Retsu Gendou (![]() ![]() @ 2009-06-15 10:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | gendou, kanaye, keiichi, kou, maeko, misaki, shiori |
Who: Everyone
What: Spirit Week, Day 1: Cooking Day
Where: Cafeteria, Nanakamado Escalator High school
When: Breakfast and Lunch
Why: Because Gendou commands it, and he wants his tamagoyaki, damnnit!
Student council President Retsu Gendou walked quickly down the quiet hallway in the early morning to the cafeteria. His blue eyes taking in everything as he checked his cellphone one more time to make sure that he had the information that he needed. He knew there would be a large crowd that morning, he just wanted to make sure that there was enough food to feed the hungry minons of Nanakamado.
Heading over to the doors, he took a deep breath then pushed twin double doors with a burst of energy, flinging them open in the most dramatic way possible. (If there were birds on the opposite side they would take flight)
"Ito-kun! Aoi-Chan! Ah there you are! Good morning fellow Chefs, and how does the cooking fair this early morning. I'm sure that we're going to have some delicious food," he smiled cheerfully as he walked into the kitchen where the cooking club was working hard on their food. Some of the members grumbled upon seeing the president. After all this was his falut that they were up so early.
Gendou ignored the sour looks and went over to the main section of the room where Keiichi was busy cooking. He smiled brightly and slapped the tall boy on the back. "Well how's it coming? I should hope that there's no hang ups with the food?! Oh are you having the girls act as wait staff?! I'm sure that the students would get a kick out of the likes of Kasumi-chan, and Misaki-chan, wearing aprons and being all cute as they served food. Not to mention I'm sure that you'd get more members knowing that they'd be near cute girls too."
He slid over to Keiichi's other side and smirked as he spoke in a low voice, "By the way you are haveing the rolled omelet right? I've been hoping for one this week, and saving up my tastebuds for it, so it better be good, little cooking Kohai."
The third year gave him a cute smile as he said this, though it was clear that if he was disappointed there might be trouble on the horizen. It wasn't in the young second year's interest to sour the breakfast of the Student President of the school.