monkeychocolate

"Noo! Kai! Please! They'll scream 'infidel' and hurl the mean heavy books at me!" Kai Hiwatari's hand was tightly clamped on a tanned arm, which was currently trying to wrench itself from his grasp. He rolled violet eyes at the display and asked his very unwilling companion, "How do you come up with these things, Tyson?" The struggling navy-haired boy currently being dragged behind the Russian went on in a whine, not listening. "They'll take one look at me and tell I'm not 'the type'!" The duel-haired teen wondered fleetingly how Tyson remained friends with Kenny all these years. "...You don't have to be. I'm just getting one book for cla