7th-Nov-2007 12:00 pm - [Thread] The life of the creative man is lead, directed and controlled by bo
Who: Azuma Yunoki [
2faced_flutist ], Misao Makimachi [
playful_weasel ] [closed]
Where: Outside Room #303
When: [07/11/2007] [12:00 P.M]
What: Lunch date?
Rating: PG-13 for now and it will stay that way...
After settling his a few student council work that the council practically begged him to help. Even though he was the class secretary, he was an idiot when it came to accounting. He barely even had time to change from his uniform. Dressed in khaki pants and white Italian sweater. He walked towards Misao's dormroom, making sure that he wasn't being followed. He decided to pick her up instead of waiting for her somewhere on campus because that would be just asking for trouble especially if they decided to follow them around the rest of the day.
Azuma didn't know what in the world he was thinking, when he asked Misao out. Well, admittedly he wasn't really thinking and it was just something he felt like doing. Misao wasn't one of those fangirls that annoyed him with their constant flirting, adoring and following. His "cult" was beginning to be a nuisance to his everyday life. Back in Seisou, the girls like those called themselves "Yunoki-sama's bodyguards." He was fine with that. But then, he heard that some first years here called themselves, "Yunoki's Angels." Those girls watched too much television. Despite his dislike of the weasel girl, the fact that she was different intrigued him.
Finally reaching her door, Azuma knocked. Once in a while, some people passed him and watched him carefully. He would throw them a friendly smile, thinking that they should mind their own business. He had been wearing his mask for some time already. And he wanted to take it off soon before he explodes with all the smiling and gentleness.
"Misao, It's me, Azuma," he called out, politely. He was aware that people were watching. "Are you ready?"
2faced_flutist ], Misao Makimachi [
playful_weasel ] [closed]
Where: Outside Room #303
When: [07/11/2007] [12:00 P.M]
What: Lunch date?
Rating: PG-13 for now and it will stay that way...
After settling his a few student council work that the council practically begged him to help. Even though he was the class secretary, he was an idiot when it came to accounting. He barely even had time to change from his uniform. Dressed in khaki pants and white Italian sweater. He walked towards Misao's dormroom, making sure that he wasn't being followed. He decided to pick her up instead of waiting for her somewhere on campus because that would be just asking for trouble especially if they decided to follow them around the rest of the day.
Azuma didn't know what in the world he was thinking, when he asked Misao out. Well, admittedly he wasn't really thinking and it was just something he felt like doing. Misao wasn't one of those fangirls that annoyed him with their constant flirting, adoring and following. His "cult" was beginning to be a nuisance to his everyday life. Back in Seisou, the girls like those called themselves "Yunoki-sama's bodyguards." He was fine with that. But then, he heard that some first years here called themselves, "Yunoki's Angels." Those girls watched too much television. Despite his dislike of the weasel girl, the fact that she was different intrigued him.
Finally reaching her door, Azuma knocked. Once in a while, some people passed him and watched him carefully. He would throw them a friendly smile, thinking that they should mind their own business. He had been wearing his mask for some time already. And he wanted to take it off soon before he explodes with all the smiling and gentleness.
"Misao, It's me, Azuma," he called out, politely. He was aware that people were watching. "Are you ready?"