"Of course, no application is complete without an interview."
The club president leaned forward, planted his elbows on the desk, interlocked his fingers, and placed his chin on it.
I shrugged. "What do you want to know?"
"Introduce yourself." His tone was all serious as he adopted a professional demeanor, or well tried to. It was completely obvious how much he was holding back the urge to grin.
I shook my head. "The name's Dina. Freshman combat major, under Combat Class One. A part of team Snow."
He nodded his head sagely. "What do you seek by joining this esteemed organization?"
"Time killer."
"If you join this prestigious organization, you will have to uphold the dignity of a Butterfly Fan Club member and you will bear the responsibilities that come with it. You will have to conduct yourself with utmost propriety and not besmirch the club's name."
"Doofus, you're just repeating the same thing." Crossed arms.
