(Chucking this up here for noaw, got a math class in thirty minutes, will edit in the header and the rest of the post when I get back. Time for edumacation)

The onset of festivities meant that jubilation was at an all time high. Adrenaline and charisma coursed through the veins alike as preparations were made in advance for imminent social gatherings, comprised of people who usually had muzzles pointed at each other, now intertwined by cordial gestures and the thrill of mutual competition. All in the name of fun. Yet the events that panned out three days prior were not merely waved off with the blatant indifference. If anything they influenced the atmosphere floating through the academy’s halls and bolstered the stirring tenor present within.

While a majority of clubs chose this current point in the evening to dismiss their members, a handful remained occupied, either with pressing tasks or the denial to vacate the premises. Ken’s club belonged to this portion, but it had indeed ceased its activities, at least those that were explicitly official. After the mayhem that tore through the Black City, it was determined that the players under Arms’ command needed to be more tightly knit in face of the future strife that awaited them. Thus the club after-hours was converted into a meetup spot for the group’s numbers, at least those that agreed to bridging the gap between online and reality. 

[hider=A Serious Issue(moar banter)]

As beams of sedated sunlight cascaded through the panes of glass that lined the hallway, Ken and Shiro aimlessly strolled through the open space, surely in the midst of a truly pertinent discussion, [color=blue]”Sorry, you need to remind me, who was your history report on again?”[/color] The club president queried, having procrastinated his own assignment for far too long. Shiro promptly replied with his chest held high, [color=#FF7F00]”Donald Trump, forty-fifth president of the US.”[/color] Ken sighed as random trivia on the certain person drifted in his memory, [color=blue]”Oh right, he was the person who enacted the Gender Clarification Act of 2019. Didn’t he die in some anticlimactic way?”[/color] 

[color=#FF7F00]”Yep, only president ever killed by livestock. Was giving a public address when a random cow clobbered the guy. Turns out it had escaped from a nearby farm an hour prior where it was trained for pseudo-bullfighting. So when it saw the red cap… Well, anyways, ‘nuff about that. How’s it been going between you and Akane~?”[/color] The orange-haired boy inquired with his iconic wry set of a pearly whites.

[color=blue]”Go fuck yourself.”[/color]

[color=#FF7F00]”There’s an app for that.”[/color] He followed up without the slightest pause while simultaneously snapping his fingers. [color=#FF7F00]”But in all seriousness, how goes it? I know she’s been busy with organization duties concerning our bloc.”[/color]

[color=blue]”She made me sign a contract in blood.”[/color]

[i]Sigh.[/i]

[color=#FF7F00]”S-say what?”[/color]
 
Ken unwillingly produced his formerly pocketed hand to reveal a wounded finger, pacified with only the sentiment that was a Hello Kitty band-aid. [color=#FF7F00]”...”[/color] Shiro was, needless to say, speechless. [color=#FF7F00]”There’s no [i]dere[/i] to compliment that [i]tsun[/i]. None at all.”[/color] He spoke as if he was honoring somebody who had already passed to the great beyond and patted the fallen soldier’s back in empathy.

[color=#FF7F00]”Anyways, I’ve been thinking-”[/color] Shiro began before his classmate curtly cut in, [color=blue]”Well that’s a first. I had you pegged as the type who just rushes into combat without formulated and sane plan in mind.”[/color]

[color=#FF7F00]”Hey, go fuck yourself.”[/color] The boy grinned in hopes that his friend would follow up on the verbal cue. Ken mimicked the expression and snapped his fingers, [color=blue]”There’s an app for that!”[/color] 

The two shared a momentary chuckle until the former continued on with his thought, [color=#FF7F00][b]”So.. Where the hell is the swimsuit episode?[/b] I’ve noticed a distinct lack of [i]plot[/i] in this plot.”[/color] He rubbed his chin with the observation now brought into the light through a demolished wall. [color=blue]”I don’t quite follow…”[/color] Ken stated uneasily, aware that he would regret allowing Shiro to breathe more life into the prospect. 

[color=#FF7F00]”A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away there were five elements: Earth, Water, Fire, Air, and Swimsuits. All of the elements lived in perfect harmony, but then everything changed when the Fire Nation announced it was having a seventy percent off sale on clearance items. The economy couldn’t handle the abrupt decision and was on the verge of crashing. All hopes rested on the Avatar, bender of the four first elements and renowned for showing up fashionably late, most metaphorically and literally. When the world needed him the most, he vanished with a whole entire line of swimwear. But here and now we can bear the dreams of those tortured souls by spurring on the Swimsuit Campaign! Accept it young grasshopper, you want to hear Akane whisper sweetly with mollification: [/color][i][color=#DC143C]”Oh Ken, would you be a dove and rub lotion on my back? B-be gentle.”[/color][/i][color=#FF7F00]”[/color]

[color=#DC143C]”Actually it would be more like ‘Apply this lotion to my back you pitiful excuse for a sentient being. Damn microcephalic adipate.’”[/color][/hider]

The voice reverberated from seemingly nowhere and startled the two to the extent that they leaped away from the source. There was Akane in her short yet tenacious stature. Arms at her side, eyebrows tightly knit into a furrow, red locks burning with a fervid vermilion aura.