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- Posted: Sat, 26 Jan 2013 17:19:05 +0000
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AIMEE ROSE ANDERSON x x x x x x MISS CREATIVE
As Aimee's embarrassment grew, the undesired attention she was experiencing suddenly switched off of her and to the shattering of glass in a nearby direction. Her head whipped around, shiny blonde locks billowing behind her from the sudden jerk in movement. While she attempted to cover her wardrobe malfunction, tear-filled blue eyes locked with the tall figure who everyone was concentrated on. Adjusting her eyesight by discretely wiping away the tears she fought back, Aimee peered over to the subject who had everybody erupting in laughter. Eyes widening in surprise from what she just witnessed among her classmates. The famous Sanosuke, ladies man who was known to be suave and charming, tore the rear-end of his trousers to reveal humorous boxers that displayed distinct red hearts. Her heart stopped momentarily as she watched him stride towards her with a goofy grin. A grin she would normally scowl at in return; however, she stood there motionless, eyes wide like a china doll while her cheeks remained a pink hue.
His silky voice tickled the nape of her neck as Sano whispered into her ear, sending chills down her spine in which she only nodded in agreement, still at a loss for words. Why... why is he helping me? The actions he was taking didn't add up considering Aimee recalled showing mild hatred towards him for his promiscuous behavior. Averting her eyes from Sano in slight humiliation, her usual reaction to physical contact was nonexistent as Sano wrapped a single arm around her waist which completely covered the mishap with her dress. Unaware to the nonverbal threat Sano sent towards the three boys from earlier, Aimee looked up with gratitude; although, it probably wasn't noticed by Sano. As the two exited the room, his words sent her back into reality. "Ehh...? EHHHH!?" She stumbled clumsily as she looked at him in disbelief. Was this all a ploy for him to... to... She gulped nervously as she felt her cheeks once again turn a rosy red from her vivid imagination.
Finally, a soft sigh escaped her lips while fluttering her tired eyes shut, Aimee looking as though she was in deep thought. Begrudgingly she opened up her small black gem covered purse, negligent to the fact that Sano's hand was still around her waist firmly which could explain her hands fumbling with the small needle she was in search for, pricking her index finger accidentally. Instinctively, she placed her finger in her mouth to rid herself of the small bubble of crimson blood that formed, wincing from the slight pain. Designing clothes normally meant that Aimee carried a spare needle and some thread with her for occasions like this; however, she never imagined that she would also need to attend to someone else who was in a similar situation. "Uh...uhm..." Still running low on her usual prideful stature, she wiggled herself free of Sano's grasp, turning away from him as well while her shaky hands clung to the loose fabric on her dress.
She worked briskly, occasionally pricking her fingers from her irrational increased heart rate, becoming nervous from Sano's watchful eye. Never did Aimee sew in front of others, nor did she even consider fixing the attire of another. Thinking about having to sew Sano's trousers made her face flush even more as she grew flustered. As her nimble fingers began to finish their magic on her dress within moments, she turned back around to face Sano, unknowingly smiling in satisfaction as she created a pattern of a rose on the area that tore.
"W-well... er.." She paused as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, creating small wrinkles along her forehead before anxiety began washing over her. "It-it's not l-like I'm grateful to yeh or anything...!" She spat, trying to regain her confidence, averting her gaze from Sano, piercing her lips together as the inevitable was about to happen regardless. Truthfully, she felt indebted to the tall man with dark locks and earthy eyes that were strikingly golden. Disgruntled, she moved her previously pricked index finger, swirling it in a circular motion, ordering for Sano to turn around so she could asses the damage he inflicted on his pants to save her any further embarrassment.
His silky voice tickled the nape of her neck as Sano whispered into her ear, sending chills down her spine in which she only nodded in agreement, still at a loss for words. Why... why is he helping me? The actions he was taking didn't add up considering Aimee recalled showing mild hatred towards him for his promiscuous behavior. Averting her eyes from Sano in slight humiliation, her usual reaction to physical contact was nonexistent as Sano wrapped a single arm around her waist which completely covered the mishap with her dress. Unaware to the nonverbal threat Sano sent towards the three boys from earlier, Aimee looked up with gratitude; although, it probably wasn't noticed by Sano. As the two exited the room, his words sent her back into reality. "Ehh...? EHHHH!?" She stumbled clumsily as she looked at him in disbelief. Was this all a ploy for him to... to... She gulped nervously as she felt her cheeks once again turn a rosy red from her vivid imagination.
Finally, a soft sigh escaped her lips while fluttering her tired eyes shut, Aimee looking as though she was in deep thought. Begrudgingly she opened up her small black gem covered purse, negligent to the fact that Sano's hand was still around her waist firmly which could explain her hands fumbling with the small needle she was in search for, pricking her index finger accidentally. Instinctively, she placed her finger in her mouth to rid herself of the small bubble of crimson blood that formed, wincing from the slight pain. Designing clothes normally meant that Aimee carried a spare needle and some thread with her for occasions like this; however, she never imagined that she would also need to attend to someone else who was in a similar situation. "Uh...uhm..." Still running low on her usual prideful stature, she wiggled herself free of Sano's grasp, turning away from him as well while her shaky hands clung to the loose fabric on her dress.
She worked briskly, occasionally pricking her fingers from her irrational increased heart rate, becoming nervous from Sano's watchful eye. Never did Aimee sew in front of others, nor did she even consider fixing the attire of another. Thinking about having to sew Sano's trousers made her face flush even more as she grew flustered. As her nimble fingers began to finish their magic on her dress within moments, she turned back around to face Sano, unknowingly smiling in satisfaction as she created a pattern of a rose on the area that tore.
"W-well... er.." She paused as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, creating small wrinkles along her forehead before anxiety began washing over her. "It-it's not l-like I'm grateful to yeh or anything...!" She spat, trying to regain her confidence, averting her gaze from Sano, piercing her lips together as the inevitable was about to happen regardless. Truthfully, she felt indebted to the tall man with dark locks and earthy eyes that were strikingly golden. Disgruntled, she moved her previously pricked index finger, swirling it in a circular motion, ordering for Sano to turn around so she could asses the damage he inflicted on his pants to save her any further embarrassment.