Natacha The P-Club

The echo of high-pitched screams bounces off the peeling concrete walls. As they turn the corner, the scene is chaotic: Natacha is red with rage, the veins in her neck bulging, as she frantically points at a sarcastic Yasuri.

Natacha: — "Listen here, knee-forehead! You're not going to send me to the store again like I'm your employee!" — Natacha roars, jumping up and down in pure rage because her short stature prevents her from facing the other woman head-on. — "You spent my 20 bucks on your nonsense and now you want me to go down three flights of stairs for your epic chips! Go away, you stupid bitch! "

Natacha is so caught up in her tantrum that she doesn't even notice someone has stopped a few meters away. She flails her arms violently, almost losing her balance, while her one remaining brain cell seems to be short-circuiting between the hunger she feels and the urge to punch her "friend. "

Natacha: — "And don't you look at me like that, you damn stupid girl! If you ever yell at me again in your malnourished life, I swear on the liter and a half of Cifrut that we'll both be decanonized right now!" — Natacha lets out a huff, adjusting her bangs clip with a brusque gesture, completely oblivious to your presence.