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The afternoon bell cuts short and the volume of students voices rises, feet and chairs clattering as they children rise. Lockers bang as they're closed, girls laughing and gossiping behind their hands, boys boasting and shouting plans to each other. Jun lets the crowd carry her, through the doors to the outside
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"Now what?"
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"... Makoto-sensei?" she frowns. But she looks younger... like she does in those photos.
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"Who are you?"
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Polite bow and warm smile. "Kujaku Jun. I'm... special," she grins, hoping Makoto will catch on.
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Her first course of action? Put on her sunglasses and try to find a deserted area. Being recognized here- she'd be mobbed.
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Isn't identity a tricky thing...
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"You've mistaken me for someone else."
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"Sorry," she says, smiling sheepishly, "You look a bit like a friend of mine. Sorry."
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She glances down at Jun and her scribbling before shrugging loosely and starting down the steps again. She's never been in a Tokyo like this before. It might pay off to explore.
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Jun stands, and grabbing her things runs after Makoto. If and when the other girls show up, they'll understand. They'd do the same.
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When she's called by Jun, she stops and turns her head, lifting an eyebrow. "Can I help you?" She's not entirely sure she knows someone with hair like that. Or piercings like that. God, that's a lot of piercings. And those tattoos... Hn. No, definitely not someone she knows.
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Her expression barely changes when she hears Makoto's words. Huh. So it's an alternate. Again. Is it honestly too much to ask that my Makoto-sensei turn up? Jun's the posterchild for why kids shouldn't be given needles. Or hairdye. Or anything really. And a few of those tattoos are just drawn on with textas.
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