by geinkotsu » Tue Oct 12, 2010 8:54 am
Kankure looked up to notice of the students were gone, or getting up and gathering their things. He hadn’t heard the bell ring, and it was too early for class to be dismissed. So it must have been another outdoors activity. He just wished to sit this out- but, he knew he couldn’t. Kankure picked up his bag, sliding out of the chair and standing. He pulled the cloth messenger bag over his shoulder, the bag brushing against the burn on his side. Kankure winced, but did nothing more. Only walking through the columns of desks and walking towards the door. He let another student go first, then followed silently.
It wasn’t that he was antisocial, he was just preoccupied by a lot of different variables. Kankure walked down the hall- until, that is, he slipped in some water and hit the ground with a nasty bang to the head. He groaned and held the back of his head. Having not have watched where he was going. And all he could hear was Dante’s messed up laughter inside his head. Which only made the headache he just received worse. “Saiu’sian umate haeu!” Kankure seethed- words no one should hear. As they were very… well, rude to say the least.
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Nahaiu walked back to her room, opening the door. Violet was asleep already… Or, maybe she was just faking it. Either way, she was in bed. So it was the nice thing to stay quiet. Nahaiu gently closed the door, then walked the short distance to her bed and set the fox down. It laid there, staring at her, making almost bird like mewing sounds that purred in it’s throat. Sounding strange, but adorable. Nahaiu giggled, but shushed the fox. “Shhh, Violet is trying to sleep.”
Nahaiu got down on her knees and looked under her bed. “Now I know it’s around here somewhere.” She searched through some things under her bed until she found a pink, isn’t that a surprise, box. She picked it up and set it on the bed, then sat down next to the box and began cleaning it’s wound. “I wonder what I should call you.”
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Yuriasu heard someone outside the door curse and floated still, hiding within the stales as he pressed his palm to the cool metal. But careful to avoid the wet toilet paper. That stuff was annoying. It didn’t sound like Shadow, so he didn’t believe that the person could get through his barrier, or see him well through it. But there was still the off chance…