[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub]Yes, Essie was late. Dodging some of whatever that hooligan Fernando was spraying -- shaving cream, was it? -- the brunette came up alongside Aztec. She was holding her back in front of her as she tried to shove her math book into it, and a nearly silent curse passed her lips as it continued to get stuck on the fabric. "Morning, babe," she greeted Az without looking up and therefor missing Akemi completely, far too focused on the issue at hand. "What's up?"
//whispers ninja'd by the worst possible post everr