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 Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 10:38 pm
Having finished her packing (what little of it there was to do), Clock sighed and brushed off her hands, staring at the bare walls with little ease. She still hadn't seen any sign of the energy ball or whatever she had gotten a note about... and she didn't feel like rereading the thing at the moment.
Sighing, she moved outside to get a little fresh air, hands shoved in her pockets as she let her shoulders slump. It was... quite a day, in which nothing amazing or expectant happened, other than the fact she got stuck with an apartment of the letter she hated the most. Oh, how she despised that alphabetic letter.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 10:59 pm
It was too bright outside. Too naturally bright.
Haru was better suited to the constant blinding glow of his laptop's screen, and was convinced that he was getting some kind of tan from it.
Ew.
A thin, slanted pair of eyes looked up at the apartment building to his left. It was decent, he supposed, and shrugged his shoulders in an effort to readjust the strap of his shoulder bag. A pair of black slip-ons scuffed at the ground as he waited, every so often taking a step as he was yanked around.
The muzzle of a large female husky was close to the ground as she sniffed out her new territory, black standing ears twitching in different directions. Her tail bobbed happily, and the tall man watched her, ready to pull on the leash if she decided to do anything stupid.
Haru half-turned as he heard the creak and slam of the apartment complex's door, though was half-dragged to the person that had come outside by way of the dog.
"No, no, no! Sit! Sit-- Ah!" Half-stumbling, half-running, he was now in front of Clock, the leash slack in his hand as the husky barked playfully, and rather loudly, at the girl. A black gloved hand covered his embarrassed face, and he muttered, "Meron, you idiot. I'm so sorry, miss," as he drew the hand back through his hair.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 11:17 pm
Eyes narrowing slightly, Clock went back into her apartment without a word, shutting the door and remaining inside for a few moments... until she came back out, walking up to the dog and holding out a dog biscuit for the husky.
"She's cute..." Clock smiled, sitting on the steps as she glanced up to Haru. "Though... I'm more of a plant person, not an animal person." She let out a contented sigh. "And you are...?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 11:33 pm
He watched her expression change just before she went in side. What in the world? "See, Meron? You pissed her off. Good job." The husky looked up at him from where she was sitting, an ear tilting towards the door as it closed. She let out a high pitched whine, tongue lolling from her jaws as she blinked those large blue eyes - similar in color to Haru's - curiously.
Meron was used to getting at least a wave or smile, if not a rub down and some baby-talk by anyone she went up to. This totally threw her off.
It was kind of weird for Haru, too. Most people would at least reassure him and then be on their way. He wasn't even sure she looked at him.
Nope, she just turned around and left.
"That's right. You were bad. Means you don't get lov--," Again, Haru was yanked in the direction of the straining dog, walking on her hind legs as her owner tried to subdue her. "You can't do that, Meron! No - augh!" The leash fell from his hands as the dog reared, barking ecstatically at the treat.
Well. Nice to know she wasn't mad.
"A plant person?" A small, silky chuckle from the man. "Yet you have dog biscuits. How ironic." He grabbed up the leash again as Meron gobbled up the biscuit and looked at Clock, expecting more. "That's Meron Pan. Meron for short..." A thin black brow raised as the dog looked up at him, then sniffed his hands for treats.
"And I'm Sakagami Haru. Please call me Haru," He spoke politely, extending his hand and squatting down next to Clock and Meron, only to receive a rather sloppy kiss on the cheek from the husky. Wiping it off with the back of his hand, he scowled momentarily at the dog, then sighed and ruffled the fur on her neck, defeated.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 11:42 pm
"You don't seem like much of an animal person either. Looks like she owns you." Clock smirked as she hid a chuckle, grinning. "As for the biscuit... I experiment with fertilizers." A shrug as she leaned back slightly, staring at the sky.
"S'my first day here... I really have no one I know around these parts. So it's nice to meet you, Haru. I am Clock." She reached back and shook his hand, grip firm.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 12:02 am
Haru nodded, dropping his hand after she shook it. "I'm not, really. She's my... friend's." He decided to leave a few choice details out, rather not wanting to go into how he bought the dog for his (ex)boyfriend, who unknowingly had severe allergies to them. They broke up three days later.
Again.
For the third time.
...Stupid college.
"Well, I'm watching her for the time being." He rolled his eyes at himself, hating his situation, and glanced at Meron, who sniffed at his fur-lined coat. "Fertilizers, huh? That's... interesting. Your place must be covered in flow-- oh... So you're new here too." Biting his lip, he glanced at her, and followed her gaze. "Well, if you want to chat or something, you can come to my apartment... when I get all my stuff, anyways."
He leaned back a bit, blowing long bangs from his eyes as he sighed. "Clock, huh? That's different." Haru said idly, not meaning any offense by it even if it sounded so.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 2:26 am
"Yeah... just Clock. Nothing else, nope..." She glanced away, rubbing the back of her neck a bit in embarrassment.
"Mmm, fertilizers are fun to experiment with, really. See what kind of stuff makes things grow faster, slows it down... it's all in good fun, really." She smiled, waving her hand at him, leaving the subject of her name behind.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 6:20 pm
Meron sniffed at his hair, and looked as if she was about to sneeze as the strands tickled her nose. Haru quickly batted her away, eliciting a whine from the dog as she went to lay down beside Clock, her head boredly on her paws. She let out a huff, staring at the two while they continued.
"Really?" He uttered, then pursed his lips as she realized he had caused her unneeded embarassment. "Huh. Okay then. Clock." Nodding to himself as if trying to imprint her unique name into his brain, along with the ten million other things he needed to remember.
Like where he lived.
Crap.
Rummaging for a moment around in his jacket pocket, his fingers came upon a little slip of paper and a key, the metal cool to the touch as he lifted it slightly, but not enough for anyone to see. A short sigh of relief passed through his lips, as he dropped it back in his pocket, and he quickly looked up at Clock as she started talking again, glad the subject had been changed.
"Are you a botanist, or are you just really into plants?" As he fluffed up the furry collar of his jacket, he smirked, raising a brow. "That's cool though, s'long as you're havin' fun." He paused momentarily, looking around at the expanse of grass - well, weeds really - he had previously been walking around in.
"What's your favorite type of plant?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 2:54 am
"Ooooh.... that's a hard one..." Clock murmured softly, tilting her head as she pressed a finger to her lips, thinking hard. "I'm not sure... I think it's a mix between Bleeding Hearts and a Venus Flytrap. I like both, though I'd have to lean towards Bleeding Hearts." She shrugged and smiled. "Though there are so many various types, it really depends on which is your favorite, whether you like hanging or mossy or..."
Oh boy.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 7:21 pm
Haru sniffled as she droned on, glancing at her and then to Meron, then back again as he considered the two, trying to pay attention.
Bleeding Hearts? Those were pretty, decorative, and their name held a beautiful, yet sorrow-filled story.
Venus Flytraps?
The young man raised a brow again, amused at these two striking choices. She must be eccentric, he thought. Thin fingers raked through the hair that hung over his shoulders until he brushed it all behind him, turning his head.
"Really?" He replied, in his most interested tone as possible. "You should... do flower arrangements. Or lawns." A small grin peeked through as he nodded.
"I like... colorful flowers. Exotic, colorful flowers."
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