[closed/ongoing]
WHO: Ulquiorra Schiffer (sfigato_quarto) and Raito Yagami (kirathustra)
WHAT: Meeting up to run an errand, and then their first mutual language lesson.
WHERE: In front of the University.
WHEN: Day 102 (A Friday afternoon, 3:30pm)
Raito stepped out of the main building at the front of the University with his hand already prepared to shade his eyes, with his fingers pressing into his bangs.
The weather had been unusually bright the past few days, and it had helped to ease the transition from his home (which he admittedly missed) to this city with its strangely heavy food and its alarmingly nuanced language. He was thankful for it.
The light bounced copper off of his hair and left him rather easy to notice in the sunshine, a lean young man who seemed to be the only one dressed in a darker colored (grey) shirt and khaki slacks.
He looked more mature than half of the tanned and glamorous-looking classmates that passed him by in white and pastel colors.
The somewhat confused look on his face was one that he'd felt on the interior since he'd arrived in Reggio Calabria, but this time, he had a reason to let it show.
Raito had no idea what the man he was supposed to meet actually looked like.
WHAT: Meeting up to run an errand, and then their first mutual language lesson.
WHERE: In front of the University.
WHEN: Day 102 (A Friday afternoon, 3:30pm)
Raito stepped out of the main building at the front of the University with his hand already prepared to shade his eyes, with his fingers pressing into his bangs.
The weather had been unusually bright the past few days, and it had helped to ease the transition from his home (which he admittedly missed) to this city with its strangely heavy food and its alarmingly nuanced language. He was thankful for it.
The light bounced copper off of his hair and left him rather easy to notice in the sunshine, a lean young man who seemed to be the only one dressed in a darker colored (grey) shirt and khaki slacks.
He looked more mature than half of the tanned and glamorous-looking classmates that passed him by in white and pastel colors.
The somewhat confused look on his face was one that he'd felt on the interior since he'd arrived in Reggio Calabria, but this time, he had a reason to let it show.
Raito had no idea what the man he was supposed to meet actually looked like.