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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[butterbelieveamanspromise]

[Oh, sup mirror, who's that badass- OH GOD HOW DID HIS HAIR GET SO INFESTED WITH DONUTS SO QUICK?? Mondo looks horrified for all of two seconds and then grimaces at his own reflection and raises a hand to pluck one of the pastries out. It appears to be one lone timbit.

He makes a face at the single timbit. He tosses the timbit in the trash.]

I didn't even notice... Why the hell are there so many?

[He's feeling up his hair and looks kind of disturbed because he's feeling way more donuts than he expected there to be. It's like hammerspace for donuts.]

THIRTEEN DONUTS?! I GOT A BAKER'S DOZEN IN HERE!!

[forgetbeam]

If you kept your hair respectably short like mine, this wouldn't have happened!

[And then, after a second, he just has to add:]

...Bronut.

[He looks SO PROUD OF HIMSELF for thinking of that on the fly what a little shit.]

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

[Mondo looked like he was about to get mad. Or at least, more irate than he was already growing to be. But then, his face changed into a grin and he hooks his arm around Kiyotaka's neck and ruffles his wet head.]

You piece of shit! Usin' a time like this to reprimand my hair! Case ya didn't know, this school's dress code is fully acceptin' of my cool 'do! Perfectly respectable!

[A donut falls out of the projection of hair he just called a cool 'do.]

[forgetbeam]

It's hardly respectable right now!

[He ducks out of Mondo's grip and plucks another timbit out of his pompadour, holding it up as though to prove his point. Then it's into the trash with that thing.]

Wash your hair. I need to make sure Asahina doesn't float away!

[AND STICK HER SORRY ASS IN DETENTION. You don't run in the halls right outside his door that is a grave offense.]

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Right! Go get 'er, man! The shower's mine.

[forgetbeam]

If only I had known that you would be awake this early! I would have waited to join you...!

[Is he seriously regretting this. Yes he is.]

Tomorrow then! For now, I'm off!

[Ha ha sorry Mondo looks like you're waking up bright and early again tomorrow. Wanna fight about it TOO BAD HE'S LEAVIN'.]

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Hey! Don't be-

[And then he's gone. Join him? It's not like they were shy about baring all to each other, and they've bathed together numerous times, so it wouldn't be TOO weird. Why is it even weird? Is it the enclosed space of this Western-style shower? His eagerness to join in? Mondo decides to stop thinking too hard about it. More importantly, there's no way he's gonna be forced up at this hour again. Sometimes, bro, reiteration: you're kind of a pain in the ass. Whatever, time for a nice hot shower. He'll deal with him later.]