Another day, another dollar I hummed to myself as I sat in an unmarked warehouse full of old gambling tables of all sorts and sizes. Most were defunct machines, but there were the occasional roulette and poker tables lying around that I planned to make use of. Today’s course was another one on one session. It was supposed to be a class, originally, but I've been getting denied for teaching classes more recently. When I had questioned why I hadn’t been given a class to take over in recent months only to be given some lame excuse that I was too 'harsh' for the usual crowd of shinobi. It had something to do with me constantly sending other kids to the infirmary, but what could I say? I was twelve and my level of normal was so much higher than the rest that I just didn’t know how to hold back. Likely for me, I hadn’t lost the coin toss today so I didn’t have to take center stage as the teacher. Instead, I'd let my tsukumogami partner do all that burdensome stuff. She was a better teacher than I was, anyway. More patience and what not for the kidlets.
“You’re up bee-itch,” I said as a burp came up at the last word. My beer from earlier must have given me some gas or something. My spear gave me a dirty look, but I didn’t mind. I was doing the prep work when I heard the intended student trip the entrance seal inside the building we were stationing the tutoring session at. I was going to be playing the part of a second student, regardless. I was the age of an average academy student, so unless people started to wise up to my name, I’d likely be fine to play the ignorant student well enough.
“Get to your position, boy,” my spear spoke condescendingly to me in return. I had to chuckle at that. While I didn’t like her backtalk much, her derisive tone was almost too similar to my own. I sometimes really did kind of see her in the ‘big sister’ role. I just would never admit that to her. Fucking wouldn’t ever hear the end of it if I did.
OOC Eishi, Spear-Chan
“You’re up bee-itch,” I said as a burp came up at the last word. My beer from earlier must have given me some gas or something. My spear gave me a dirty look, but I didn’t mind. I was doing the prep work when I heard the intended student trip the entrance seal inside the building we were stationing the tutoring session at. I was going to be playing the part of a second student, regardless. I was the age of an average academy student, so unless people started to wise up to my name, I’d likely be fine to play the ignorant student well enough.
“Get to your position, boy,” my spear spoke condescendingly to me in return. I had to chuckle at that. While I didn’t like her backtalk much, her derisive tone was almost too similar to my own. I sometimes really did kind of see her in the ‘big sister’ role. I just would never admit that to her. Fucking wouldn’t ever hear the end of it if I did.
OOC Eishi, Spear-Chan