So I can ride a bike in a short skirt
O.o
Miya and Shizuka, the Judo club managers, are insane. Or rather, they are normal teenaged girls who befriended the insane foreign girl who always wears oversized boys’ clothes in an attempt to look like an androgynous pretty boy.
We’ve been prepping for the Gaidai Sai, the cultural festival next week, so we’ve been up in the club room rather than practicing in the dojo. And since I normally stay after all the other club members to chat with the managers and help them clean and whatnot, I stayed tonight too, thinking I’d go hang out with the DND people over in SH2 afterward.
Nope, Miya and Shizuka pounced. They locked the door, closed the blinds, gave me an almost obscenely cute outfit and broke out the makeup. Nyagh! I now have Japanese girl eyebrows. G would be so proud. And dude! Shizuka has that “eye puchi” stuff that glues your eyelid into a double lid! The process looks scary and kinda painful, but it’s actually no worse than mascara. I may have to get a bottle for myself just because it’s so weird.
That was very embarrassing. Shizuka insisted I wear the outfit home, so that’s how I found out that I can ride my bike in a short skirt with my knees tucked in like all the Japanese girls and not die. Good thing they let me wear my boots at least, or I wouldn’t have even made it to my bike, short as the hells heels were. XP
Ironically enough, I think now I can do an even better impression of a random pretty boy J-rocker. Gyah, I don’t look like me! *buries head under arms*
Miya and Shizuka, the Judo club managers, are insane. Or rather, they are normal teenaged girls who befriended the insane foreign girl who always wears oversized boys’ clothes in an attempt to look like an androgynous pretty boy.
We’ve been prepping for the Gaidai Sai, the cultural festival next week, so we’ve been up in the club room rather than practicing in the dojo. And since I normally stay after all the other club members to chat with the managers and help them clean and whatnot, I stayed tonight too, thinking I’d go hang out with the DND people over in SH2 afterward.
Nope, Miya and Shizuka pounced. They locked the door, closed the blinds, gave me an almost obscenely cute outfit and broke out the makeup. Nyagh! I now have Japanese girl eyebrows. G would be so proud. And dude! Shizuka has that “eye puchi” stuff that glues your eyelid into a double lid! The process looks scary and kinda painful, but it’s actually no worse than mascara. I may have to get a bottle for myself just because it’s so weird.
That was very embarrassing. Shizuka insisted I wear the outfit home, so that’s how I found out that I can ride my bike in a short skirt with my knees tucked in like all the Japanese girls and not die. Good thing they let me wear my boots at least, or I wouldn’t have even made it to my bike, short as the hells heels were. XP
Ironically enough, I think now I can do an even better impression of a random pretty boy J-rocker. Gyah, I don’t look like me! *buries head under arms*