Who: Chiharu and Cole What: Chiharu is hauling him to lunch When: Wednesday afternoon Where: Cole's dorm Status: Threading Rating: PG-13 for Chiharu's mouth
Classes ended, and Chiharu typically bolted out of the room as if a smoke bomb just propelled into the area. Doing her usual routine, she loosened her tie, un-tucked her dress shirt and wrenched up the sleeves to her elbows. Once reaching to her room, her body basically disintegrated into her mattress, tossing her books onto the floor. But once her body hit the bed, she felt her stomach rumble. Jadedness and hunger was not a good combination. A frustrated groan rumbled through her chest and stood up, deciding that she was going out for lunch. She dressed comfortably, wearing a flannel shirt rolled up to her elbows, shorts, and her gladiator sandals.
Once leaving her room, she decided that Cole would tag along, whether he wanted to or not. So turning the opposite direction, she sauntered over to his dorm. It had been a while since she and Cole had hung out. She felt as if she was avoiding him ever since her confession at the woods, even if he surprisingly took it well. It just felt a little weird when people knew that she played with guns and switch knives in her past. Arriving to his dorm, she knocked on it loudly three times, “Cole, c’mon, we’re getting lunch!” she called out.