#rage trigger

Claire adjusted her reading glasses as she typed away at her computer. After the events on Sejm Island, Claire had been regulated to an office job so as not to stress her out too much. Although she seemed clear of any T-Phobos virus, TerraSave didn't want to risk any chances of the virus being dormant.

Her phone rang and she lifted the receiver to her ear. On the other side was the receptionist, explaining that her 1:30 appointment had arrived.

Already Mikan was starting to regret agreeing to this blind date. Her friend had promised her that this guy was really awesome, but he was severely late!! (In reality, Mikan had been extremely early.) And not to mention she didn’t even know what he looked like! How was she supposed to know who to talk to in attempt to see if he had shown up?

She let out a small whimper and glanced around the cafe yet again. People were starting to stare at her, she had ben sitting there at the small table for quite a long time now. They were probably wondering if she was okay.

[Give Muse a Stuffed Animal]

If I had more spoons, I'd type a whole essay about how it isn't a compliment to treat all women as a purchasable commodity. As it stands, I'll stick to a hearty "fuck you".

And fuck this, I ain't censoring. If you send me shit like this, you'd better think in advance about how it'll look in a screenshot.