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 Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 5:14 am
Somehow, and perhaps not entirely surprisingly, Makoto was lost.
Again.
For the third time.
... This week.
If it wasn't enough that he'd lost his head (quite literally) in the springs, found himself perusing the swamp without any idea how he ended up there, and managed to walk out of that and straight into the woods, he was now in front of the wrong dorms. All he wanted was a shower. And a nice place to sleep. And a nice demon to sleep on. Was that really so much to ask?
Makoto scowled as he readjusted his head on his neck where it belonged, twisting his hands through the long strands of dark red. It was still damp from its time soaking underwater in the springs, and Makoto was none too pleased by the outcome, fussing over the strands with mild irritation. So it wasn't at all surprising that he ran straight into another student it took him a moment to realize that he really should stop trying to walk, there was a body in front of him.
Pausing, Makotos gaze drifted down and ---
Didn't recognize the strange neon glowing horse.
"Oh."
Pause. Fiddle. Pause.
"Good evening - ah - afternoon. Whichever you would prefer. You are?"moonspots i s2g i am bad at intros hihellohowareyou SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 10:58 pm
Efflo could invariably be found in one of two places, in the meadow near the lake, or in his dorm room. Not particularly enjoying the company of crowds of other students nor interested in befriending them, the undead boil didn’t see much point in venturing elsewhere. Ah yes, he sighed happily as he stepped out of the undead dormitory, he was off to spend a lovely afternoon in his favorite spot. The boil couldn’t wait to get away, he’d even be able to shift into his natural form and relax. Being confined to two legs could be draining. Yes, a nice relaxing afternoon… Or so he thought, until Efflo found himself walked into. And not just an accidental ‘oh I didn’t see you there’ bump, someone clearly wasn’t paying attention! He snorted, sullen green eyes snapping up to look at the offender. Who could really be so rude as to- oh, that explained it. Looking at Makoto, all Efflo could think about was a foot on his backside and then a heap of boils. Sure, sure, the undead horse was mostly to blame for the pile but he was going to conveniently overlook that fact at the present moment. “You don’t remember?” he questioned, eyes narrowed. “And after we had such a splendid introduction… That’s not very polite, Reizei Makoto.” Efflo very rarely forgot a face, or names, once he learned them. Of course, it definitely helped that he could count the number of boils and ghouls he had met on one hand. keiifuu NO ITS lovely really this is going to be fun hehehe : D
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 10:35 pm
Makoto tilted his head to one side. And then the other.
"Oh."
He considered this newfound information solemnly. "Well then, you must not have left a very memorable impression - ah - " His lips curled upwards wickedly. "I am sure, though, that we can remedy that easily, hm?" His tail curled back and forth idly, eyes lifting to examine the horse from head to toe with ease. "Though please, we are all friends here. You may call me Makoto." Anyways, it seemed like everyone here did. No one had any knowledge of titles or rankings or respect, and it was a strangely infuriating break from the normal.
Circling around the other with the ease of a wolf examining a carcass, Makoto finished a full circle and a half before suddenly leaning shoulder to shoulder with Efflo, his head tilting to knock into the boils. "So then, what was your name?" He asked simply, without any implication that he cared that he'd forgotten at all. "Or will I be forced to make one up for you? I have a few I could use - ah, but you would probably hate them all."
And knowing Makoto, for once, that statement just might have been true.moonspots SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG asdfghasdgh
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 4:46 pm
“Friends?” Efflo looked dumbfounded. The undead may not have had many friends but he certainly wasn’t desperate enough to call this… Whatever Makoto was, he didn’t think they’d be sitting down to enjoy each other’s company any time soon. Or ever. Makoto didn’t even remember him, after he’d so kindly squashed him at Scarentines! The undead horse looked indignant. Normally he didn’t mind going unnoticed, it was in fact quite often welcomed, but Makoto’s nonchalant air pissed him off! “It’s Efflo,” the boil replied, curtly, stiffening as the other student drew closer. Was such close proximity really necessary? Efflo was never that near to anyone, and embarrassedly, he felt the usual flush of pink rosy his dark cheeks. Dammit! So much for looking cool and collected. He glared at Makoto and attempted to step away, unnerved by the sense that he had suddenly become prey, instead of merely an obstacle. “Is there something you need?” he asked quickly, refusing to make eye contact. As soon as the question was out of his mouth, he regretted asking it. After all, he owed Makoto no favors… But there was hope that appeasing him would be the quickest way to escape. He thought about adding a smart-a** remark, but bit his lip; taunting the demon further probably wasn’t the best idea. keiifuu Fff, no worries, apparently I am just as slow xDD
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