Xyther times! Oh shit!
Who: Scyther, Xatu
What: Scyther visits Xatu at his classroom to show him some of her writings. Girly feelings confusion ensues.
Where: Xatu's classroom where he teaches Creative Writing, whereverthehell that is.
When: Tuesday, Oct. 14.
Rating: Probably just PG-13 because Scyther curses sometimes, especially in her hed.
Scyther stared down at the papers on her desk with a pained grimace. Bow hadn't been around that day--she was probably out with Tetra--and the rain had kept her indoors, so the bug Pokemon had found herself sitting at her desk. Before the poor girl knew it, she was scribbling out poems and blurbs of stories and the like, and now she sat with smudged and crinkled papers covered in words. Now she was just looking at them, unable to decide what to do with the fruits of her labor. Confused because she'd never written only for herself before, Scyther gathered up her writings and stood, leaving her dorm (and a note for Bow announcing her departure so the Boo wouldn't worry).
She made her way down the hall, gauze-wrapped feet padding silently through the halls towards her final destination. Part of her couldn't believe she was doing this, but things had been...a lot different since that party...since that teacher danced with her.... And yet, she was on her way to see him. Was she insane? She had to be.
After the seventh time Scyther nearly turned around and went back to her dorm, the girl finally reached the corridor with the bird Pokemon's classroom. Her demeanor wasn't quite as collected now, and she felt the urge to turn and run away. Still, she steeled herself and walked to the door, where she proceeded to have a staring contest with the wood grain for several minutes before knocking.
When she finally did knock, she cleared her throat to say, "Xatu...?" but no sound came out.
What: Scyther visits Xatu at his classroom to show him some of her writings. Girly feelings confusion ensues.
Where: Xatu's classroom where he teaches Creative Writing, whereverthehell that is.
When: Tuesday, Oct. 14.
Rating: Probably just PG-13 because Scyther curses sometimes, especially in her hed.
Scyther stared down at the papers on her desk with a pained grimace. Bow hadn't been around that day--she was probably out with Tetra--and the rain had kept her indoors, so the bug Pokemon had found herself sitting at her desk. Before the poor girl knew it, she was scribbling out poems and blurbs of stories and the like, and now she sat with smudged and crinkled papers covered in words. Now she was just looking at them, unable to decide what to do with the fruits of her labor. Confused because she'd never written only for herself before, Scyther gathered up her writings and stood, leaving her dorm (and a note for Bow announcing her departure so the Boo wouldn't worry).
She made her way down the hall, gauze-wrapped feet padding silently through the halls towards her final destination. Part of her couldn't believe she was doing this, but things had been...a lot different since that party...since that teacher danced with her.... And yet, she was on her way to see him. Was she insane? She had to be.
After the seventh time Scyther nearly turned around and went back to her dorm, the girl finally reached the corridor with the bird Pokemon's classroom. Her demeanor wasn't quite as collected now, and she felt the urge to turn and run away. Still, she steeled herself and walked to the door, where she proceeded to have a staring contest with the wood grain for several minutes before knocking.
When she finally did knock, she cleared her throat to say, "Xatu...?" but no sound came out.