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Yukizaki Seiko ([info]mellow_lellow) wrote in [info]disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-03-09 00:29:00

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Entry tags:beachthread, kou, seiko

Who: Seiko, Kou.
What: Talking things over.
When: After the Kou explosion.
Where: Kou's room.
Why: Seiko tries to fix everyone.

Seiko sighed, her hand poised to knock on Oubai-san's door. She hadn't approved of what he has said to Kozue, and she certainly didn't think it was something to do publicly. But he was clearly very upset, and she wouldn't forgive herself if she didn't try to help him, to hear his side of things before making any judgments.

She raised her hand and knocked quietly on the door.

"Oubai-san its Seiko! Can I talk to you?" she called through the door, hoping he'd at the least open the door and try to talk to her, try to explain things to her. And maybe she could try to make sure he'd not spread anything at school, try to avoid Kozue getting anymore trouble...



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[info]daioujou
2010-03-10 10:00 pm UTC (link)
"Humph. I'm finishing coursework. I don't have time. Perhaps later?"

Kouchisei's pen scribbled furiously on a sheet of paper, and he was frustrated but could only lay it beside the notepad, even though he wanted to hurl it at the wall.

"But thank you for coming." He wanted to be isolated. It was peaceful; quiet and relaxing were two good qualities for any room. His thoughts could be arranged more clearly, except with that he was settling into a quagmire - he couldn't think. His hands shook slightly at the recognition, and he rested them flat on the table.

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