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disappear_npc ([info]disappear_npc) wrote in [info]disappear_plot,
@ 2009-07-15 22:22:00

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School Trip, Day One. (Bus Ride, Eating Somewhere and Onsen)
Who: EVERYONE (npcs welcome)
What: Bus Ride, Eating, Onsen, Night 1 at hotel.
Where: ON A BUS
When: Late May
Why: We like trips.

Aomori-sensei was clearly not in the best of moods. He hadn't been for a while. Still, there was an air of excitement about the students who were assembling to get on the buses as they chose thier seat partners and talked. It wasn't every day that they went on a school trip. Very few of them had been paying much attention in the half-day of lessons before. Even Ishino-sensei looked the happiest she'd been since the incident.

She went through the lines of pupils, checking thier permission forms, while Aomori and Banno-sensei herded them into the coaches.


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Re: Nighttime Wanderings
[info]apathyisboring
2009-07-24 09:05 am UTC (link)
"Tch, don't flatter yourself, idiot! I just want to see what it looks like," she said with a scowl and an incredibly dramatic eyeroll. Boys! Why did they all have to be such morons! Not that such self-importance was particularly out of character for him, but the comment annoyed her anyway.

When he did drop his robe, her eyebrows shot up so far they almost disappeared into her hairline. She had been preparing to dodge a thrown bottle of shampoo and scamper off back to her room or something - the last thing she had expected him to do was comply, and now that he had, she wasn't entirely sure why it hadn't immediately occured to her that being alone in a hall with a half-disrobed Reizo would be profoundly uncomfortable.

Of course, there was nothing to be done about it now. She cleared her throat rather weakly, shuffling closer to get a better look, and was silently grateful that the tattoo was on his back since she could feel even her ears going hot from embarassment. Of course, her inspection was completely innocent - she just wanted to see the artwork! - but she made sure to swiftly check left and right to make certain that the coast was clear as she'd just about die if this story (or an altered version of it) ever made it around the school.

She wasn't exactly sure what she expected, but that he picked a wolf had her wondering if he was thinking about his head-god when he picked the design. But then, did he even get to pick the design? She couldn't think of why he wouldn't, but then she didn't know how these things worked and maybe there was some meaning she wasn't aware of. Despite being incomplete, it looked pretty good. She squinted at the designs on both of his shoulders that she couldn't quite make out. The outline was faint and indiscernable. Trying to guess at what they might be, she kept getting distracted by the scars that ran through them, which only reminded her of the fact that she was out of bed after hours ogling Shirai's back, which caused her to pivot on her heel moments later and look determinedly down the hall.

"Okay, have a nice bath then."

She tried to force a casual tone onto this abrupt and rather awkward goodbye, but even she could tell that it hadn't quite come out that way as she started a bit stiffly down the corridor to her room.

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