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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2014 1:11 pm
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Hey Ghoulfriend
It wasn't until the next day that Needle even noticed that her books had been tampered with. It wasn't until Language arts actually, when she was asked to read a poem from page 27.
She stood up, opened her book...and went silent. Her pale face grew progressively darker as a blush set in, partially due to the embarrassment of not having the proper textbook, but also because of a very full, clear view of certain male reproductive anatomy that was glowing at her from the page.
"Is something wrong, Needle?" The Professor asked, sounding annoyed that she wasn't doing as was asked.
"No." She confirmed, her expression and voice unchanging from its usual unreadable - well, if it weren't for the glowing red blush on her ghostly cheeks. "No." She repeated again, quieter, as her face tilted down to stare at the page. "Definitely not." She sat back down without giving an explanation, but was pretty strangely focused on her book for the rest of class...
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All of her books were like that, apparently. And they all had that Oh-vee-oh card on them.
It was a rather familiar looking emoji...
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She still couldn't find her own textbooks, though. And she'd read all of the BL manga he had slipped into her modest library. Now she was bored, so now his payback would come swiftly. But first, she had some shopping to do.
And some books on pranking to read.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 6:42 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 7:15 am
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Hey Ghoulfriend
It was Needle's turn to let out a whine of distress, but hers was a little delayed: first she searched her whole room, looking for any clothing that didn't sport the handsome Reaper's face, and when nothing was found, she gave off a low, mournful whine. Finally she held up one of the t-shirts, staring at the overly attractive face while hers had set into grim resignation, and shrugged it on.
It was long enough to cover all that needed covering, she discovered with a rather impressed smile, posing for herself in her recently acquired mirror, her mask balanced on top of her head for the time being. She tilted her head, looking over her shoulder at her back, and gave a thoughtful hum.
That day at school, Needle showed up in a large printed t-shirt with a piece of torn fabric around her middle in a fake obi, and nothing else.
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She was good until she got her clothing back, of course.
And then she systematically stole every single one of his blue suits, hiding them away in her sister's room for now.
Just for the day, my darkling her note read, taped to the door of his closet.
But she also swapped his condiments with hot sauces from wasabi to hellish, which was likely only noticeable when it was her self-appointed days to cook for him (something she had demanded months ago, and gleefully continued).
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 8:21 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 9:10 am
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