An elegant room decorated in red velvet, background to the sound of strikes, someone's whimpering and angry shouting.
"You! Stupid fool!"
The bamboo sword used to deliver the blows finally breaks.
"I have no excuses to offer," croaks out the recipient, a short man wearing giant boxing gloves, standing on one knee, head bent.
Stiletto is sitting cross-legged in an exquisite chair, not even observing the scene. An old man in a butler's clothing is pouring her tea. Eyes closed, Stiletto raises her cup, takes a sip as the dressing-down continues.
A muscular, blond man in white clothes roars at the green-haired man from the first memory, wielder of the now-broken bamboo sword.
"Not only did you allow that transfer student who mocked Lady ███████ to escape, you failed to confiscate that scissor as ordered! Mistakes made by the club you run are your mistakes, ██████████!"
The green-haired man answers annoyedly, throwing himself into a chair, legs on a table before him, drapes his arms on the back of the chair. His manner overall is very cocky and irreverent.
"That's why I'm disciplinin' him!"
He throws the remnant of the sword at the wall, then lounges back in the chair, smirking smugly.
"If so, your Disciplinary Committee's mistake in allowing Lady ███████ to be mocked is yours then, █████████."
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memory #4 (fukuroda's punishment)
Date: 2021-03-26 04:38 pm (UTC)"You! Stupid fool!"
The bamboo sword used to deliver the blows finally breaks.
"I have no excuses to offer," croaks out the recipient, a short man wearing giant boxing gloves, standing on one knee, head bent.
Stiletto is sitting cross-legged in an exquisite chair, not even observing the scene. An old man in a butler's clothing is pouring her tea. Eyes closed, Stiletto raises her cup, takes a sip as the dressing-down continues.
A muscular, blond man in white clothes roars at the green-haired man from the first memory, wielder of the now-broken bamboo sword.
"Not only did you allow that transfer student who mocked Lady ███████ to escape, you failed to confiscate that scissor as ordered! Mistakes made by the club you run are your mistakes, ██████████!"
The green-haired man answers annoyedly, throwing himself into a chair, legs on a table before him, drapes his arms on the back of the chair. His manner overall is very cocky and irreverent.
"That's why I'm disciplinin' him!"
He throws the remnant of the sword at the wall, then lounges back in the chair, smirking smugly.
"If so, your Disciplinary Committee's mistake in allowing Lady ███████ to be mocked is yours then, █████████."