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Oubai, Kouchisei ([info]daioujou) wrote in [info]disappear_rpg,
@ 2009-05-11 02:45:00

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Entry tags:kou, maeko, reizo, shiori, toshimi

Who: Members and interested parties.
What: Anti-Bullying Club.
Where: Empty classroom?
When: Monday lunchtime.
Why: It's a club!

Nanakamado's Anti-Bullying Club was in session. The door opened silently and hung slightly ajar.

Kouchisei was outside. His warm palm cusped the metal door handle; he began turning it the wrong way. He stopped - what was he doing? Children were testing a silly rumour all over the school. He found such childish thoughts insulting. He dropped the handle and cast left and right. An empty corridor: good.

And that club. People told him to take it easy. It wasn't advice that worked. He didn't want to feel any worse.

So what was he to do here?



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[info]daioujou
2009-05-19 05:01 pm UTC (link)
"You're a man without, and I mean this helpfully, the patience to be in this club. Believe me on this, your energy would be better spent on baseball."

He was speaking in a polite tone he could never have imagined using. Reizo made it necessary. Thinking of him made him appear mildly irritated - hadn't he strutted around enough today? The anger made him scowl and his glasses slid down.

Kou pushed them back up. "Wakanata-san. Is there something you need? We're busy."

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[info]some_other_dog
2009-05-19 05:06 pm UTC (link)
The unbelieving look on his face only grew, then something seemed to click and the boy started laughing. It was an .. odd sight, to see the large boy hugging his stomach in laughter.

“You think I was going to join this stupid club? I thought you glasses guys were supposed to be smart.”

He actually slapped his knee at that, laughing a little harder.

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[info]shiori_wakanata
2009-05-19 05:15 pm UTC (link)
Blinking at the abrupt mood shift from her classmate, Shiori rose her hands in an attempt to placate him. Her eyes flickered over to her detention mate before going back to Oubai. Something had obviously gone between them; she didn't need to have witnessed what she did to know that.

"Whoa, sorry!" she exclaimed. "I thought I heard this was an open club, but I'm probably mistaking this for something else."

Or not. If she went back to the room now, she'd probably settle down to draw so she could take her mind off of lunch... or her lack of one. By the time Oubai and Nawanaka came back, Shiori would probably be absorbed with the paper. As she usually was when in class.

Taking a step back towards the door, she smiled brightly. "I'll see you guys in class then! And you in detention-" she nodded to the boy with the dyed hair.

Though she smiled, inwardly she was frowning. Was this another incident where she could have sworn she heard something right, but turned out to be wrong about it? Shiori could have waved it off as an honest mistake if it didn't seem to happen so much.

Then again, maybe she was just slower than most. Her grades certainly reflected that.

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