a very, very very very very important audio post

[glazedandconfused]

[Were you having a nice, quiet morning, Smash Academy? Well, you're not anymore, because at some ungodly hour only utilized by people who wake up at balls o' clock to work out, a shriek comes over the network.]

EVERYBODY NEEDS TO WAKE UP RIGHT NOW.

IT'S RAINING DONUTS.

[That's it, that's the post.]

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[glazedandconfused]

MORE THAN THREE BUT LESS THAN FIVE????

I COULDN'T HELP IT, THEY'RE ALL JUST FLOATING!!!!

[forgetbeam]

THEN YOU HAD FOUR.

...

YOU ATE FOUR DONUTS FIRST THING IN THE MORNING?!

[glazedandconfused]

I'LL SWIM IT OFF!!

[forgetbeam]

YOU CAN'T SWIM OFF INDIGESTION! YOU'RE GOING TO FEEL TOO ILL TO FOCUS PROPERLY IN CLASS!

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

IF YOU DON'T STOP MAKIN' MY HEAD HURT I'LL PUT YA BACK TO BED MYSELF!!

...THE HELL'RE YOU SCREAMIN' 'BOUT ANYWAY?

[glazedandconfused]

OOWADA, TELL ISHIMARU THAT I'M FINE AND I'M GOING SWIMMING TO WORK OFF THE FOUR DONUTS AND THAT HE'S NOT MY MOM!!!!

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

WHAT

[glazedandconfused]

SAKURA AND I ARE GOING TO WORK OUT AND ISHIMARU'S NOT MY MOM!!!!

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

DON'T INVOLVE ME IN YOUR COUPLE'S SPAT

[forgetbeam]

THIS CAN BE SETTLED RIGHT NOW. ASAHINA, I'M RESTRICTING YOU TO THE NURSE'S OFFICE FOR THE REST OF THE MORNING!

[glazedandconfused]

TOO LATE WE'RE ALREADY GONE SEE YOU IN CLASS!!!

[forgetbeam]

NICE TRY, BUT YOU WOULD NOT BE ON THE NETWORK IF YOU WERE GONE!

[glazedandconfused]

[The following shout comes not from the network, but shouted as someone thuds past Ishimaru's room and continues down the hall.]

YOU'RE TOO SLOOOOOOOOW

[forgetbeam]

[that is the sound

the foreboding pitter-patter

of RUNNING IN THE HALLS OH HELL NAW

He yanks the door open no matter how not ready Mondo is for the hall lights to flood the dorm and hollers out after her.]

YOU'VE REALLY CROSSED THE LINE!!

[Wait... what was that about a couple's spat-]

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Ahh... Such a pain in the ass sometimes...

[He looks outside, and spots... a... fleet of floating donuts?]

BRO! THE DONUTS! THEY'RE... THEY'RE FLOATING!!!

[A little late there, dude.]

[forgetbeam]

HOW CAN THERE BE SO MANY OF THEM...?

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

LOOK OUT!!! IT'S HEADED STRAIGHT FOR YOUR-

[squish]

HEAD...

[shyhacker]

[There is a very foreign (and pathetic attempt at) yelling from the door]

I'M SORRY BUT KEEP IT DOWN THERE.

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

[Was that... Chihiro?]

MY BAD!

[forgetbeam]

[Indeed, it is the slowest, most dramatic of squishes as the floating pastry forcefully attaches itself to the porcupine living on Kiyotaka's head. But he is too surprised by the unexpected yelling from behind Chihiro's door to overreact to the donut (FOR NOW).]

WE--

WE WILL BE MUCH QUIETER...

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

[Mondo looks back at Kiyotaka from the doorway and just... he can't... help... but...

laugh.]

GAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

[forgetbeam]

THAT ISN'T BEING QUIET AT ALL!

[But neither is he, really. He peels the donut off his hair, leaving behind a bright pink stain of icing all over the top of his head, and frowns profusely all the while. Don't mind him, he's just gonna push his way back into the dorm and make a break for the bathroom sink.]

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

[Mondo is too awake to go back to sleep now. He pulls the covers off and scoots out of bed, the aftermath of his laughter still lingering in the form of light chuckles.]

Sure got creamed back there! What flavor was it? Did ya get a taste?

[He follows him to the bathroom, not realizing he has at least three messy donuts stuffed halfway in his pomp.]

[forgetbeam]

There is absolutely no way I'm going to eat one of them! Especially not before a real breakfast!

[To drive the point home, he drops the donut into the trash. Or into the air over the trash. It kind of floats there for a while until he pushes it down manually and then leans over the sink.

HIS ENTIRE MORNING ROUTINE IS THROWN OFF AND IT'S GONNA THROW HIM OFF this is terrible. At least the process of rinsing icing out of his hair isn't going to take too long. Half a minute at the most.]

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Come on, bro, I was pullin' your leg!

Mondo leans against the doorframe and watches Kiyotaka wash his hair in the sink, but kept his eyes wandering back over to the trash can every once in a while in case the donut rebelled against its smelly grave.]

...Still, though. Flying donuts? Ain't Asahina even weirded out a bit here? If she eats too many of 'em, SHE might start floatin' too.

[...He shouldn't even joke about that. It could really happen.]