Hex Code: #7F0000
"My, oh my." Devone thought aloud as Kazuki fled the scene with Shiori thrown over his shoulder like a Santa's sack. Well, it was nearly Christmas and it appeared he claimed Shiori as his gift. "Whatever shall I do?" She folded her arms, her purse tapping a shoulder. It was clear as day Miyamoto-san detested her with all his heart. How precious Fuyuki must be. . .
The dark-haired senior cast a casual glance over at Ryou hand in hand with a pair of children.
"Why not get HIM involved? He is your dog isn't he?"
Devone was many things... 'Ursula', the school loanshark, and maybe even every other insult like, 'Miss Sea B*tch Obaa-San' and 'plague rat' that had left that street urchin's lips. She'd heard it all that it didn't leave a dent in her feelings anymore. But a babysitter she was not nor did she have any desire to pry Ryou away from his own babysitting. That would be irresponsible now, wouldn't it?
Kazuki saved her some trouble, alerting the authorities himself that he was 'kidnapping for a date.' She watched as the police and proper authorities took off after him, only one staying behind to hear her account. With a honey-sweet voice, she told him everything he wanted to know and everything he wanted to hear.
"No, officer. I don't know why he would do such a thing but he's always been troubled."
"Well, you know how it can be... Sometimes, boys just can't take a hint."
"He's nothing at all like you, officer. What is your name?"
"I'm so pleased they have men like you in the force. It makes me feel safe in situations like these."
"Well, you know how it can be... Sometimes, boys just can't take a hint."
"He's nothing at all like you, officer. What is your name?"
"I'm so pleased they have men like you in the force. It makes me feel safe in situations like these."
When all was said and done, Devone sighed left on her lonesome, and fidgeted with the moon pendant that dangled down her neck. Somehow, it felt like it may choke her.
"Calling her Ursula would be one thing, but you went out of your way to be utterly vile."
The class president's words echoed in her head. Why did she care so much about what she was called? Why now? Devone scrolled through her mobile phone, her finger slowing down as it located the assignment Shiori had completed on her behalf. The seconds ticked away slowly. She was starting to feel guilty, wasn't she? That she didn't do more like chase after in pursuit?
Even if I wanted to, I'm wearing prada.
Notoriety + 1 Kazuki