Room 503 - Late Tuesday Night
She'd looked everywhere.
Dōjima thumped down on her bed, clearly frustrated. Romeo never came back to his room this morning, at least not before she'd had to leave to get ready for her own class. She'd checked the store, pretty much everywhere in town, even wandered the halls of the school for a bit, and she still couldn't find a trace of him.
Normally, if a guy was going to do a date&dash, he didn't leave the girl at his place, not unless he was a total idiot.
Romeo didn't strike her as an idiot.
So instead there was an annoyed, and possibly rather worried (not that she'd admit it) Yurika staring at the ceiling. It was official, boys sucked.
[OOC: Mostly establishy, since I must crash soon, but open for SP goodness should you so desire.]
Dōjima thumped down on her bed, clearly frustrated. Romeo never came back to his room this morning, at least not before she'd had to leave to get ready for her own class. She'd checked the store, pretty much everywhere in town, even wandered the halls of the school for a bit, and she still couldn't find a trace of him.
Normally, if a guy was going to do a date&dash, he didn't leave the girl at his place, not unless he was a total idiot.
Romeo didn't strike her as an idiot.
So instead there was an annoyed, and possibly rather worried (not that she'd admit it) Yurika staring at the ceiling. It was official, boys sucked.
[OOC: Mostly establishy, since I must crash soon, but open for SP goodness should you so desire.]