mychimeracalromance | [Micro Story & Journal Post]

Kiko looked at the Door Lock, as she used her lock pick set to get the door lock tumblers to sequence and unlock the Occult Club's club room.

'What could these airheads be up to...' She thought, as she heard the click. \

She put her tools away and slowly but surely carefully popped the door open, peaking her head in, since the club room, a retooled classroom that looked like someone with Victorian and 1980s sensibilities. In other words, it went together terribly.

Hrm. She slowly tiptoed in, no one was in.

'Weird.'

Kiki scoped around, checking around, and paused when she found a dumb pink diary listed finances, in a super girly script. She flicked through it as her eyes both widened and narrowed intermittently, her eyebrows raising.

Unfortunately, for her, she didn't notice the silent hissing of a strong but potent pink perfume fill the room.

It was some time later, when a classmate found her, eye swirling, speaking gibberish.

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Journal Post

[Private to Renate]

Something is definitely going on with those girls, boss!

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... perfume.

Is... is that because you're sensitive or do they just have some sort of spy level knock-out perfume?

I think it might be Column A and Column B.

But holy shit, even with that rich bitch, those girls are like.

They're all lesbians, right?

So they're not doing compensated dating, but that's the only way they could be, but.

Ugh. My head hurts.

Damn, I was hoping we could sneak all of this stuff out. But it looks like direct is probably the only way to go. I could probably just. Bluntly ask them. Or send someone to yell at them.

... but does that mean they're being funded by someone else?

You need anything though? I can pop into your dorm if you don't think you can get something yourself.

Maybe? But they were like getting huge lump sum payments, but half of it was in English and in this form of English I've never seen before.

Uh. I dunno, I have a throbbing headache and I want a big bowl of fish and noodles??

So ibuprofen and food?

What the hell? But... no names?

Alright. I'll be there in a bit,

If they were, it was the English I couldn't read.

After a few more minutes, there's a tapping at your window, Kiki. And the strong smell of fish coming from outside.

"Oy, lemme in."

::Your favorite catgirl slinks over to the window and pops it open.::

Is that what I think it is~?

He slides in, pulling the bag off his back and revealing a large container of fish and noodles.

"It is, yeah. You seem to be holding up fine."

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I still have a ricocheting headache and stuff.

::Goes to grab gloves to carefully grab the container in case it's hot.::

So, why you going all stealth segment?

"Here? I dunno. Didn't feel like signing in somewhere is all."

It's pretty hot. Nearly fresh.

"Hope it's okay. Got it from Blue, so I hope it's good."

::Trots to put it down on her table of collected shit. Cards. Stuff a catgirl would like. Wrestling and luchador stuff.::

Ya sure know how to get a lady's heart, Boss. Is this just you being extra generous or you need something?

"Little bit of the extra generous. I already got what I wanted, so you should get a little bit of a reward."

Well, if you need me to do anything else, you know what to do.

::Grins as she slaps the window down. Girl is gonna have them noodles and fish.::

"Ask nicely and offer compensation?"

He plops down, producing a notebook and starts writing.

"Know anyone who does english? I'm not good at it at all."

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