| [Jan. 8th, 2009|02:56 pm] |
"Maybe," Hayate offered, and was relieved when Katsuko nodded at last and turned away into the cafeteria. He stood a moment alone in the hall, listening to the muted murmur within the cafeteria itself.
The with a little jump like he'd been stung, he twisted around and struck up a bouncy little jog to the door to the kitchens, further down the hall. He grinned as he went, in anticipation of getting something nice to eat, and tried to fix down both new names he'd learned, so he wouldn't forget them.
Ryouma, and Katsuko. Hey, there is stir-fry tonight! Awright! |
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