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 Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 2:22 pm
Where had she gotten the bright idea that skipping her music lessons would be a good idea? Miho wondered. Sure it was a good idea for a moment, she wouldn't have to deal with being in a crowd of people or with deciding whether to dance badly and be made fun of or dance well and be stared at. Either option wasn't appealing. Still she knew that her punishment when she got home would be worse than either as not only had she ducked out on a lesson but she'd had to lose her guard in order to be able to do so. Extremely unhappy didn't even begin to describe how her mother would be feeling when she got home.
With a soft sigh she shrugged her bag farther up her shoulder and glanced about her. She might as well enjoy what time she had left before her mother sent the guards out to find her. Which was the time it took for her music lesson to end plus the time it usually took her to get home. She didn't have to worry about the guard returning home to tell her mother as no guard was stupid enough to inform her mother that he'd lost Miho.
A frown crossed her face as she realized that she'd never really wandered this part of town before. It was just music lessons that she came to in this part of town. She'd finally manged to convince her dance teacher that she didn't need any more teaching so that he would convince her mother, but she hadn't had any such luck with her music teacher yet.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 7:31 am
Satu sighed, leaning up against a wall in the street. Why did his sisters always descided to bring him with them when they were shopping? He knew by now that he was there fashion experiment but they could atleast buy the stuff for him and then bring it home instead of bring him along. He would have wandered off except he for he knew what would come of him when he got home.
Finally his eldest sister emerged from the shop, slapping a trilbie hat on top of his blond hair. Satu sighed and walked beside her, the other seven following behind them. It had been a while since he had seen all of his family last and he truely did really love them but right now he was not a happy camper. Today he was stuck in a black waistcoat with a red shirt and punkish black tie with various pieces of metal sticking out of it. He wore tightly fitted pinstriped pants and white and black spats. Altogether with the trilbie hat included Satu did look fantastic in this outfit. Especially with his blond and pink streaked hair. It made the outfit punkish and stylish but Satu really would have prefared just to be in jeans and an old tshirt.
His sisters spotted another store and sprinted into it. Satu once again stood outside the door, bored as hell and feeling very out of place and uncomfortable.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 10:30 pm
Glancing sideways Miho spotted several clothing stores and paused to consider. She wasn't usually much into shopping but she didn't particularly like the outfit that the maids had picked out, not that she usually did, and as long as she was out on her own their was no reason why she shouldn't actually get some clothes that she liked. Rather than ones her mother forced her to wear.
Frowning she tugged at the bottom of the pink sweater that was worn over top of a blue and white topped shirt. It was far to cheerful and hip for her tastes. Her clothes when she picked them tended more towards dark colors and classy, elegant styles.
It took her only a couple minutes to duck inside a nearby clothing store and come out again. Her pink sweater had been replaced by a black turtleneck sweater. Her black pants and simple black high heeled shoes were the same. Glancing sideways as she came out the store she blinked and studied the punkish looking boy closer. She definitely knew him from somewhere... oh wait... wasn't he that boy from the first day of school? Shoot. With an internal sigh she shrugged her bag up higher and started to walk past him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 11:07 am
Satu looked up from where he was standing. His new hat now blocked must of his vision so he had to move his head up to have a good look at her. He recognised the girl all in black. He was very bad with faces and it took him a while to put a name to the face.
Then he remembered her. She was Miho, a girl in his class. He had only talked to her once before though and that was his first day of school. He barly remembered her but at this point he was desperate to get away from his sisters.
"Erm...excuse me?" he said nervously. "Are you Miho?" he asked kindly. He didn't want to bother her really but he was quite desperate at this point.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 11:02 pm
So close. Drat it. Miho froze for a moment before turning back. Her head tilted to one side as she studied him for a moment, trying to figure out exactly why he had called out to her. He hadn't exactly seemed like someone who wanted to be her best friend. Especially after that first day disaster.
Though she could alway hope that he had forgotten about that. After all it had been almost a year since that happened. At least she could feel glad that she'd gotten control of her panic attacks, mostly. Extremely large crowds, especially paying attention to her still caused them but she could pretty much keep things like what had happened in the classroom from happening.
With a softly sigh she spoke "Yeah. That'd be me. You're... Kimura-san right?" She let her bag drop into her hand. "Can I help you with something?" ...wait... why had she asked that? She frowned slightly.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 5:17 am
Satu nodded, before his eyes darted back to the doorway. "Yup. Please just call my Satu though." he said, figiting nervously. He wanted to run away from where he was standing, before his sisters came out with an even more embaressing outfit for him to wear.
"Um to tell you the truth...I actually need an alibi to how I can get away from my sisters." he said nervously. Satu was never able to lie. He could have just been nice and said he would like to hang out, but that wasn't how Satu was. He had to tell her the truth and the truth was he just wanted to get away from his sisters who were currently plotting in the shop he was standing outside.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 4:12 pm
A frown crossed Miho's face as she observed Satu's fidgety behavior. From how he was acting it would seem that he didn't want to be here any more than she did. However that didn't really make sense. As he was obviously waiting for someone, if he didn't want to be here why had he come with them in the first place? "O-ok." She blinked, he didn't seem to remember her panic attack. Well that was a relief at least.
Wait, what? Miho was throughly confused now. "An alibi? You need to get away?" Miho's brow furrowed in thought, it didn't really matter to her why he needed to get away and he could possibly be of use to her as well. "Well I suppose things work out then. I'm actually in need of a bit of one myself." Her smile was self deprecating. "I'm afraid I skipped out on music lessons for the afternoon." She studied him thoughtfully. "My mother might be a bit more accepting of it, if I was with someone."
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 5:00 am
Satu kept looking back into the shop, his sisters delightedly picking out simply horrid things for him to wear.
Satu nodded feverishly. "I do indeed. You see those seven or so girls in there? They're my sisters and they're insisting in dressing me up." he said as he tipped his hat awkwardly. He already felt uncomfortable in what he was wearing. He didn't need his sisters to make it even worse. It was bad enough that they wouldn't let him dye over the pink steaks in his hair and that they'd redye them at every possible opportunity.
Satu then smiled at Mihos excuse. "Ah music lessons eh? There's more then one person having problems with music lessons then." he mused to himself, remembering Tariis horrible music teacher. "What instrument do you play?" he asked, interested now. He couldn't help but be distracted when it came to music. It was just one of those things that he had a passion for. "Okay well we can help each other out then? Shall we start walking then?" he asked kindly.
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