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Safety Second by Mukurofag

Dec 13th, 2019 (edited)
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  1. >[Onii-Chan,] Ikusaba's thumbs tapped, frantically, a manic flamenco upon her basic burner-phone's smudgy glass, [I... fucked up. I fucked up really bad.]
  2. >An ellipse pulsated before her: Onii-Chan typing.
  3. >[Wha id u fuin du THIS tim!1!??] Onii-Chan's hiragana-cum-kanji beamed, vividly, typeface garish and tacky, as always.
  4. >She sucked in a breath, holding it; nerves steeled, as she tested her mettle.
  5. >[Long SITREP short,] she began, [I kind of spaced I loaded the side-by-side twelve-gauge with my WIP "Fuck Your Shit" shells.]
  6. >The ellipse pulsated again.
  7. >[MuKro!1!!11] Onii-Chan replied. [Elborat, NAOW!1!11!!! WAT u meen 'fuk u shit'!!1??1?!?]
  8. >[I...] she recalled, [I'd taken my zirconium-based "Dragon's Breath" shells; cracked 'em open, emptied half of the compound, and mixed in ninety-three octane, isopropyl alcohol, and powdered styrofoam - completely spaced I chambered 'em.]
  9. >[DoSn't xplan wat HAPEN!!1!1] The gaudy font emblazoned. [Y the fire depo heer!!1!?]
  10. >[I just wanted to make a better signal flare.] She continued. [Thought it'd just give a sad-sack on the Student Council a nasty burn - not set the damn building on fire.]
  11. >[baKA, u WAT!11!???] Onii-Chan exclaimed... obviously; Ikusaba could swear that she caught the shrill over the enclosing sirens.
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  13. >*Fire brigade really is here.* She nodded.
  14. >[WHA th FUKK di u DOO!1!1!??!1!] The tirade continued, ceaselessly. [Dispar tap w/ fukn NAPALM!1!1 U thnk tis 1 o Mitarai-SePaI'S fukn ANiMaTONS!1!1??? Th fck we guna do NAOW!11!1??]
  15. >[It's a rather hot, sticky variety of despair, though.] She tried to argue. [It sticks to kids!]
  16. >[OeYsKGzxiTcYO!111!1!] Onii-Chan denied her... or so she surmised. [U FUKN disPONmeN - guna keep NIFE cleen 4 U..!!]
  17. >*I'm dying, already.* She sighed, already resigned.
  18. >To wit, she thumbed the task manager - conversation dismissed by an upward swipe before she slipped the phone into an available pocket.
  19. >"Ah..." she said to no one, "*pottery-*"
  20. >"Ikusaba MuKURO..!!" A demanding, interjecting voice thundered.
  21. >*...Shit.*
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