[That bulletin board was no place for a poor, innocent tween. So that’s why Peacock is there! Sure, if anyone asks, she would vehemently deny reading any of this trash, but really, who couldn’t at least peruse it. It ain’t like she has any attachment to the bozos portrayed, so no love lost, right? Really, she had no excuse for reading it; she had to focus her mana, and really focus her inexperienced sight to read some of it. Honestly, she should have just accepted her blindness and cleaned up the place diligently, instead of making herself mad with countless pages of badly-executed smut.
Oh, well, at least it motivated her all the more to tear down and censor this place so righteously, right? … Eh, she’ll just say that justifies her.]
Yeah, yeah, we know already. Ya ain’t gotta keep yappin’ about it. Just keep cleanin’!
[Poor Kija is earning his comments from the peanut gallery, who, ironically enough, isn’t helping at all. The cyborg, clad in a maid outfit and leaning against her broom, sure is enjoying watching someone else do all the work. She smirks as she blindly oversees the work, tapping a metal foot and whistling a tune to herself, providing the poor bulletin cleaner a soundtrack to tear paper too.
But, when Kija finally comments on something new, Peacock’s whistling slows into a single low note as she quirks a brow. Well, now she’s just plain curious. The large, obnoxious text is easy for her mana senses to pick up even from afar, and the girl begins smiling a cruel, sharp-toothed grin.]
Oh, no… [She starts, shaking her head and clicking her tongue to the roof of her mouth numerous times, the caricature of someone with bad news.] Yep. That’s a curse if I’ve evah heard a’ one.
[Pulling herself off of her broom, Peacock whistles once more, casual yet grim, piping out the notes for the Funeral March. Smooth move, Peacock. Way to make new friends!]
C; rip!!!
Oh, well, at least it motivated her all the more to tear down and censor this place so righteously, right? … Eh, she’ll just say that justifies her.]
Yeah, yeah, we know already. Ya ain’t gotta keep yappin’ about it. Just keep cleanin’!
[Poor Kija is earning his comments from the peanut gallery, who, ironically enough, isn’t helping at all. The cyborg, clad in a maid outfit and leaning against her broom, sure is enjoying watching someone else do all the work. She smirks as she blindly oversees the work, tapping a metal foot and whistling a tune to herself, providing the poor bulletin cleaner a soundtrack to tear paper too.
But, when Kija finally comments on something new, Peacock’s whistling slows into a single low note as she quirks a brow. Well, now she’s just plain curious. The large, obnoxious text is easy for her mana senses to pick up even from afar, and the girl begins smiling a cruel, sharp-toothed grin.]
Oh, no… [She starts, shaking her head and clicking her tongue to the roof of her mouth numerous times, the caricature of someone with bad news.] Yep. That’s a curse if I’ve evah heard a’ one.
[Pulling herself off of her broom, Peacock whistles once more, casual yet grim, piping out the notes for the Funeral March. Smooth move, Peacock. Way to make new friends!]