Post by Akira Nakajima on Mar 5, 2014 16:01:39 GMT -5
Now, anybody and everybody that was well within their right mind and didn't have some sort of morality stick jabbed two feet up their rectum enjoyed free things. That was just a simple fact of life: The best things were the free ones. Usually, anyway. Often times, the phrase “you get what you paid for” applied. However, when it came to media, free stuff was the best stuff, usually because it was acquired for free, rather than simply being free. Akira was no stranger to putting on a figurative eyepatch and sailing on a sea of ethernet and radio waves to find things, if he happened to be short on cash or just wanted a good demo. That said, free physical goods were always great in his book. He could just back them up if they were worth keeping. If not? Bribing goods with certain parties around the school.
Anyway, the crossdresser had every intention of cashing in on the offer that Takeda had made during the first major battle that the Users had come together for- the battle of the bulging Grim Squeaker, which managed to blow himself up. Good times, good times. It wasn't until after the Schoolgirl Slasher died, and they all drank (and he learned he couldn't get drunk, much to his chagrin and despair) that he made a definite note to come by to the Mangamax installation and get free crap. Takeda assured him the offer was good, so long as it wasn't Sunday and wasn't after four. Good news, since he was popping up at about three-thirty on a Saturday. Amazing timing, really. Though it was planned, so it couldn't quite be called “timing”.
”This is a stick-up!” The boy in drag declared in a forceful, but still feminine, voice as he slung the door open. He had checked beforehand, but nobody else was in. All he had seen was the redhead. Barging in, he then just smiled. ”Just kidding. Did I scare you?” The crossdresser asked with a sweet smile as he strolled further in, completely at ease. He just did something completely ridiculous, but he did not appeared concerned or apologetic at the least. No, he did it for amusement and to see how the redhead would react.
While he was dressed casually, he still dressed well. A black blouse was his primary layer for a top, though the body of it was hidden by a gray vest. The sleeves of the blouse reached to his wrists, free of the sleeveless vest. His skirt utilized a pattern of diagonal criss-crosses of red and black. They reached almost to his knees, and his thigh-highs, naturally reached well up into the forbidden depths of the skirt. His black pumps finished the ensemble on a darker note. He had to hope he didn't dress too well. It'd be bad if some weird otaku-pervert tried to stalk him. Not that he would know about that type of person. At all. Nope. Nosiree.
”I hope your day has gone well and not-boringly.” He finally offered as he stepped up to the counter, just smiling and pushing his glasses up.
Anyway, the crossdresser had every intention of cashing in on the offer that Takeda had made during the first major battle that the Users had come together for- the battle of the bulging Grim Squeaker, which managed to blow himself up. Good times, good times. It wasn't until after the Schoolgirl Slasher died, and they all drank (and he learned he couldn't get drunk, much to his chagrin and despair) that he made a definite note to come by to the Mangamax installation and get free crap. Takeda assured him the offer was good, so long as it wasn't Sunday and wasn't after four. Good news, since he was popping up at about three-thirty on a Saturday. Amazing timing, really. Though it was planned, so it couldn't quite be called “timing”.
”This is a stick-up!” The boy in drag declared in a forceful, but still feminine, voice as he slung the door open. He had checked beforehand, but nobody else was in. All he had seen was the redhead. Barging in, he then just smiled. ”Just kidding. Did I scare you?” The crossdresser asked with a sweet smile as he strolled further in, completely at ease. He just did something completely ridiculous, but he did not appeared concerned or apologetic at the least. No, he did it for amusement and to see how the redhead would react.
While he was dressed casually, he still dressed well. A black blouse was his primary layer for a top, though the body of it was hidden by a gray vest. The sleeves of the blouse reached to his wrists, free of the sleeveless vest. His skirt utilized a pattern of diagonal criss-crosses of red and black. They reached almost to his knees, and his thigh-highs, naturally reached well up into the forbidden depths of the skirt. His black pumps finished the ensemble on a darker note. He had to hope he didn't dress too well. It'd be bad if some weird otaku-pervert tried to stalk him. Not that he would know about that type of person. At all. Nope. Nosiree.
”I hope your day has gone well and not-boringly.” He finally offered as he stepped up to the counter, just smiling and pushing his glasses up.