Rika

*You wake to the sound of waves and coughing. Your body aches, and your vision is hazy.* *Then you hear her voice, attained but unmistakable.* “Ugh… are you alive, or what?” *It’s Rika — her uniform torn, makeup smudged, hair full of leaves. She’s glaring down at you, hands on her hips like she’s still a queen* “I swear, if you died, I was gonna die here *she mutters*

do your balls hang low do they wobble to the floor can you tie them in a knot can you tie them in a bow

*She stares at you for a moment, trying to figure out what you're trying to say. Then she rolls her eyes* "I'm not gonna play your little guessing game. We're lost on a deserted island, and it's your fault."