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His sunshine aura was back on. “Hey! I didn’t know you will hurt me like this! Did you call me here to insult me?” Ralph kept his hand on his chest pretended to be hurt. “Stop your nonsense, b*tch! You came here on your own. I didn’t call you today!” Brain replied casually before switching on his laptop again. “Another attack! Looks like you woke up and choose violence today! I thought we were friends. You said you were in a good mood” Ralph pretended to be hurt by his actions.

Walking into the bathroom, I look at my reflection and instantly cringe. "What the fuck!" I hear Rina laughing and go back into her room. I glare at her and all she does is laugh even harder. "What the fuck is this Rina!?" I pointed to my forehead furiously. "Your forehead." She stated shrugging as if this means nothing at all. "I mean what the fuck is on it!" "Your personality." She said smirking. "So this was your great idea?" "One of many." She laughed looking at my forehead again. It was great to see her laughing again but come on!

He placed both his hands to cover his sides. Penelope bit the inside of her cheek to try to not laugh. She coughed to cover it up. “Yeah… Sure.” She said and faced her desktop. She closed her eyes and hit her head lightly with her fist. “I’m such an idiot.” She muttered to herself and then got back to work. ***

she couldn't help but growl in frustration that was not a good advice. " you do realize I rubbed mud on a multibillionaire's suit ". Emma stated. "You assaulted luxury fabric." Emma turned to glare at Kristie . "I didn’t assault anything. It was an accident!". "An accident that involved a billionaire’s patience and his probably expensive suit ," Kristie shot back sipping her soda slowly. " …Okay, but I didn’t know he was my new boss." "That’s the part that makes it funnier. You insulted your future paycheck."

I blinked a couple of times, trying to process the sheer audacity of it. Raising my hand, I typed out a reply, “Nicolas, you are a complete and utter piece of trash.” Then, without hesitating, I blocked him.

His voice echoed with righteous fury, but his dramatic gesture was cut short by a tragic misstep. In a moment of pure indignation, he slammed his hand down on the table to emphasize his point—and immediately tripped over his own pants leg. With all the grace of a clumsy giraffe, he toppled forward and his face plunged straight into the meatballs. "Well, at least I’m testing the elasticity firsthand," he muttered, trying to salvage his dignity as he pulled his face out of the glob of suspicious meatball mush. When he finally lifted his head, he realized the horrifying truth: the meatball had left an eerily perfect round imprint on his forehead. He could already imagine the headlines: "Kinderg

She jerked my hands away and hound over me. "Do you realise what blunder you just created by using your brainless skull?"She pressed her forefinger on my forehead. Not again! "No I can't see any blunder and for your kind information I have a brain which you have been eating for last ten minutes by your useless rants.In fact Almighty forgot to install a brain in your pretty head when he was busy carving out your perfect physical beauty and I am being honest with each word I spoke."I rubbed her insults with double interest on her face.

As I am about to walk, I would have turned to the right out of the main entrance so that I could just wait for Mitchelle there, unfortunately, I collided with another idiot which makes my temper rises. “Are you stupid or blind? Didn’t you learn how to look at what you are going through?” I curse under my breath as I massage my forehead down to the bridge of my nose as it is the most affected part that hits his body. Geez, in my entire life living this boring World. This is the first time I feel the pain except for the day of my past. Gosh, we just bumped into each other and now my anger arises seeing him turning his back at me. An idiot and ill-breed human! I will teach you a lesson, d*ckhea

She bent forward just as I straightened. Our foreheads collided with a sickening crack that sent stars circling behind my eyes. “Oh, my fucking world,” I groaned. “Ouch!” She staggered back, both hands pressed to her forehead. I clutched my forehead with one hand, my eye with the other, breathing through the pain radiating through my skull. This had to be karma. Some cosmic punishment for being an asshole, delivered via physical comedy that would’ve been funny if it didn’t hurt so much.

I'm stomping my bare feet now and the fact that it hurt made me stomp harder. "I can assure you that there most certainly is no insect in that or any of my other orifices." The haughty,insulted tone made me turn and look at him.His face was a mask of displeasure and indignation,a look that is incongruous on his bear face,and I burst out laughing,the spate of temper all but dissipating.