Akuba Maeko (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} giantfruitbyday) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} disappear_rpg,@ 2009-09-25 05:26:00 |
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| Entry tags: | maeko, misaki |
Who: Maeko, Misaki
What: Discussion.
Where: Outside school, whereever they end up.
When: After Misaki's detention is done with.
Why: There is a time and a place (and, really, a correct method) for friendship speeches. This was only really the first and not quite that.
Maeko sat on the wall outside the main entrance of the school, kicking her legs. The student council meeting had ended about half an hour ago (Kiriko's absence was notable but not particularly surprising) and she was waiting for the detentions to do the same. It was as good a time as any to start on the day's homework and she pulled faces at the notebook on her lap, clearly because it was confusing her deliberately.
She'd already called Misaki's mother, telling her she knew Misaki was in detention but they'd already had plans to update the school website and would it be okay if they still did that, casually mentionning offhand that she was doing it because 'maintaining website for Nanakamado' looked good on a college application. After a few years fruitless mediation she generally knew how to do this.
She frowned and pouted and tapped her pen impatiently on the notebook, waiting for the questions to answer themselves (or at least be less confusing). When they didn't and she noticed a mass of pink approaching she replaced her notebook in her back, pushed off the wall onto her feet, and waved. "Hey, Misa-chan!"
She'd already called Misaki's mother, telling her she knew Misaki was in detention but they'd already had plans to update the school website and would it be okay if they still did that, casually mentionning offhand that she was doing it because 'maintaining website for Nanakamado' looked good on a college application. After a few years fruitless mediation she generally knew how to do this.
She frowned and pouted and tapped her pen impatiently on the notebook, waiting for the questions to answer themselves (or at least be less confusing). When they didn't and she noticed a mass of pink approaching she replaced her notebook in her back, pushed off the wall onto her feet, and waved. "Hey, Misa-chan!"