Nekozawa || Third
Who: Umehito Nekozawa and Ladies Of Somarium!
Where: City of Somni
Style: any way you want!
Status: open!
Hiding in the shadows, to protect himself from harsh light of the sun, there stood a tall teenager, donned in a black cloak, a cat puppet on one hand, a pair of scissors in the other. He does seem to feel a bit chilly, judging by his occasional shiver, but he ignores it for now. There is work to be done. What kind of club president would he be if he did not give his club members what they wanted for their birthday? Besides, to this teen's deluded mind, there was absolutely nothing wrong with wanting a lock of hair. Perhaps the good doctor wanted to use it for a ritual.
Thus, with light blue eyes, hidden under his black wig, Nekozawa scanned the area for any females. Surely, one among them had to be willing to lose a tiny little lock. He'd stay in that spot all day if he had to, just to get it. He was not going to let down his precious club members! So he stood there, in the snow, in the cold, the cat puppet rubbing its hands together to keep warm, and the scissors snipping the air in anticipation.
Where: City of Somni
Style: any way you want!
Status: open!
Hiding in the shadows, to protect himself from harsh light of the sun, there stood a tall teenager, donned in a black cloak, a cat puppet on one hand, a pair of scissors in the other. He does seem to feel a bit chilly, judging by his occasional shiver, but he ignores it for now. There is work to be done. What kind of club president would he be if he did not give his club members what they wanted for their birthday? Besides, to this teen's deluded mind, there was absolutely nothing wrong with wanting a lock of hair. Perhaps the good doctor wanted to use it for a ritual.
Thus, with light blue eyes, hidden under his black wig, Nekozawa scanned the area for any females. Surely, one among them had to be willing to lose a tiny little lock. He'd stay in that spot all day if he had to, just to get it. He was not going to let down his precious club members! So he stood there, in the snow, in the cold, the cat puppet rubbing its hands together to keep warm, and the scissors snipping the air in anticipation.