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♥ Action A→ School
[ It's only been a week and Satou is already mostly settled into her school life. Though she is still shyly watching people rather than making friends with them... except with the broken drones.
Satou is the strange classmate who is trying to stand fallen drones up again and correct the ones that are wandering in circles. All

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Action A→ School

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[shoma is the horribly normal classmate who's too scared to offer answers out loud out of fear of messing up, like he's so sure he will at least once. it's that paranoia that keeps him stuck in a single spot with his hands in his pockets, watching everyone else instead of doing anything actually productive.

he missed her at first, but satou's voice eventually catches his attention and he glances over at her. helping the drones... something about that doesn't come as much of a surprise to shoma at all -- she did seem the sort to go out of her way for anyone, even if 'anyone' meant people who barely counted as people at all. he gawks for a second before he hops over to her somewhat awkwardly.]

S-Satou-san! Ah -- heh, do you need any help?

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[ She stops her efforts when she hears his voice. Satou is guilty of letting her priorities switch. Though she is trying to help the drones, Shoma is far more interesting important to her and quickly becomes the focus on her attention. ]

Takakura-san! I found you! [ Or rather, he found her... but who needs specifics? She looks down at the drone she was trying to help and laughs nervously. ] Ah- ahaha... Well, um, I should be okay! I don't know about her, though... [ She sighs. ] They all seem to be breaking... It's so sad. They can't attend classes like this.

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[he just stares down at the poor little drone... thing, and tries not to poke at her with his foot. he's never really dealt with one up close. they sort of creep him out a little.]

Is this like what you mentioned the other day? Something like, uh... 'DroneFlu,' I think. [heh. okay, he doesn't mean to laugh, not really, but he does anyway, and promtly looks like he regrets it a little.]

It's... sad to see them like that.

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Mm... it is. [ She forgives him for laughing... or maybe she just never noticed. She really does hate to see the drones like this. It's so pitiful. ] I hope they'll be okay...

[ Satou sighs... then breaths in. Deeply, to calm herself and shove her worries aside with a big breathe of air. With her worries gone she feels like she has room in her heart to smile and shows it as best she can. ]

But... but, I'm glad I found you! I brought you something today, Takakura-san!

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[hmmmm. if only he were someone like himari, then he'd know what to say and what not to say to make everything seem better. he gives into the most basic method of helping out he knows: smiling brightly and being the dorky distraction he is.]

They... They'll be fine! I mean, they have to be. I'm sure nothing's gonna happen to them, and... they'll be as good as new in no time. [good as new? that... didn't sound right. best not to dwell on it. while he's still smiling, he manages to sound somewhat concerned when he speaks up again.] I hope you didn't go out of your way too much, Satou-san, really.

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Good as new?

[ It's her turn to giggle now. A quiet laugh that she covers as best that she can with her hand. It's the thought that counts and she's determined not to be the first to stop smiling. ]

Do not worry about that. It's kind of a... a "proto-type", but I think I have an umbrella ready to keep the snow off of your head. [ The topic of snow reminds her to worry, but she doesn't let her concern shake the smile. ] Have you been doing well? It's still cold out... I'm glad to see you didn't catch a cold, at least.

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[ah, that must mean he did something right, at least! truly, it's an accomplishment for the record books.]

Oh... That's right, you said you would. [truth be told, he didn't think she would actually go through with it. not so much out of distrust as a belief that it wasn't really worth fretting over. he was always getting himself into useless messes.]

It's strange without any proper power, but I think with it being so cold, I might get away without catching one, so... I'm okay! [he gives her a quick nod, followed by a bit of a wary quirk of an eyebrow.] I hope winter-san has been nice to you so far.

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Thank goodness! I was worried when I left the other day that you'd get sick. [ She looks down apologetically at the fallen drones again and claps her hands before making a small prayer for their well-being. If the gesture seems kind then know that it really isn't; she's just decided Shoma is more important. He actually acknowledges her instead of flopping on the floor. ]

I left the umbrella in my classroom! Do you have a moment? I can go get it for you, if you'd like? [ A beat... before adding; ] Have you had a good day in school, so far?

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H-Hey... It'd take way more than a little cold to bring me down. [except... a breeze could probably knock him over, and then again for good measure. still, it would be nice to have a little bit more faith put into his abilities to stay healthy!
besides that, he watches curiously as satou goes about... doing something with the drone. she certainly is strange. it baffles, if not interests, him quite a bit.]

I think... it's been alright? I'm not doing too badly... Even though this isn't the sort of school I'm used to. [he's just thankful to have a teacher who doesn't have some personal vendetta against him, really.] Um... You can take your time getting the umbrella, you know. Like always, I don't want to trouble you or anything. It's not exactly a priority.

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Please don't worry about a thing, Takakura-san. You'll never be trouble for me, I assure you. [ With that she begins heading off towards her classroom, stopping only to be sure that he's following. If he doesn't follow then she'll just walk back to him and take his hand, to tug him along. ]

Is that so? I suppose it is a bit different from a Japanese school. And we have Saturday off, too! Ah- do you have any plans for the weekend, by the way?

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If you say so... [cry. he's a very dubious young boy; any attempts to get him to stop worrying about things like that will likely go right over his head. as will getting him to follow rather than stand and stare like a dazed child -- so now he's trailing behind, half-hopping to keep up, feeling as though his hand might be severed at any moment.]

Huh -- funnily enough, I think I had enough time off of school back home that Saturdays don't make much of a difference. [he's saying it in the least amused way possible, of course.] And -- not that I know of. At least, not at the moment, really.

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Mm! I say so! [ Her grip on his hand loosens when he begins following along, but it's still there. She's being forceful, too at ease in his company to notice how rude she is being. Something she's bound to freak out over later, whenever it occurs to her what she's doing. ]

Eh, really? That's strange... I thought kids always wanted more time off from school. [ She giggles quietly, masking how embarrassed she is to have assumed wrong. ] Then again, I haven't been to school in ages so I wouldn't really know, would I---
-- oh, really? We should do something! To help you enjoy winter-san! [ Except not, because she's "disappearing". But it's the thought that counts? ]

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[she's clearly far too persistent for him to even try to argue the point -- at least at the moment. something tells him it won't be the last time he tries to dispute wasting time. it's practically a talent of his. at least by trying to distract himself from saying anything, he's learned how to follow with proper steps rather than almost tripping over himself.]

That really depends on what you're doing, right? Fun stuff... Anyone would want that over school, but otherwise... [he attempts an awkward shrug. it's not like it makes much of a difference now, anyway.] M-Mm, I think that would definitely be fun, though! Eheh... Winter-san, right... [gonne die dead. why does every girl he meet get caught up in weird shenanigans?]

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That's a good point! If school is fun then you wouldn't mind anyway~. I hope school in Mayfield can be fun, then! [ And suddenly they're stopping!!!!
... because they've reached her classroom. Not to say that a little bit of a warning probably wouldn't have been helpful. ]

Would you really? I'd really appreciate it if we could! I've never had winter-san time with anyone, so this'll be great! [ Finally, she lets his hand go before walking into the classroom. ] Here's the umbrella! I tried to make it a bit stronger with duct tape and reinforced the structure a bit! [ Not gonna lie; it probably looks really silly... but she tried. ]

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School in Mayfield is definitely interesti-- h-hey! [now shoma is going to balance on one foot and hold his arms out to the side to keep from stepping into her, and, somehow, that is the most terrified he's felt since arriving. he takes advantage of her leaving to fix himself up a bit, before getting a good look at his new... thing.]

That's an... umbrella... [but what is he looking at though. he should... probably be concerned? there's a good amount of room left for him to make a run for it -- he knows because he might have shot the hall a careful glance in consideration. but then that would be rude, and rude is bad. oh, conflict.]

It, um... Hm. It looks... really great, Satou-san! [smiling!!] Seriously, I think you have a... talent, for sure. I'll be careful with it, I promise. [or it might, you know, hurt him.]

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Y-you mean it? [ Smiling right back~! ] Thanks so much! I'm sure you and umbrella-san will enjoy winter-san's gifts very much together!

[ More -sans? She needs to stop spamming that.

She carefully hands it over, convinced that he has no problem with its questionable design. Hey, if Mayfield has another zombie attack then he's set now, right? ] And hopefully you can stay a bit warmer if you don't need to worry about snow on your head...