I'm making the opposite of progress So after our Faunus sensitivity meeting yesterday, I went on with my day trying to go on with my life. Here's how my next day went down.
 
A bunch of faunus's were stairing at me as I ate animal shaped chicken nuggets outside the meeting room. 

I called my annoying dog faunus neighbor a fleabag and mutt as we were hauling insults at one another.

While practicing my crossbow training, one of my arrows accidently struck a faunus in the tail, When she got angry at me I replied," Just grow another one." I then earned that faunus's can't regrow their faunus parts.

Whatever the opposite of progress is, I'm making it.


