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It was his first day of classes at his brand new school and he was more then excited to see how this school year would turn out for him and his sister. Just to make sure his first day went well he made sure everything was ready to go last night so he was not rushing to get to class this morning. he had packed his satchel like bag with two notebooks, a box of already sharped pencils, two black pens, two blue pens, a red pen, a yellow highlighter and a blue highlighter. He had also brought a book to read and his sketchbook along in case he got bored.
As he entered the room he noticed he was not the first on there. In fact there was five other students to arrive before him. As he looked around he did not really recognize any of the but the female she had been on his team for the field thing. But he had not really been able to talk to her or anyone during the event. 'What was her name o yeah Rebecca.' Looking around he found the first empty desk and set his bag on it and then went to see what was going on at the teachers desk."Hello there mind if I join?" he mad sure not to stand to close to anyone so he did not bother them to much. If it was a conversation that was private he would just go to his desk and read or draw.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2019 10:18 pm
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Hope the kind
Mayumi Hiiragi
"Every stitch tells a story. Most of them you don't want to know."
Stitch☥"Culus" Student☥Rotavele
He couldn't help but feel proud of himself when Prom thought that his joke was actually pretty funny! He wasn't very good with jokes, or a lot of interactions, except with kids though they had a tendency to get nervous around him. So it was a great relief that he had managed to do something right. This was countered by how worried Rebecca seemed to be at the idea that he knew her. Yeah, that was not a smart move on his part, but at least he was smart enough to pick which reason was the better one to say. "Oh sorry, I tend to forget that just because I know people doesn't mean people know me. I've lived at this school for five years now, every day all year. So I kinda know it pretty well. So Da...Mr. LeVane asked me to be an unofficial guide and greeter of sorts. So every year before the first day of classes, I get the name, picture, year, and house of all of the new students. I'm bad at remembering house and year, but I can almost always remember the name and face. So no, I guess you don't know me, and I don't really know you. Mind if we change that?" He held out his hand to shake hers, if she was ok with that.
When she brought up having to speak with a teacher and not being sure about it, he felt really divided. On the one hand, if they had been there any real length of time, he would know stuff about them. But at the same time, she had asked Prom to go with her, and it was sort of a conversation between the two of them and wouldn't it be rude of him to interject? "Um...I don't mean to butt in, but I know a lot of the teachers here. Maybe I could give you some information on them, if you want. To make up for my really lame and awkward introduction?" Story of his life: always screwing up, always trying to fix things. He didn't mean to be such a bumbling idiot, he really wanted to do good and help people, but that just never seemed to be how things went. All of the optimism and pride he had felt from making a good joke had died, and he was actually feeling rather ashamed of himself now. When was he ever going to learn?
"When cries for help go unanswered And signal fires just burn and burn We wonder if we're waiting here for nothing Cause our lips are sewn our ears are filled With the constant drone of the unfulfilled But we'll never fall if we stand for something We stand for something"
With:Rebecca, Prom, and Takashi?xxxxxxMood:DefeatedxxxxxxOoc:__
This is Me | What is my house?: Cerretti | Am I taken?: I don't know Do I have a preference?: Any and All | I am feeling: Amused | Who am I with?: Rebecca, Promullar, Stitch, Patrick and New guy | Where am I?: inside the castle - World History of Peculiarities Classroom | What is my suit?: My Hero suit
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He saw Rebecca slowly move away from Stitch, so he moved closer to the male student. Putting his arm around his shoukders, Prom grinned in amusement. Stitch introduced himself finally and Prom decided that he should interject with a comment that might relax Rebecca a little more. "You forgot something important. Your last name. Rebecca, say hello to Stitch Koyanagi. You're looking at Seiji and Ander's adoptee." He would know, he helped Seiji print the documents because that dinosaur didn't know how to himself. His gaze shifted to Stitch as he offered to give her information on the teacher, so Prom decided to interject once more. "I can find out who the teacher is. It only takes a peek." However, before he could, an unfamiliar face came up and spoke. Prom scanned over files within seconds before grinning and holding out his hand to the new guy.
"Takashi Kimura, right?" Was he gonna elaborate that he just looked at his file? Probably not! Prom would if he asked though. Explain to everyone around him that their personal records were constantly exposed to him. It probably wasn't something considered as a good thing, considering that some people were very private with their information. He was too, so he coukd understand that. The problem was that technology didn't share the sentiment of privacy. It just threw the information at him. Like "here, just take it. You will love me if give you this right?" Technology was desperate. At this, his phone chimed in agreement. Don't worry promullar, he knew his best bud was on his side.
"I don't mind going with you if you feel worried. It's weird that a teacher would single you out like that when you aren't in his class right now. I'm not sure if he can do that. Especially with him being new." A teacher asking a student they don't know to randomly test their power was a little on the suspicious side. He wondered what the man was playing at with this bs.
'Needless to say... I'll be a hero that surpasses even you!' ⇀
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Stepping into the classroom, blue eyes glared behind a pair of dark sunglasses as the woman took in the other students that currently occupied the room. A few familiar faces seen around school, but most names unknown or just not enough care to ask for them. Prom was a name she remembered, her eyes glancing to the red head briefly. How could she forget, when a certain dragon girl in LeVane had been pestering her during the recent event to help the male student.
Rebecca was another one she recognized, and not for reasons she enjoyed thinking upon. Inwardly groaning, she pushed long pink locks away from her face before pushing herself to head into the back of the classroom. The more distance she put between herself and the others, the better.
'Better not be wasting my time here..' She thought to herself as she flopped her butt down into a chair and leaned back. There was already no signs of a teacher being present in the room, making the girl wonder if the students were just wasting their time here. Heaving a sigh, she closed her eyes and crossed her arms, ignoring the chatter coming from the front of the room.
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Location: World History of Peculiarities Classroom | Companion(s):Classmates | Holding: Phone | Status: Taken~ | Voice
Her first day at the school, and already the girl was lost. Sighing, her shoulders sagged as she glanced down at the map of the school she had been given by the secretary. She had been so sure that she was following it perfectly, but now she was beginning to second guess herself as she only seemed to walk further down the halls.
'Father will be so upset if you're late to class, Nori.' Her thoughts scolded her, sounding much like her fathers voice. Pursing her lip, she came to a sudden stop in the hall. Gaze lifting from the paper, she took in her surroundings slowly. A classroom on her left, but it appeared to be void of any life. This couldn't be it.
Swiftly turning on her heel, Noriyo glanced down once again. If she was reading this correctly, then it seemed that she might have missed a left turn somewhere. Why was this building so big?! "You got this. Deep breath." She encouraged herself, before beginning to move forward and back into the direction she had originally venture from.
Upon stumbling across a fellow student in the halls and being pointed into the right direction, the young woman gave a sigh of relief as she finally stumbled into the occupied room. Folding the map up carefully, she let her eyes drift over the room, taking in the faces of her classmates. A small smile lifting onto her face, she hesitated as she stepped further into the room. Should she approach them, and introduce herself? She would be spending the rest of the school year with these people, so she should at least give a good first impression.
'Don't forget, father wants you to find a suitable husband. Perhaps one of these students will someday become a much larger part of your life.'
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Location: World History of Peculiarities Classroom | Company: Classmates? | Holding: Various items | Status: Single | Voice
Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2019 11:17 am
Patrick Lockheart ~ LeVane ~
Patrick would lift his gaze from his sketchbook as more students began to fill the class - that meant there was perhaps only so much time before the tutor made their appearance...right? He was certainly off to a great start either way, having practically acknowledged no one when he'd entered the room, they'd all pretty much left him to his own devices - which was perhaps a good thing...If he didn't get too close to anyone, then there was no risk of accidently cursing them... Admittedly he had to have a need to do so -like defensive ones - but his reflexes were always so much reactive when he didn't need them to be...
He presumed the group were still on the subject of tutors and introductions - he'd heard Stitch's name mentioned and had lifted his eyes momentarily to confirm who had been named before returning his attention to page as he continued doodling idly... There was nothing in the way of a single scene on the paper, more like a collection of images, shaded here and there but not to such a point that they displayed his best skills...
"...Maybe I should have said something?" he pondered, watching as the latest female to enter hesitated in the doorway - perhaps debating on whether or not to approach and introduce herself? Things could have gotten off to a much better start - for one, it was a fresh start for him, new faces, new friends... "Who am I kidding?" he frowned, returning his gaze to the sketchpad and rubbing out an image that didn't look right, "The second they find out what I can do, they'll avoid me like the plague..."
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[Profile] Location: Clothing: Wearing LeVane Uniform With: Stitch, Prom and some other less-familiar faces Feeling: Aloof, perhaps a little nervous? OoC""
This “Stitch’s” explanation wasn’t helping his case too much. ’He’s a student that has lived here for five years?! Isn’t that a really really really bad sign?! How many times has he flunked a course? Does that mean he likes to play around and not take his studies seriously? Something doesn’t add up here. Why would Headmaster Ander assign a student with all that information? Wait…...does he know about my peculiarity?! No no no no no NO!’ Her mind was screaming and panicking at this point. She grew more frightened which was quite transparent for all to see. Frightened aquas looked down at his hand but she couldn’t ease herself out of her own fear. That hand was left there to hang while she pulled her own behind her back.
With Prom gravitating towards the other, and appearing close to them, Becca tried giving this another chance. That didn’t seem to work out too well as a big fat Nope popped in her head! Finding out that this boy was Mitsurur’s Father’s son was not helping. It was making things worse but for different reasons now. ’What reason do I have to be a part of the Koyonagi’s life anymore. I don’t have that right… And he probably knows about him. I don’t...need that right now.’ Having reminders of yesterday wasn’t going to help this Shusona. The teenager sighed quietly towards herself while the duo seemed to converse with themselves. Even knowing that Stitch was an adoptee of the Headmaster and his boyfriend, it wasn’t quite enough to put her worries at ease. Now, it just felt like there was far more to worry about. Here you had a boy with a happy family, good friends, and an appropriate environment to live in; who was also trying to associate with her. What good could come out of her presence? How much about her did he know? Hopefully….nothing. ”Thank you for the offer Mr. Koyonagi but I decline. Since you’re Professor Koyonagi’s son, I don’t think he would be very happy with me if I were to expose you to any harm. I’m sorry about that...and the handshake.” By now that hand would have surely returned to his side. But there was something else she wasn’t saying. Her tone was calm while the child kept eye contact with the Professor’s son.
Rebecca’s attention shifted over as Prom said a male’s name. It seemed like this Kimura wanted to talk with the group. That may have worked in her favor though. The girl turned her attention back to the redhead for a moment. ”Yeah...it seems odd and...I trust you to have my back.” That was like a little mini bonus point for the cyberlinguist. What had he done to deserve such trust? Perhaps it had something to do with her past. Becca took a look at Kimura with a small smile on her lips. ”Please, go ahead. I was just about to leave though.” Then she looked back at the other two males. ”Thank you Prom Prom, I feel better knowing that you’re coming with me. I’ll see you after class.” Then the Alaric member turned to the stitched boy. ”I guess I’ll see you around Mr. Koyonagi.” With a nod of her head towards the trio she departed. It seemed like there were other people arriving in the classroom, none of them were recognized...or maybe there was one. She responded to whatever the three boys had to say before returning to her seat. Maybe she could talk to Prom Prom about what happened last night. Mmmm...or should she not? The girl didn’t really know what friends talked about. Her attention resumed to look out the windows with her chin resting on the palm of her hand.
II▪Mood: I feel awfulII II ▫House: Alaric II II▪Where: Inside the Castle [World History of Peculiarities]II II ▫With Who: Myself, Prom Prom, Mr. Koyonagi & Students in the ClassroomII II▪Perviness:Explosion: 55%II II ▪Wearing: Alaric UniformII II▫Energy Levels: ▂ ▃ ▅ ▆ █100%II IIOut Of Chocolates: II
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» Ever since her tardiness on her first day of class Candace made sure that she was on time. She always made a beeline for one of the seats in the middle row. Professor Zerang was no longer teaching the class and Candace was looking forward to what their new teacher had in store for them. Peculiarities never failed to fascinate her, but hopefully the new teacher didn't make it boring! On her way to her seat she recognized a few familiar faces from the festival, and would give Stitch a wave in greeting not wanting to interrupt his conversation with his friends. She noticed someone sitting by themselves in the back, but Candace chose somewhere in the middle instead.
» She focused on gathering her materials, double checking that her phone and camera where off and safely tucked away, and then taking out a notebook, the textbook and a pencil. She wrote the date on the top of the page and then immediately moved to the margins to start doodling as she waited for class to start.
“It's not a silly question if you can't answer it.”
❤ Company┇ Classmates ❤ Location┇ World History of Pecularities ❤ Status┇ Single ❤ Outfit┇ School Uniform ▬o.o.c ┊ -----
Ｍood →Meh / Neutral Ｌocation → History of Peculiarities Classroom Ｔhoughts → . . . . Where is the teacher.. Ｃompany → Classmates Nunnally/ Classmates Ｏut Ｏf Ｃoffee→ How Hwan Sees / Marion's outfit / Cerretti uniform
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【They may be in the same house but neither have spoken to each other. Then again, both aren't the social butterfly type. They call it being selective with people. Both started their mornings off differently. Hwan woke up early to meet up with Haneul to do their usual morning workout routine. After showering and getting dressed in his school uniform he's not a huge fan of. After cooking lunch for himself, Kokyu and Shiromi which was glass noodle, egg and veggies. He made himself some egg over rice for breakfast. Haneul and Hwan are twins; they do have similar if not the exact same taste preference. Marion's morning started off waking up not too early nor too late. Giving her enough time to do her morning routine, pick up a a dress that both has the colours of her house without wearing the uniform. She does have an excuse of not wearing on his student files, you can not convince her to wear it. For breakfast, she just had tea and breakfast biscuits.
Hwan stared at the classroom from the doorway, he felt.. quite alone for the first time in a while.. Haneul and Kokyu were taking the other class, he's not entirely close with Shiromi but she's probably in the same class as Kokyu. Now he wonders if he should of taken the same class as Haneul. Prom was there, although he was with a few other students who he doesn't know besides Rebecca. Walking past the group of students as he went the back of class where it's less crowded. Dropping his school bag on his desk as he takes a seat as he quietly watches the other students.
Marion arrived to the class first with Hwan following behind. They've seen each other in the common room, but they never interacted before. Marion looked around the already crowded classroom, she spotted Prom who she offered a small wave, she spotted Becca who she simply nodded; it's been a while since she last seen her, Patrick; haven't seen him since the school festival either.. the boy... she doesn't remember his name but she remembered seeing him at the flower booth the first time. After spotting a familiar fellow pink haired cerretti, she immediately goes over to her and sits down beside her. "Good morning, Nunnally.." She spoke in a soft tone as she placed her school bag on the floor by her feet.】
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2019 7:53 pm
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| Name - Sky Howard | Age - 16 | Dorm - Rotavele | Suit - School uniform | Peculiarity - Light Manipulation
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His first day of school and he was already oversleeping. It was pretty much how his middle school days would consist of. Sky being woken up by his foster mom to get up since he slept over his alarm, rush to get his clothes on, as well as grab his skateboard, and eat breakfast on his way to school. Ironically, it was the same here. He pretty much just ate a candy bar on the way here. After a while, Sky had finally managed to get into the hallways, and just the sheer fact that some students were still rushing here and there, meanwhile Sky would just skate past and over people. Some would be startled by this, or yell back at Sky, in which he would give to them an apologetic wave. This was basically his first start of his hero career. The stories he heard, the videos, and even the fact that he would see a heroic act right in front of him, during that fire. Still, he was happy to be here, and see what awaited him as he would open the door. Inside, was the many groups of students who would talk with eachother, and converse. "Ah~! Sorry, excuse me..." Sky would say, as he would just walk over to an empty desk. It was strange that Sky would manage to make it on time to the class on his first day, or even before the one teaching the class would arrive. As he would sit, he would look out the window, as he would imagine what would have happened if he didn't go to be a hero, like his mother wanted. Would he have joined him in that criminal empire and just commit terrorist acts? Sky could only imagine the horrors that man must have committed to the point where he would grip his fist. That thought needed to leave his mind, as he would just shake it off.
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> A single notebook > A single pen > His skateboard > ...
There it was, the building he needed for his Monday class. Shiden gazed up at the windows with glazed over golden hues as he sipped lightly at the straw between his lips to get a tasty gulp of that strawberry milk he was drinking. How long had he been actually standing there? It was just a moment ago that a bunch of students were passing him, and now they were scarce. Was he going to be late? The very thought of being scolded for arriving late, or perhaps drawing everyone's attention to himself the moment he opened the door to the classroom filled him with nervousness. Though, it seemed he hid it well, the only sign of any life behind those sleepy eyes being the movement of the strawberry milk from box to mouth.
Deciding to actually make it to class instead of going back to his room and sleeping, Shiden took the steps towards his classroom. On the way there, he saw someone getting directed into the classroom he was supposed to go in. Oh, how curious. She must have gone all the way around and such, given how she looked. She did have snow white hair and pale skin, almost like an ice girl or something from video games. Once more, the only sign of any activity is Shiden sipping his milk. Before he can actually head inside, another student skated right over him. Taken aback, Shiden raised his eyebrows AND sipped on his milk. What an interesting entrance to a classroom.
Thinking to use that skateboy's flashy entrance to distract people, Shiden entered the classroom right after him, keeping his slouched position as if to hide away from anyone who may be looking his way as he made his way to a seat and released the straw between his lips as he sucked in air from the carton. Empty. Placing the empty milk box into his bag, Shiden pulled out another box, this time a red one with an apple on the front! Apple juice. A good breakfast right there. Though he wanted to experience sitting by the windows and just gaze out all class, Shiden wanted to learn. His aloof behavior in most cases often times gives people the idea that he's lazy, but when he's interested his work ethic reaches sky high.
He glanced over to the other students in the room. Some he knew, others he recognized but never talked to, and most were strangers. He did keep an eye on two specific individuals. Ice Girl, and Skate Boy, since they were the last two he's met. But it's always good to make more friends! Though he decided to leave that to the interest of the others. They'll approach him or call out to him if they want to make friends with him right now. If not, then he could use the time to actually wake up a bit more and socialize before the teacher gets here.
☺ PROFILE [Here] ☻ MOOD [Slightly Nervous] ☺ LOCATION [History of Peculiarities Classroom] ☻ COMPANY [Classmates] ☺ ATTIRE [LeVane Uniform]
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2019 7:38 pm
❂MOOD ▬ ❝ Excited ❞ ❂LOCATION ▬ ❝ Classroom ❞❂COMPANY ▬ ❝ Rebecca and four other students he does not know yet ❞
They seemed to be talking about a teacher since he does not know any of the teachers yet he was not able to commit on anything. So he stood quietly taking in the appearances of the other two students. The two seemed friendly enough. Maybe they could all be friends if they got to know each other well enough. He would never pass up an opportunity to make new friends especially since he did not really know anyone and was fairly new. Hearing his name he snapped out of his thoughts "Yes that is correct I am Takashi. Nice to meet you." he said. He wondered how the redhead new his name but figured that he might have met Saren or something.
As they said more about this teacher it seemed he wanted to meat with Rebecca which if she was a student of his might have been a normal thing. But going by what the redhead said this was a new teacher and Rebeca was not even in his class. He could see why she would be concerned about the situation it was odd for a teacher to want to speak with a student that was not in there class. As the conversation about the teacher seemed to come to an end Rebecca excused herself from the group. He turns his attention back to the other two students. "I'm sorry for interrupting you conversation."
OutOfConvictions → Sorry guys I did not mean to take so long to respond back.
This is Me | What is my house?: Cerretti | Am I taken?: I decline to talk about it Do I have a preference?: Any and All | I am feeling: Playing Pretend | Who am I with?: Bunch of Students | Where am I?: inside the castle - World History of Peculiarities Classroom | What is my suit?: My Hero suit
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He gave her a wave as Rebecca walked away, his attention turning to Takashi and Stitch. He was acutely aware of every person who came in, his phone chiming after each entrance to show him who came in. His little Promullar made it impossible for someone to get the drop on him sometimes. Focusing on Takashi, the redhead gave a smile and pat him on the back roughly. "Don't worry about it. She is just iffy around new people. She will warm up to you if you give it some time." The pat turned into him wrapping his arm around Takashi's shoulders. "As for me handsome, my name is Prometheus Titus, but everyone called me Prom Prom. And like I said, that bundle of joy over there is Stitch Koyanagi, and the girl is Rebecca Shusona. And no, it is nice to meet you. Because trust me, come the end of this semester, you might hate me!" He said in a cheerful voice before giving both of them a peck on the cheek and making his way back over to the teacher's desk to plop his a** down onto it. Swinging his legs, prom grinnined and looked over the other students that came in. What an introduction.
"How many people wager that the teacher isn't gonna show up at this point?" He looked through the files to see who was taking over, his hands lifting to his chest before making a motion over where his nipples are. "New teach has big knockers, but she looks like a stick in the mud." There was something about her that looked...familiar, but he couldn't quite put his fingers on it. Perhaps it was when he sold villain secrets to the heroes or something? She was probably one of the heroes he saw.
Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2019 7:56 am
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Hope the kind
Mayumi Hiiragi
"Every stitch tells a story. Most of them you don't want to know."
Stitch☥"Culus" Student☥Rotavele
Oh no, he kinda wished that Prom hadn't added in his last name. While it might explain why he had been there for so long, he knew about her relationship with his brother, knew that things had ended pretty badly. He hadn't wanted to imply that connection, but it was out there now. And as he had figured might be the case, it seemed to make her not like him, or rather, be afraid of him? Were things really so strained that she would actively seek to avoid anything reminiscent of her ex-boyfriend? Oh well, maybe this was just one of those times that his best efforts would be in vain, maybe they just weren't meant to be friends.
Then there was this Takashi person. He seemed pretty friendly, and he had even approached them seeking to meet new people (presumedly) so maybe he could be successful in something. Prom beat him to the introductions, but at least he let slip that Rebecca was kind of slow to get to know people, so maybe his existence hadn't offended her? That was a relief. Wait..."bundle of joy?" Wasn't that usually said about babies? Was he being called a baby? No matter, it was very obvious he was not that young, so hopefully no one would read too much into it. Prom exited the conversation in such a gross manner! Ewwww! Why would he want a kiss from anybody besides family? Was that what most people his age were like? He quickly wiped away the memory of the kiss. "Don't mind him, he's kind of eccentric, but he's still a nice person," he explained to Takashi. "And yes, as he said, I'm Stitch Koyanagi, but please call me Stitch. I'm still not really used to having a last name."
He had to admit, he was starting to agree with Prom about the teacher not showing up. Maybe something had come up and they couldn't get a sub in time? Whatever the case, it was unfortunate. "Big knockers? Why is he looking at the front of her house? Did he think he would see her there?" he mused quietly. That really did seem like an odd move, but maybe it made sense in Prom's mind. As for the stick in the mud, he wasn't sure how he could tell that, but at least it made a little more sense.
"When cries for help go unanswered And signal fires just burn and burn We wonder if we're waiting here for nothing Cause our lips are sewn our ears are filled With the constant drone of the unfulfilled But we'll never fall if we stand for something We stand for something"
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Yukari Akiyama Profile | Peculiarity: Live Ink | Appearance: School Uniform | Mood: Amused Location: World History of Peculiarities Classroom | Companion(s): Shiden & Classmates | Holding: Phone Status: Taken | Voice | Theme "I'd love to see what your insides look like."
﹛ As a student who had been in LeVane for a few years, the young woman had no difficulties in locating her class for the day. The heels of her shoes clicking against the floor, a smile spread across her face as she stepped foot into the classroom for World History of Peculiarities. Red orbs swept over students, a few she easily recognized while there were a few new faces.
There were two familiar faces though that stuck out the most to her. Making a beeline straight for where her boyfriend was seated, she made herself at home, her hands stroking over the back of her skirt as she sat herself down onto his lap. It looked as if the teacher hadn't arrived yet, so she saw no problem in currently occupying Shiden's lap with her behind. "Good morning." She purred, cupping his cheek lovingly.
Leaning in close until her lips could brush against his own in a soft kiss, Yukari giggled as she leaned away from him. Her gaze then shifted, landing on where Patrick sat. "Good morning, Patrick." She called out to him in greeting, before her attention moved to inspect the other's she would be spending this class with. ﹜
