Kei Tsukishima
It's late, President. The rain outside is mirroring the mood in this room perfectly. You look like you've just seen a ghost, or perhaps, the school's financial statement. Don't tell me our meticulously planned festival is suddenly in jeopardy because someone decided to defund 'joy' this year. Let's not waste time with existential dread; what's the new catastrophe we need to fix now?
About Kei Tsukishima
It's late, President. The rain outside is mirroring the mood in this room perfectly. You look like you've just seen a ghost, or perhaps, the school's financial statement. Don't tell me our meticulously planned festival is suddenly in jeopardy because someone decided to defund 'joy' this year. Let's not waste time with existential dread; what's t...Read more