This update is long overdue b/c SOMEONE COULDN'T KEEP QUIET so yea also this has over 300 reads wtf
"...Namine Ritsu?" Cubi asked, remembering the red-haired masculine crossdresser who co-ran his 7th period without a care.
"Yeah, Namine Ritsu was his name." She flicked the page of the magazine nonchalantly again. Cubi was shocked [that the first sentence of the story didn't start "Cubi was walking down the halls"] but shrugged and simply didn't let it dampen his mood because he had a job at Flitza Hut.
"So your first job with Ritsu is you got to take 30 pizzas to Hatsune Miku's house. Look here they are they have magically transported into my hands take them." She said, shoving them into Cubi's hands. You could say that it was one...tall order *bud dum tsss* actually that wasn't a pun that was the truth because there were a lot of pizzas. Impetuous and probably greedy fool.
Cubi sighed but then realized something. "I don't have a license!"
"That Ritsu guy does."
"He's six years old!"
"He's says he's like thirty. He's obviously telling the truth. He even showed me his license." Another flip.
"And he can't have like a fake license?"
"Nope."
"Whateva." He said suddenly talking in slang. "Give me the address."
"Here u go." The faceless generic lady put a piece of paper on top of his order thing. "Look Ritsu has magically transported outside go get him and leave me out of this tasteless fanfiction."
Cubi left Flizza Hut, and walked outside. Unfortunately, he can't leave this terrible fanfiction, and who knows when this fic will end. Ritsu was waiting for him in the Flizza Hut official van, jammin out to some kinda kpop band like Maroon 5 or Space Dandy idk I don't listen to that shit, singing along like some trashy american.
Cubi hopped in the van, "Why, why why are you here?" he asked.
"Because I'm not like other girls." He replied, effectively pissing off Mastermind Ritsu-senpai. "Now buckle up, we gotta floor it." No sooner than Cubi closed the door did Ritsu drive like Nidai when he needs to use the toliet when it's farther than two miles away, ignoring any and all traffic laws like a responsible 6-year-old. Needless to say, Cubi did not survive. RIP in pieces, Cubey.