Want a hit of my thong?
Rantaro pulled his shirt up a bit, “No, this is mine,” he turned around showing off his ass.
“Wait, this one isn’t mine, there are no rhinestones,” he looked closer at the Victoria's Secret hot pink lace thong, “Sorry Miu. When everyday’s a thong day, I don’t pay that close attention.”
Miu shook the bewildered look off her face, “Okay but that still doesn’t explain how you got it. How the fuck did you get my thong?”
Rantaro shrugged, “I don’t know, it was in my laundry. Didn’t think anything of it cause it’s the same color as my other ones.”
The room sat quiet as Rantaro takes the thong off and hands it to Miu before pulling his pants back on. Pulling at the crotch he mumbles “I’m gonna be chafing later.” to himself.
Kirumi clears her throat, “I may have made a slight mistake when sorting laundry, my apologies.” She bows her head down in remorse.
Kokichi gets on his tip toes and signals Gonta to lean down as he whispers something into his ear.
“Gonta thinks that you’re cunt with or without the thong, Rantaro!” Gonta smiled at him.
Kirumi immediately stands straight and gasps, “Where did you learn such language!” She grasps at her chest, “That is so inappropriate, such naughty grammar.”
“Gonta,” Shuichi chimed in, “You shouldn’t say something like that.”
He started to sweat, “Gonta’s sorry, did he say something that is offensive to gay people? I know you’re gay, Shuichi. I didn’t mean to.” He continued on, “Kokichi told me that it stood for, Courteous, Unique, Nice and Talented.”
Miu was practically on the floor from laughing so hard over this whole ordeal, “Who needs cable tv when I’ve got such good entertainment right here!”
“God I’m so over this. Let’s go.” Maki grabs Kaito by the arm and pulls him down the hallway back to her room, a crying Gonta behind them as Kirumi puts him in the corner for timeout.
Kokichi starts to try and quietly leave but is quickly stopped by a strong grab and tug of the ear, “Now you and I are going to have a little conversation, young man.”
“Ow ow ow, what the fuck, Kirumi? We’re literally the same age!”
Kirumi lets go of his ear as they reach the corner of shame, “Enough of that. Now why do you think it’s okay to go around teaching such foul language?”
“Dude, do you even know what she’s yelling at Kokichi about this time?” Kiyo turns to Angie, clearly having been zoned out for that entire incident.
Angie shrugged, “Something about a bad word I think,” She takes a hit of her weed pen, “This shit is not nearly strong enough.”
“Let me get a hit,” Kiyo unzips his mask and takes a hit, blowing the smoke out before zipping the mask again. “Yeah you’re right, we should go back and fill up your bong.”
“Do you think if you both blew smoke out you’d be able to replace the fog machines for my magic show?” Himiko asked, trying to imagine where she’d have to place two people in the place of fog machines.
“Holy fuck man, that would be like, the craziest trip ever!” Kiyo gasps, “We are so in!”
“I think it’s time you guys grow up and smoke a cigarette,” Ryoma pulls out his package of Camels and offers them up.
“No thanks, get those cancer sticks away from me,” Angie declines the offer and takes another hit of her mediocre weed pen.
She turned to Kiyo, “Wanna practice our smoke tricks in my studio? Himiko, you should come with us!”
“Hold on! If Himiko is going, then I’m coming too! I don’t want her to be influenced by your stoner culture,” Tenko stepped up next to Himiko.
“I’m 24,” she muttered, but thought it was a sort of sweet gesture. “Thank you, Tenko,” she grabbed her girlfriend’s hand and made sure her Tutti Frutti vape was deep enough in her pocket that Tenko wouldn’t notice it.
The four continue to Angie’s studio, Kiyo and Angie mimicking the hand motions in the air, pretending that they’re skillfully conducting smoke rings through the hallway. They arrive and sit in a circle on the floor, Angie pulling out her arsenal of pens.
“Watch this, Himiko!”
“She really is an artist,” Kiyo joined in to their clearly practiced display of vape tricks.
The two girls sat watching dumbfoundedly, but Tenko attempted to hide how impressed she was in an effort to not encourage this behavior.
“You guys are incredible!” Himiko clapped, “Would you like to star as my opening act?”
“I think you need to give them some time to think about it!” Tenko jumped up and grabbed her, “It seems to me that they have enough time on their hands to give it a nice thought over,” she began to lead her to the door to avoid the weed cloud.“Himiko, I love you, I don’t think those two comprehended a word.”