02-25-2011, 12:55 PM
[School]
Saburo ran into Coach Phil on his way to the gym. How convenient!
"Hey! Sabby! Not too shabby at volleyball yesterday!" The coach laughed. He was a big, hairy man, with hair everywhere but his head. He also had a mustache and goatee. He was on his way to the Principal's office to make a call for one of the students, who had sprained her ankle while jumping hurdles.
"Coach-Sensei! Hello! I wanted to see you!" The transferee said awkwardly, looking back to see of John was ready. "I wanted to ask you something pertaining to your American culture that is American Football!" He lied quickly.
"Oh really? Well what can I tell ya, little buddy?"
"Look at this-" Saburo raised his arm, lining his fingers up with the coach's sunburned nose. The coach crossed his eyes to see what the foreigner was doing- and got a one-inch-punch to the face, making his head snap back as the student's knuckles crunched against his nose. He was out cold before he hit the ground.
Saburo gestured at the unconscious coach, who was sprawled on the ground, presenting him to John-San like he would present his grades to his parents. "Cryptid?" He offered. It had all happened so fast and so simply, that it seemed almost comical.
[Outside Diner]
Ayla giggled and approached Mr. Smith, placing her hands on her shoulders gently, her wings connecting her arms to her waists were folded and barely visible. "Alright, Sam, Mr. Smith... I'll take you guys to my apartment. I don't live far."
And she really didn't. She lead them through about three blocks and entered one of the shabby, brick buildings. The elevator was busted, so she led them up the stairs. There were more people living downstairs, and not many people on the upper floors as the rooms there were much smaller than they preferred. Ayla's was pretty much just a livingroom, a bed room, one bathroom and a kitchen. She liked it because it was snug and homey, and very high up (the top floor). It was one of the nicer rooms too, and she only got it at a low price because she had wowed the landlord with her sad little high school girl routine. The walls were also pretty thick, so she could play her music as loud as she wanted.
"Well... here we are! It's not much, but it's home!" She giggled, rather proud of her place despite it's meagerness. "Make yourself at home, Mr. Smith, Sam-" She gestured at the old, but comfy sofa. "I'm just going to change out of my uniform, alright?" She smiled at them sweetly, hanging her coat on a nail on the wall, her skirt having hitched up on the back from the walk up the stairs so her promiscuous, panty-clad ass teased them as she strode into her bed room and opened her closet.
[Highway]
"Hey, no prob! Boy I sure am glad you drove by when you did..." Denny laughed, going over to the back and pushing up the tarp a little, revealing a few armored crates. He pulled the back down, which would form a ramp, but it got stuck halfway, and he had to kick it a few times for it to go all the way down. He helped her wheel her bike up and kicked the ramp back up again, making sure the bike was secure before he pulled the tarp over it. He opened the door to the driver's seat for her and gestured for her to go in, like a gentleman.
"Sorry about the smell, I'm dyin' to get a shower." He apologized as he went over to the back again and prepared to push waiting for her to get in, release the handbrakes and steer.
Saburo ran into Coach Phil on his way to the gym. How convenient!
"Hey! Sabby! Not too shabby at volleyball yesterday!" The coach laughed. He was a big, hairy man, with hair everywhere but his head. He also had a mustache and goatee. He was on his way to the Principal's office to make a call for one of the students, who had sprained her ankle while jumping hurdles.
"Coach-Sensei! Hello! I wanted to see you!" The transferee said awkwardly, looking back to see of John was ready. "I wanted to ask you something pertaining to your American culture that is American Football!" He lied quickly.
"Oh really? Well what can I tell ya, little buddy?"
"Look at this-" Saburo raised his arm, lining his fingers up with the coach's sunburned nose. The coach crossed his eyes to see what the foreigner was doing- and got a one-inch-punch to the face, making his head snap back as the student's knuckles crunched against his nose. He was out cold before he hit the ground.
Saburo gestured at the unconscious coach, who was sprawled on the ground, presenting him to John-San like he would present his grades to his parents. "Cryptid?" He offered. It had all happened so fast and so simply, that it seemed almost comical.
[Outside Diner]
Ayla giggled and approached Mr. Smith, placing her hands on her shoulders gently, her wings connecting her arms to her waists were folded and barely visible. "Alright, Sam, Mr. Smith... I'll take you guys to my apartment. I don't live far."
And she really didn't. She lead them through about three blocks and entered one of the shabby, brick buildings. The elevator was busted, so she led them up the stairs. There were more people living downstairs, and not many people on the upper floors as the rooms there were much smaller than they preferred. Ayla's was pretty much just a livingroom, a bed room, one bathroom and a kitchen. She liked it because it was snug and homey, and very high up (the top floor). It was one of the nicer rooms too, and she only got it at a low price because she had wowed the landlord with her sad little high school girl routine. The walls were also pretty thick, so she could play her music as loud as she wanted.
"Well... here we are! It's not much, but it's home!" She giggled, rather proud of her place despite it's meagerness. "Make yourself at home, Mr. Smith, Sam-" She gestured at the old, but comfy sofa. "I'm just going to change out of my uniform, alright?" She smiled at them sweetly, hanging her coat on a nail on the wall, her skirt having hitched up on the back from the walk up the stairs so her promiscuous, panty-clad ass teased them as she strode into her bed room and opened her closet.
[Highway]
"Hey, no prob! Boy I sure am glad you drove by when you did..." Denny laughed, going over to the back and pushing up the tarp a little, revealing a few armored crates. He pulled the back down, which would form a ramp, but it got stuck halfway, and he had to kick it a few times for it to go all the way down. He helped her wheel her bike up and kicked the ramp back up again, making sure the bike was secure before he pulled the tarp over it. He opened the door to the driver's seat for her and gestured for her to go in, like a gentleman.
"Sorry about the smell, I'm dyin' to get a shower." He apologized as he went over to the back again and prepared to push waiting for her to get in, release the handbrakes and steer.
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