GOOOOOOOOOOAL

Himeko snapped, rather loudly for someone with such small hands at that. Behind her the men hustled to block most of the hallway.

"Fine. I'll play this game with ya. What do I gotta do to get to the bathrooms? Ask nicely? Uh...can I please use the bathrooms, there, as they are publicly owned property and shit?"

Oh, god, hugging. She picks herself up off of Juro’s lap, backing up approximately 2 miles/2 steps with her hands raised. Wasn’t me, bro.

Also, it’s called a ‘wheelchair.’ What kind of imbecile are you?”

"Yeah, that's what I was tryin' to say. I ain't some kinda damn imbecile- when someone's standin' in the hall, ya generally wanna yell 'WHOA, GET RIGHT OUT THE WAY', don'tcha? And I heard nothin' outta that bitter mouth 'a yours."

Oh, god, hugging. She picks herself up off of Juro’s lap, backing up approximately 2 miles/2 steps with her hands raised. Wasn’t me, bro.

He crosses his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow at the girl as she backed off. Yeah. Yeah that’s right. Walk away.

Wheelchair, Aki. It’s called a wheelchair.

Oh, god, hugging. She picks herself up off of Juro’s lap, backing up approximately 2 miles/2 steps with her hands raised. Wasn’t me, bro.

[text] whats goin on now

[text] u ok

[text] i just wanna see you

[text] i just got outta tutoring idk do u want food or smth

[text] whats goin on now

[text] please?

[text] u ok