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Anon understands the importance of regular practice, she finds it fun now, even!
But,
it's repetitive, and she's tired, and she's only now managed to convince Taki to let them all take a break.
And now she's bored during their break.
Social media is giving her absolutely nothing. Looking around the room, she can see Soyo and Taki talking about whatever, Tomori scribbling something in a notebook, and Rana still playing her guitar, because she only puts that thing down when she's eating.
Right, Rana and snacking. Anon bought something for her earlier, she simply conveniently forgot to take it out.
"Hey, Rana-chan!" Anon fishes around in her bag, easily finding the square-shaped box and holding it out for Rana to see, "Want some?"
Her pupils dilate immediately. It's kind of humorous to look at. Anon presents a box of matcha-flavored Pocky, the cheapest and most basic option she had by far. She'll get something better next time, probably.
Anon can hear Soyo complain, but she pays her no mind, too focused on the human-shaped cat heading her way all innocent-like, not bothering to let go of her guitar.
Rana reaches out, and Anon, just because she can, stands up and holds the box fully over Rana's head.
It's bratty, and childish, but the look of sheer betrayal on Rana's face is priceless, and only she gets to see it from where she is. A perfect little win for Anon.
It's not that practical. Rana doesn't seem to care about bumping her guitar into Anon, and Anon has to awkwardly stand on her tippy toes when Rana starts trying to jump for it.
The grumbling gets louder and so does Anon's bastard giggling.
"Man, Rana-chan. If you want it so bad, I guess you'll just have to ask real nicely. Or give me a li'l kiss, whichever one you want."
Anon was joking, obviously. She reasoned Rana would just bite her or something, she acts enough like a cat to do something like that, maybe.
But no, because if you present Rana with two options, one where she needs to speak and one where she doesn't, she'll do the latter without a second thought.
Which is how Anon foolishly ended up with Rana in her mouth.
Even if she was going to go for the kiss, Anon expected a simple peck to get it over with, or something along those lines. That's how her first kiss went, anyway, at a pajama party when she was 12. Those girls looked at her weird all throughout the rest of middle school.
Rana already tastes like matcha, and either her tongue is freakishly long or Anon doesn't know what she's doing.
She really doesn't. She froze as if she didn't put herself in this situation in the first place.
Rana drags her tongue against that stupid fang Anon has that someone made fun of once (she never got over it) and it takes all of her brainpower to not scream about it.
The most fucked part about this is the gut feeling that Rana's movements are practiced, somehow.
Anon only thinks of reciprocating when Rana pulls away, wiping her mouth and taking advantage of Anon's state to steal the Pocky out of her weak grip.
And then Rana skips away and Anon is aware of the world again.
Taki looks horrified. Soyo puts on the fakest voice Anon's ever heard from her yet and claims that she needs some fresh air, and she quickly walks out of the room. Tomori somehow looks both pale and incredibly flushed, which reasonably should look pink but she's made an entirely new colour never seen before by humans with her face instead.
And Rana's eating her snack, perfectly content.
It's all so overwhelming and mildly humiliating in a way, and Anon just...
Anon bursts out laughing, cackling uncontrollably until her stomach hurts and she doubles over, starting to cough her lungs out.
That breaks Tomori out of her haze, and she runs over with a water bottle in hand, trying to pass it to Anon as best as she can.
Anon calms down, mostly, and makes a mental note to herself to do this again sometime.