Quoted By:
Ӝ:
>While they're arguing amongst themselves, just quickly walk through and head out the front door!
No matter what befell them through the ages, Men (and Women) had and will remain to have, as long as there is an universe, the sacred, ever-present choice of getting the fuck out. It manifests in many ways. Sometimes in a daring escape, others in madness, and this time as a teenager story addict tip-toeing her way across crossdressers. Who don't even notice her.
Almost sighing (almost, because that could be a fatal mistake) Miharu slowly but surely twists that doorknob
and it doesn't open.
Miharu glances behind: it's too early for despair! She scans the walls for hooks, then the small kitchen of the apartment, then each of the cupboards filled with store-bought instant ramen
nothing.
Miharu grabs her head: they are still arguing. This is happening. She can't shake the feeling that this whole situation is somehow forced, that a script is leading her to an avoidable conflict. If so, Miharu can only hope that at least the lesson will be worth it or whatever gag has to happen to her happens to at least be funny
or that she can find the keys in the trashcan.
Miharu whimpers: they keys aren't in the trashcan.
>awwwwwwWWW!!
