Oh-So American
Drabble Series
Summary: Hey, you. Yeah, you. The one that can apparently understand me. Can you help me here...Isn't this supposed to be an Elite School? Yeah? Then why can't you people understand ENGLISH? Aren't you supposed to know for business deals and whatnot...WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?
English
"You," he growled out.
I decided to pull a page out of book, that I read, curtesty of Fred Jones, and not go 'eeep'
Hey, my oh-so American coolly-ness is at stake here.
So ... I flicked his nose.
"Bad dog." I said, than continued to flick his nose, and repeating to say 'bad dog'.
He growled some more.
"Bad dog, no growling. Now put me down please."
Growling.
"Seriously, put me down or else I will kick you in a very important place for men if they want crazy ass man sex. "
Then the next thing I knew is that I'm seeing the ceiling of the clubroom flying past me, hey! They totally missed of spot! I should report them, that shade of pink is wrong!
"Ah, so this is how you can fly… That's nice… I want a milkshake…" I decided, and then landed on a convently placed well-toned arms. Hey!
I recognize those nuts! They're pistachoes!
"Oh hey! Mori-sempai, there's a crazy-ass red-haired-Jamacain-wanna-be-ninja here to you stalk you." I said to him.