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[bakubakubaku]

---this color. This gloss. It's perfect!

[And with that, Wataru has snatched an entire pot of Tuesday soup and is running through camp, towards his dorm. He is making an effort not to splash it, but probably is spilling anyway, and I'm sure it smells terrible.]

Comments

[galacticfairy]

... gloss?

[bakubakubaku]

Eehh? You don't see the way it shines?

[galacticfairy]

Of course I do.

[bakubakubaku]

It will be perfect for my violin.

[fortanabata]

[. . . o look a crazy person going by]

[bakubakubaku]

---Yuuto!

[fortanabata]

I don't know who you are.

[bakubakubaku]

...

It's Wataru. Kurenai Wataru?

[climaxinside]

*SLIPPING IN TERRIBLE GOO AND ROLLING FACE FIRST INTO A TREE*

[bakubakubaku]

----Ryoutarou-san!

[putting the pot down and rushing over]

[climaxinside]

D-Dizzy....

[bakubakubaku]

[kneels down beside and hairpets]

[jokered]

*watching slosh in dismay* Do you need help with that?

[bakubakubaku]

Uhm. It is heavy, yes. Please, if it's not too much trouble.

[jokered]

*helping!*

[bakubakubaku]

Thank you. My room is this way.

[osoruosoruosoru]

*Watches at a distance because clumsy Mio is clumsy and would end up emulating Ryotarou*

[bakubakubaku]

[is now petting Ryoutarou's hair because he hit his head; the pot is safely placed on the ground]

[osoruosoruosoru]

*very very cautiously walking... er, oops.*

[bakubakubaku]

Mio-san?