♜ MISAKI KYOUU ♜
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[female] [fifteen] [crush; Mordecai] [tags; mordecai]
Misaki bit the inside of her cheek, perhaps a bit harshly, as her crimson orbs studied the gym around her. She did, however, refuse to leave Mordecai's side. For some reason she felt like he was trustworthy, and she didn't make decisions like that without actually thinking of any possible outcome. She wasn't stupid, over her long period of working in the army she had grown accustomed to judging people, and just by the look on his face she felt he was at least somewhat noble. "I'm not sure what that... bear was. Regardless, we should search the school for clues or something -- walk around, you know? I don't personally like the ominous feeling it leaves in my chest, I need to know something, I don't like being left in the dark." she then turned to him, crimson eyes staring up into his own as she held a stern face. "I can trust you, right, Mordecai?" she asked, perhaps a bit stubbornly. How she could trust someone so recklessly would be misunderstood, but she felt that he was trustworthy. "If so, then I will personally make you my assistant." her lips curved slightly in a smirk, and her voice held a hint of happy emotion behind it. She wasn't one to express much emotion, but she did at times, and when she did it was sometimes unexpected.
✖ AYATO SEICHI ✖
▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ultimate joker▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓
[male] [sixteen] [crush; soon to be Ryouko] [tags; ]
Sighing softly as he was left alone, he rubbed the back of his neck, scratching at it softly as he watched Ryouko leave through the gym's double doors. He felt a tugging in his chest to follow her, but he pushed it back. Only idiots listened to their heart, eh? Shoving his hands in his pockets, he narrowed his violet eyes and headed towards the exit himself. He figured if he was going to be stuck in here, he might as well find his room and make it his own, settle down. So he made his way down the hall, pulling out his stupid little device and looking at it. Finding his room, he followed the map to his room and pushed the door open. Narrowing his eyes, he scanned it's contents and leaned against the now closed door. "At least the room's are nice. Actually, I don't think I've ever stayed in a room like this before." he chuckled softly. Approaching the bed, he threw himself down on it and stared up at the ceiling, releasing a sigh he didn't realize he was holding. He stared at the ceiling wondering to himself how his life had come to this, why he was stuck here with a bunch of idiots, and why he couldn't leave. He also wondered why he couldn't remember much from the past aside from the fact he knew he had a family, a mom, a dad, he knew a lot of things, but there were large gaps in his memory that burned, ached to be found out. It was like an itch at the back of your throat you just couldn't itch. Persistent, aching, burning, and he couldn't reach it. The thought infuriated him. One of the only things that irritated him more than picky, irksome people, it was not knowing something, or the feeling of being left in the dark.