Sunowubaru Rumiparo
Hisashiro Acdemy - Rooftops
@Skyswimsky as GM
”What kind of mahou shoujo can’t transform...?” Snow pouted quietly before speaking more clear.
”Ya know, I was picturing the awakening from Gaia Summoners, when you finally save up all those earth crystals and then they get a really fancy power-up seque— oh...”
Snow looked up from her phone to notice Akane had left, her smile fading slightly.
”Right, umm... I guess I’ll see you around then, Kiyabu-chan...” she cut things short, finishing off her lunch and running off.
Front locker room (Norichii Hiroma)
”Hiroma-san!!” Snowball announced, suddenly popping around the corner and startling the young genius, causing him to drop a bundle of papers which fluttered all over the ground.
”Oh no, sorry, sorry, sorry!!” she blabbered frantically, ducking down to help pick them up at just the same time he did, resulting in a solid headbutt.
"Ngh...!" He groaned, rubbing her head as Snow threw an apologetic bow with yet another barrage of apologies before starting to scoop up the papers.
"Tell me, female: what kind of verbal statement is necessary for you to leave me alone?" Norichii asked, miffed.
”Huh...? It’s ‘Snow,’ and I was thinking earlier, ya know...”
"Astonishing to imagine that even being possible..." he muttered to himself as she continued.
”...and maaaybe we just need to bury the past and start over again! After all, I’m like a new Snow, so... I’ve said my apologies for Old Snow, but now that New Snow’s here... well... maybe she could be friends with you? So...... hi, I’m Snow!” Snowball offered a polite bow.
Norichii stared back indignantly.
"A pleasure," he forced out with the enthusiasm of a professional paint watcher. "My notes,
please," he demanded, hand held out.
”Right! Right, of course... hey what are these anyway?” She asked, snooping her nose down into the top page.
”Snowball’s morning routine...?! Why do y—”
"—a different Snowball, clearly," Norichii interrupted, swiftly snatched the paper back, grabbing the rest of the papers from a baffled Snow.
”A different person... named ‘Snowball’...?” Snowball raised an eyebrow.
"It’s a surprisingly common designation in England," he answered on the spot.
”Really!!? But I’m half Finnish...”
"And I’m
wholly finished with your fruitless discourse," Norichii snipped the thought short. "
Excuse me."
Without another word, he slammed his locker shut and strode off with a great deal of purpose in his steps.
”Well... alright then! Bye!! Oh wait, you didn’t tell New Snow your name!!”
Nor picked up the pace, vanishing behind a distant building.
Utauwarui Street (Runo Algeru)
Snowball wandered down the street, one hand carrying a small bag of clothes slung over her shoulder, the other holding an empty soda bottle. In fact, it had been empty for quite a while: she just liked the feel of it in her hand. Nice, smooth glass, with a shiny marble to rattle around! Dry cleaning was always a boring errand, but a loud marble made it slightly better.
Fastening the bundle of fresh clothes to her bike, the strange sight of baggy pants grabbed her attention and she glanced up to see Runo dart into a rundown looking building.
”Hm...” She didn’t ponder long, running fast after her curiousity, and thus, Runo. Through the door, a long staircase carried her underground into a large basement that looked like it had once been some kind of bar. As she continued, a catchy song echoed through the basement, leading her to a sideroom with a small stage.
On top of this stage stood 4 boys dancing as they sung along with a recording. Snow peered over them from her doorway more carefully... they looked like typical boy-band singers, and if not for her having followed him in, she might never have recognized the 4th boy as Runo. His hair was neat, the baggy clothes discarded in the corner to be replaced with a vest, and of course his act was totally uncharacteristic!
What followed was a smug grin so powerful and earth-shattering it registered as a ten on the Richter Scale. All the world crumbled away as the all-consuming smugface swallowed Runo’s reality into a blackhole of shame and self-consciousness.
This disrupted his performance a bit.
"Hey, Runo! Come on, we practiced this part a ton! ... What‘s got you so spook— WHO‘S THAT GIRL AND WHAT’S WRONG WITH HER FACE!?"
"Just gimme a min, a’ight," he sighed, wandering up to Snow and returning her an indignant look. After several seconds of her returning nothing but deathsmug, he continued. "We getcha’! Ya can drop dat dank face now!"
”Mm, I’m trying but I can’t...!!” Snow chuckled with glee.
"Seriously...? Y’all face dun got broke or someth’n?"
”No, but yours looks like a baby~!!”
"A’ight, a’ight, yea I gitcha, it ain’t ma usual jam goin’ all baby bottom on dis joint, but I gotta level wit ya: real beats ain’t dropped the scrilla, ya know what I sayin’?"
”What...?”
"Rappers dun make a lotta dolla in Japan!"
”Oh... I see,” she nodded.
"Right," Runo nodded as well. "An’ see, ma Dad all like ‘yo boi betta drop dem dreams an sell out to the masses!’ But I was like ‘nah’ and so he was all like ‘yo betta or Imma throw it all down!’ Get me?"
”...yes,” Snow lied, enjoying herself
way too much.
"Ah, dope. So we cool? You gon keep it all wrapped up?" Runo confirmed.
The smugface continued.
"Fizzie gurl...? Yo!"