with - but only if you got an F. The only reason I knew it was red was because of the label. I hadn't had my usual 5 cups of coffee yet this morning, because I was running low, so I didn't put the two - Ryuu and the marker - together. In fact, it wasn't until I got to work and started to receive strange looks that I finally started to get suspicious. Even so, it took the attourneys at the office a few days to work up the courage to ask me when I'd decided to become "Ryuuichi's Bitch." After I picked my jaw up from the floor (and sprayed half of the group in the face with the coffee I'd been drinking), they said they asked because, according to the bold message scrawled across all four sides of my car, I was. They'd given it an extra day for me to have it removed, at first believing it to be a prank. But I hadn't removed it, so now they were curious. Pricks. They told me that the message was written in red after I threatened to remove a rookie's eye with my breakfast fork should they not tell me. They didn't seem to understand why I couldn't just read it myself.
Looking back, I should have realized that it was a very, very bad idea to get a white car, but you can't predict something like this.
Ryuuichi, you want to play dirty - you're on. I shall teach you the bitterness of blend 76.
Wrong.
It all started a few days ago when I caught Ryuuichi sneaking around my car. When asked what he was looking for, he exclaimed something about ramen and coffee before making a rather hasty exit. Again, I should have been more suspicious, but I just brushed it off as one of his quirks. I later discovered a marker lying under my car. Apparently, it had rolled there after being dropped. It was one of those big, fat, permanent red ones that teachers used to grade your papers with - but only if you got an F. The only reason I knew it was red was because of the label. I hadn't had my usual 5 cups of coffee yet this morning, because I was running low, so I didn't put the two - Ryuu and the marker - together. In fact, it wasn't until I got to work and started to receive strange looks that I finally started to get suspicious. Even so, it took the attourneys at the office a few days to work up the courage to ask me when I'd decided to become "Ryuuichi's Bitch." After I picked my jaw up from the floor (and sprayed half of the group in the face with the coffee I'd been drinking), they said they asked because, according to the bold message scrawled across all four sides of my car, I was. They'd given it an extra day for me to have it removed, at first believing it to be a prank. But I hadn't removed it, so now they were curious. Pricks. They told me that the message was written in red after I threatened to remove a rookie's eye with my breakfast fork should they not tell me. They didn't seem to understand why I couldn't just read it myself.
Looking back, I should have realized that it was a very, very bad idea to get a white car, but you can't predict something like this.
Ryuuichi, you want to play dirty - you're on. I shall teach you the bitterness of blend 76.