Who: Kiyoshi and Anya. What: Impromptu Chinese New Year celebrations in Tokyo! When: Backdated to Saturday the 13th, directly following this exchange over IM. Where: Araboth common room, the town of Idris and then Tokyo, Japan. Rating: TBA.
It had been exactly five minutes since Anya had emerged from her room to wait for Kiyoshi in the common room, and he still had not shown up.
Or, well. Actually, if she were to be fair, it was more like... Looking up from where she'd been staring rather intently at her shoes, Anya let her eyes flicker over the heads of some of the students lounging about in the center of the room to glance quickly at the clock on the wall. Three minutes. Three minutes she'd been waiting, and since then she had run out of ways to entertain herself.
Certainly having other people there in the room with her lessened some of the boredom that may have otherwise made itself known, but to be honest, small talk really, really wasn't her thing, and hardly any of the people who had started up a conversation with her had anything of value to present. Call her a snob, but as inspiring as it was to be engaged in the latest gossip involving her classmates and their internet hook-ups or whatever, if someone really wanted to start talking to her out of nowhere, she would really prefer to be presented with a topic that actually challenged her thinking rather than causing her brain to turn to mush.
Swaying from side to side with agitated restlessness, Anya gave her braid an absentminded tug and looked at the clock again. Four minutes. And was he there yet? No. No, he wasn't.
Finally, feeling a vague sort of irritation beginning to weigh itself down on her consciousness, Anya pushed herself off of the wall she had propped herself against and, folding her arms over her chest, turned to eye the doorway leading into the boys' residence hall with rapidly growing impatience. If her dashing binder-rescuing hero were descending upon her from a far away land or something, she'd be a lot more understanding, but that wasn't exactly the case here. Honestly, what was he doing, touching up on his make-up or something??
Sucking in a deep breath, Anya forced herself to relax. Hey, if he was planning on being a pain, at least she wouldn't be dealing with him for very long, right? Right.