Akihiro (Mahelona) (teenfae) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-12-01 02:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-21 |
You say weird; I say unique
WHO: Akihiro and OPEN!
WHERE: A hallway, SOHS
WHEN: Lunch time
It was Panda Day! Well, officially, it was Pajama Day at school but Hiro had decided that it would also be Panda Day. After all, he'd been amassing a rather oddball collection of panda-related paraphernalia from his bargain bin diving extravaganzas and it was about time he wore it out. Still, he would never be able to stand with only having black-and-white on him, so he added random splashes of color with random things like multi-colored mittens and an obnoxiously-patterned pair of pajama pants. Truth be told, the pajama bottoms were for women but woe be to the poor soul that dared to point that out to Hiro. They'd have more glamored-on warts on their face faster than they could say 'I TAKE IT BACK.' Of course, Hiro would remove the warts at the end of the school day, but they didn't have to know that. His favorite part of the whole outfit, of course, was the mohawk hat that he'd gotten for two bucks at the thrift shop. Awesome, really. Now he didn't have to glamour his hair a fantastic color.
He'd gotten kicked out of fourth period...or was it fifth? Third? For falling asleep and then announcing it to the world by snoring. What? It wasn't his fault that they decided it was going to be pajamas all day. After all, wasn't sleeping what you were supposed to do in pajamas? Humans were ridiculous. At any rate, after being sent out of class, he'd decided to go ahead and walk on into the lunch room and have his lunch early. He still didn't quite understand what the heck was being served in the lunch room, so he always packed his own lunch. It was usually cold pizza or cereal, but it was better than the slop he saw on his classmates' trays. He stuffed his backpack into his locker (hadn't had time to stow it away this morning...running late and all that) and retrieved his lunch box. Panda-themed also, of course. Tucking a panda pillow pet under his arm, he whistled a melody as he made his way to the lunch room. He hoped he'd find someone who he could talk to while he was there. Or at least someone whose hair he could turn orange.