GEORGE ELLINGTON
“Bro, I think you lost this.”
George cocked his head at the voice, his pompadour swishing wildly with the motion. The source of the remark was pink-haired teen who seemed to be holding…
“Gah, my pants!” George exclaimed hysterically as he shot his gaze downwards. Sure enough, his lanky legs and underwear were bared for the school to see. When did that even happen? Argh, there was no time to think about it now. Quickly, he made a feeble effort to hide his lower body with his schoolbag while also raising an angry fist at the pink-haired guy.
“Think you’re a real kick, huh, ya punk?!” George roared, “You’re really cruisin’ for a bruisin’ now, buster!”
The trickster seemed preoccupied with riling up some other students, vanishing away their garments too. George needed those pants! He kept too many of his belongings to let some kook run off with them, like his house keys, the keys to his Hot Box, his 10 o’clock snack, his mini-comb, his metro card, his… Wait.
George rubbed his legs together, feeling something peculiar, something that wasn’t supposed to be there. He tapped the side of his leg just to make sure. Yep, strangely enough, he could still feel the fabric of his trousers, along with the clunky selection of items that bulged from his pockets. It was some sort of optical illusion! Thoughts sped through George’s cluttered mind but one thing was absolutely clear. He needed to know how this guy did his tricks! George would be able to rake in so much more cash if he had something like that up his sleeve. Magical illusions and acrobatics? He could already imagine their success.
Too excited at the prospect of a new act to show any sort of modesty, the foreign-looking boy bounded to the prankster.
“Hey Oddball! Ya gotta show me how you do that!” he beamed, getting right up into the other’s face.
There was no way George was letting this one get away easily.
@Masaki Haruna
“Bro, I think you lost this.”
George cocked his head at the voice, his pompadour swishing wildly with the motion. The source of the remark was pink-haired teen who seemed to be holding…
“Gah, my pants!” George exclaimed hysterically as he shot his gaze downwards. Sure enough, his lanky legs and underwear were bared for the school to see. When did that even happen? Argh, there was no time to think about it now. Quickly, he made a feeble effort to hide his lower body with his schoolbag while also raising an angry fist at the pink-haired guy.
“Think you’re a real kick, huh, ya punk?!” George roared, “You’re really cruisin’ for a bruisin’ now, buster!”
The trickster seemed preoccupied with riling up some other students, vanishing away their garments too. George needed those pants! He kept too many of his belongings to let some kook run off with them, like his house keys, the keys to his Hot Box, his 10 o’clock snack, his mini-comb, his metro card, his… Wait.
George rubbed his legs together, feeling something peculiar, something that wasn’t supposed to be there. He tapped the side of his leg just to make sure. Yep, strangely enough, he could still feel the fabric of his trousers, along with the clunky selection of items that bulged from his pockets. It was some sort of optical illusion! Thoughts sped through George’s cluttered mind but one thing was absolutely clear. He needed to know how this guy did his tricks! George would be able to rake in so much more cash if he had something like that up his sleeve. Magical illusions and acrobatics? He could already imagine their success.
Too excited at the prospect of a new act to show any sort of modesty, the foreign-looking boy bounded to the prankster.
“Hey Oddball! Ya gotta show me how you do that!” he beamed, getting right up into the other’s face.
There was no way George was letting this one get away easily.
@Masaki Haruna