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The literature club: an unpopular little thing in this school, pathetic even compared to the other cultural clubs. The meeting room was delegated to a small room in the far corner of the building, no larger than a storage room. It was that room that Nue made for straight after school. Weaving through groups of students making their way to more popular clubs, the girl eventually made her way to an empty corridor, with the meeting room at the end.

Through a strange manner of unforeseeable circumstances, the chuuni had somehow become the ghost leader of said club. Normally she’d be jumping at the chance to lead her own servants into battle, if not for finding the members’ morale (and taste in books) extremely unfitting. 

Still, the title was hers and she would exert the power as often as she wished. Like right now.

The door swung open, the slam from the backswing echoing through the empty hallway. “On your knees, knaves! Your great leader, the Grand Demon of Illusions, has graced you with her wondrous presence!”

[ ❦ ] —— Maybe if Wirt hadn't been running, he might've seen the treacherous coating of ice on the sidewalk before him. Instead, in his haste, he slipped and was sent crashing into the only other person around. He immediately began to apologize as he got back to his feet and offered to help the other as well.

                                       Everything.. is shit.                                                   It would always be shit.

     This was something he had come to terms with. Day in, day out. On shift, off shift. Belligerent drunkards and the annoying laughter of civilians. It was all so vexing. As the day pressed forward, Adachi found himself frowning more and more, cursing his luck further and further, finding it more difficult to keep up a foolish grin and simpleminded disposition. It was simple to blame today on waking up on the wrong side of the futon, but after so many mornings of trying a new approach to exit his bed,

               well-

                         --You just tend to rethink getting out of bed at all.

     Still, he moved forward. Removing himself from his bed the same way he did the day previously and just as he'd do the following morning. After all, it was pointless to fight against it at this point. This was his life; shitty luck and all. Even with this acceptance, this didn't stop Adachi from the listless pouting he'd been so good at.

     Hands tucked within his pockets, sight rested upon the ground as the heavy rock he had been kicking along rolled forward with an irritated patter upon the concrete. Absorbed too far into the realm of self loathing and pity, the investigator gave a decently powerful shove against the rock with his shoe. Now, he wasn't an ace at any sort of physical activity, but if the head of a dumb looking kid was the goal, he met his target. Attempting to hide the minimal amusement this small bit of unintentional violence gave him, Adachi covered his mouth quickly and muttered an apology.