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>be Anon
>sit at your laptop in class
>thankfully Mr. Tsuki allowed it after partially losing his sight trying to figure out your chicken markings
>use a mouse because getting a carpal tunnel from using a trackpad isn't a way you'd like to die
>get tapped on the shoulder
>it's your bro Naser, standing beside
>"hey can I look something up really quick"
>thankfully you clear all your Saturnia tabs and completely nuke the history everyday before school
>"sure thing FWR"
>"I told you not to call me that"
>He grumpily sits beside you and reaches for the keyboard
>whatthefuck.jpg
>his hands are covered in fucking cheetos
>and he's about to ruin your perfectly fine keyboard
>you thought better of him
>fight or flight, yell or concede, what do you do
>no, you've got a better idea
>as quickly as a snake and as precisely as lee harvey oswald you slap Naser's hand that was reaching for the keyboard
>in fact you slap it so hard Naser completely loses balance and almost falls off a chair
>"what the F-.. What are you doing, Anon?!"
>"Can you at LEAST wipe your fingers before using my computer?!"
>Naser looks at you in utter confusion. You point your head on his fingers.
>He realizes what's up and does a facepalm so hard you'd think his crest pop off and fly into a wall from it.
>"Anon... that's just how fingers look"
>what
>"We've known each other for MONTHS how did you not notice?!"
>you look at his fingers once again
>yeah, it really is how they look
>on one hand it's embarassing
>on the other hand, you really need to make a nickname for him based on those cheeto fingers
>be Anon
>sit at your laptop in class
>thankfully Mr. Tsuki allowed it after partially losing his sight trying to figure out your chicken markings
>use a mouse because getting a carpal tunnel from using a trackpad isn't a way you'd like to die
>get tapped on the shoulder
>it's your bro Naser, standing beside
>"hey can I look something up really quick"
>thankfully you clear all your Saturnia tabs and completely nuke the history everyday before school
>"sure thing FWR"
>"I told you not to call me that"
>He grumpily sits beside you and reaches for the keyboard
>whatthefuck.jpg
>his hands are covered in fucking cheetos
>and he's about to ruin your perfectly fine keyboard
>you thought better of him
>fight or flight, yell or concede, what do you do
>no, you've got a better idea
>as quickly as a snake and as precisely as lee harvey oswald you slap Naser's hand that was reaching for the keyboard
>in fact you slap it so hard Naser completely loses balance and almost falls off a chair
>"what the F-.. What are you doing, Anon?!"
>"Can you at LEAST wipe your fingers before using my computer?!"
>Naser looks at you in utter confusion. You point your head on his fingers.
>He realizes what's up and does a facepalm so hard you'd think his crest pop off and fly into a wall from it.
>"Anon... that's just how fingers look"
>what
>"We've known each other for MONTHS how did you not notice?!"
>you look at his fingers once again
>yeah, it really is how they look
>on one hand it's embarassing
>on the other hand, you really need to make a nickname for him based on those cheeto fingers