It's an obsession.
And like, everyone knows. He's not really discreet with how often he visits there. No wonder Maka hates him so much.
Ugh, this is so unfair! Stupid old pervert and his unwillingness to let the boy do what he wants . . . .
It is not an obsession .ᐟ
Why does he know that .ᐣ And he's going for the booze .ᐟ Not the women, though they are lovely and quite friendly . . Still .ᐟ They expect it, and it's a proper place for it. A school is *not .ᐟ Case dismissed, detention it is.
His obsession with his own daughter is bad enough.
And hold it in???? Doesn't he visit that cabaret club often to pay to hit on women and get drunk? That's way worse than Black☆Star just shouting about himself from the top of the school!
Creep .ᐣ .ᐟ He didn't even say anything bad .ᐟ
So what .ᐣ Plenty of guys managed to 'hold it in', Spirit included. If he's horny, doesn't mean he has to shout it from the rooftops. That such a foreign concept .ᐣ
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. . . . What a creep.
If no one helps, it'll only get worse. And if it gets worse, 𝙝𝙚 gets worse. And does the school really need a hormonal teen tearing the place up? Even more than usual, obviously.
She is .ᐟ No doubt about it, his darling Maka is the biggest star .ᐟ
No one needs to hear about Black Star's inability to not be horny, please. He needs to keep it in his pants — literally AND metaphorically. It's not like anyone would help the guy regardless.
No way she's more important than a superstar like him.
It's not vulgar, it's the truth! And anyone would want to hear any little tidbit of info they can about the best meister at DWMA.
Nooope. Maka's more important, obviously, so he's 𝙝𝙚𝙧 friend.
𝙉obody needs to hear that. Especially not the second part — why is he so damn vulgar all the time .ᐣ
Hey, don't get it twisted; Maka is 𝙝𝙞𝙨 friend, not the other way around!
And he can't get detention right now! He hasn't done anything yet! That, and he still hasn't let the entirety of the school know about how bored and horny he is yet.
Really?!
Then don't mind him grabbing the bucket, lifting it to his lips . . . . and tilting it back.
It's disappearing down his throat as easily as water would. And he's still finding the time to chew at absurd speeds––
》The later into the night it gets, the harder it is to fight my personal demons
This is a losing battle, and I'm afraid of what'll happen when horny brain wins––
Don't give him that kind of power. He'll end up grabbing that entire bucket and demolishing it in no time.
He'll just try to pace himself with another messily eaten handful.
Cue the boy shoving his hand into the bucket up to his wrist, snagging out a fistful of of popcorn and scarfing it down.
Didn't spill a kernel, strangely enough.