>>19368379Kanako is watching a J-pop video on her phone, walking down a hallway, singing along until she spots Sola.
>What are you doing here, traitor?Kanako asks, venom in her voice.
>Nevermind, don't care.Kanako answers her own question, pretending to be distracted by her phone. She shoulder checks Sola, pretending to be shocked when she drops her phone.
>Oh crappp.Kanako rolls her eyes, with disingenuous concern.
>Better get someone to fix that screen. Like your idiotic girlfriend. What the hell are you doing here anyway? This dojo is for girls with morals, not idiots who sell out at the slightest bit of fame. What is YOUR place here?Kanako glared at Sola, placing a hand on her hip.
>Your moronic girlfriend yelled at Coach yesterday. I dunno what about, but seriously. And even if that didn't happen, I wouldn't accept the likes of you pathetic clout chasers here. Go back to the Divine Mansion. It's where leeches like you belong.Kanako glared at Sola, half truths and her stubborn conviction reinforcing her self-righteousness. Her temper was flaring up, not wanting to listen to anything Sola said.
>Bye. Traitor. Kanako waved over her shoulder as she walked away.
