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>[Aki] Pretend to 'clean', but get too carried away with the act, look into the nook's and crannies~ [1; Spirit]
>Make sure to find a hidey-hole for your illegal stuff before they find you. [57]
>Guards: Are you guys here to help with cleaning? Alex: where did you get a maid outfit, from a drama club? [77]
The hallway boomed with the bickering of the slowly advancing group. On occasion, they stopped and one of them would yell the exasperated 'Miss Nakamura, the Principal expects you', or casual 'hellooo? Any Aki over here?'. Surely, they haven't seen you yet. But they will. They check the classrooms and they head your way - you have to act.
Maybe an ambush? No. A little excessive; you aren't on your own accord anymore - you are the last thing Se-young has, you can't throw it away on a whim.
Similarly, hiding will get you reported to the 'authorities', and that can't be good either.
Guess all that's left is to lean into the role Jaq wrote for you... but first, you have to hide the evidence. You dash inside the abandoned classroom and check the large cabinets at its back - they offer just enough space to hide everything, including your weapons, that could get you in trouble.
There was something else through - cloths, a duster, dustpan, and a remnant of some unnamed cleaning chemical. Perfect.
Grabbing your disguise, you listen to see what progress the group has made. Guards and Alex are getting closer. Maybe a classroom away, but they started yelling at one another again.
You tentatively sweep the floor with a broom and- oh. The dust is nearly stuck.
Disgusted, you scour the whole classroom - the deluge of dust covers everything, someone knocked over the chairs, the black board is full of graffiti and there is gum all over the tables... Such disorder! Annoyance wells within you, but then you see stains; someone spilled something and left it to rot... Unforgivable!
Then something snaps completely.
In a heartbeat you drop dead to the floor, spraying vividly with the detergent and mopping fervently any imperfection. Yet, for every stain and layer, a new one appeared. You have so much work to do, and so little time! What would people think if they saw such an insult to good taste?
When you adjust the tables and chairs to archive the perfect symmetry, you sport a pair of sturdy boots; a part of you is content, but as you are right now, you wail in horror - who would wear such distasteful abhorrence? The colors are off! Brown? Savage! And where are the heels? Ugh, you yeet them back near your stash and get back to your duty.
Your moans of extertion and wiping permate the messy room.
"Alright, that's enough..."
Genocide of germs...! *Wipe*
"...Hey! Do you hear me? Just let me have her!"
..and imperfections! *Wipe*
"Hey~! Don't interrupt the maiden!"
...Die and be silent, mess! *Wipe* *Wipe*
"We waited long enough!"
...in the name of *Wipe* Love~ *Wipe* *Wipe*
"Okay, okay... But, just look at her! Look at her go!... Okay." RES-1
