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Kyuki looked up at him. "I never said you did. I'm not that fast of judging people."
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He smiled. "Good."
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Kyuki smiled and kept walking to the art hall.
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Rath sighed and looked at her, trying to figure out any resemblence from the past or anything.
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Kyuki looked over at him and saw him staring. "....What?....." she asked.
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he blinked. "What?" he felt tired still, bit wondered what she had said before....if she said anything at all. "I'm sorry... just dazing." He jerked his head to the otherside and looked.
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Mika blinked then looked at the list. She stopped. "Ok...Heres' the art class.."
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He nodded and stopped as she did, still not looking her way but up at the room number.
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Kyuki smiled hthen pointed down the hall. "To Health we go!" she giggled.
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That's when he nodded and sighed, not really caring anymore.
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Kyuki looked up at him. "You're bored..."
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Rath stared for a moment then blinked. "Huh? No I'm not." He frowned at her. "Just tired, theres a differnce."
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"It's ok if you are. You don't have to hid it." she said looked at her feet.
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He looekd at her. "Well I'm not hiding anything, but you are." he smiled wickedly. "You like me. You keep looking down at your feet and not at me like a normal person." But then he frowned. "Or is it that you are embarressed to be hanging around a freak like me?" That's when he stopped and stared at her. "Which is it, darling?"
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Kyuki looked up at him. She stared. "Why would you think that?" she asked. "You're not a freak. Maybe I just really like my shoes." she said then looked at them. 'Damn...the one day I wear my old ones with duck-tape on them.' She looked back up. "Besides. Even if I did have a thing for you, it wouldn't matter. I have a boyfriend. And I have a good feeling that you do too. So why are you freaking out?!" she said and kinda spazzed at the last part.
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How I feel....