Sebastian Dietrich (blood_noir) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-09-18 18:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | ita, kin |
Week Eighteen: Friday
Who: Ita and Kin
Where: Starting at the school and then off to The loft and the Pit
When: After classes
After his last class of the night, Kin hurried out of that room like a bolt of lightening. He had things to make, get ready, and meet Ita out front of the school. Was he stressing? Nooo, of course not!
Yes, yes, he was.
He was just trying to ignore it - like he tries to ignore every other emotion ( besides happiness ).
The books he had were thrown onto his bed. They will be picked up later at the whole date. A date. He was going on a date. This was how long? Too long. It was normal for him to laugh throughout the whole process of getting dressed, right? He was nervous! It had to be normal. And what he wore was a simple white buttoned up shirt - short sleeved, being it still summer and all. Black pair of jeans, though they were a bit ripped at the knees and thighs. She wouldn't mind, would she? The shirt was tucked in, so, he was looking a little presentable for a date. Even the black boots worked. Hopefully.
After getting ready which he didn't think would take over an hour, he ran down toward the kitchen to make the different types of mochi. The blood ones were made first, since those would be the simplest. Strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate went next. He even brought down a little cooler to keep them in, since ice cream was being put into the middle of that rice pastry. There was a smile upon his lips the whole time he was cooking. If he wanted to, Kin could have done all of this with his eyes closed. Been awhile, but his Grandmother always made him help her make them.
All the different mochi were placed in the container, closed tight, and put into the fridge for the time being. Cleaning the mess he made was the first thing on his mind right now. And when he looked up at the clock as he scrubbed down the counters, the longest sentence he ever said with more than one curse word came spilling out in Japanese. With the rag thrown into the sink, he grabbed the container from the fridge, slammed the door shut, and rushed his way toward the front of the school.
Hopefully he wasn't late. Hopefully she wasn't sitting out there and witing for him. And hopefully she'll like the little present he packed into his back pocket before leaving his room.