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Stepping off the bus, or more like falling off it, Wakoko is still grumpy. She thought the scene was as interesting as everyone else, but that was just… mean! Bitching in dreamland, her eyes vacant, she joins the wave of students gently crashing into the school, all wearing the same white shirt and long tie combo that Wakoko hides under the thick black hoodie she brings to the sea. Oh, the sea… you grow to like it, she thinks. So quiet, so peaceful- even though, when the sun rises over the horizon, the crewmates get all touchy and feely for some reason.
As Wakoko steps into the classroom and eyes, she asserts with absolute certainty, if such a thing is possible, that no one will be touchy and feely with her today. After all, that’s Junko Imeredala sitting by the desk stacked next to hers.
Junko: Grand Autismo 8 came out today.
As Wakoko sits, Junko is still trimming her nails, not even looking at her. Then she sniffs, sniffs, sniffs.
Junko: You took a bath. Good for you, good for you…
