She heard it. Somehow, she heard it. Maybe it was those weird floaty things by her head that let her hear it, maybe her connection to food was just THAT deep. Regardless, she heard the sound all the same, and it sent chills down her spine.
Turning she saw one of the new kids eating her rice ball. She knew it was her rice ball, and not someone else's despite the fact that the damn onigiri all looked the same. This was absolutely unforgivable, but it was too late to save it now...
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Never! Also, prepare for looping. 1/2
Date: 2016-07-01 04:14 am (UTC)Turning she saw one of the new kids eating her rice ball. She knew it was her rice ball, and not someone else's despite the fact that the damn onigiri all looked the same. This was absolutely unforgivable, but it was too late to save it now...