Now, knowing that. Envision with me. If you will. The clamor of an entire 6 to 10 people strong herd of high school weebs with 3 boxes of pocky to share and naught else save their raging teen hormones and half developed prefrontal cortexes. Yeah.

Needless to say it was a complete shit show of awkward weebish proportions Missa and I "kissed" in the sense that he absolutely was using it as an excuse for that and I was absolutely like "Oh I'm gonna win this for SURE" <--- IDIOT UNDERESTIMATING MY "GOOD CHRISTIAN" BESTIE <3