Chapter Eighteen: Nonexistent Fear
Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21. Also there is a slight spoiler so be warned.
Song Playing: Cell Block Tango
Theme 82: Afraid
"I heard that his whole appearance is just one big intimidation tactic." Ako commented as she paid for her drink and followed her two friends to an empty table.
"It works!" Sara exclaimed, pulling out a chair and sitting down. She leaned forward while she talked. "He looks like some sort of American psycho path! What kind of person dyes their hair such a bright shade of blonde and pierces so many things? And all for the sake of intimidation? He's dangerous and scary!"
"Scary? He's down right terrifying! Wouldn't you agree, Mamori?" Ako turned her attention the only and only football manager.
Said teenager looked up from her earlier activity of stirring sugar into her styrofoam cup. "No. Not really. I mean I guess he's a little unnerving when you first meet him but after that he's not all that frightening."
Her two friends went bug eyed.
"What?!" Sara yelled, slamming her fist down on the poor table top.
Her friend seemed to agree with her. "How could you possibly not be?!"
"Well," Mamori lifted the coffee cup up and took a sip. "I find it hard to fear someone once you've seen them in a full on rabbit suit."
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