-pulls her hair back to show him- Because -sob- I would look like a man -sob- SEE!
“Nest time~” she sleepily chimed, tossing a blanket over both of them before she scoots over to lay next to her. Sleepy double stuffed burrito style.
Ed shrugged, looking at the scrawled up little sheet, confused as to what the note meant to him. He had no idea if he was supposed to enter into the school and talk with the head master, or just inspect the surrounding area. From what he gathered, the military noticed strange activities happening in Japan, relating to some undercover gang in a rich part of town. Why was he sent here, out of all the people they had available? His guess was that the Colonel just wanted to torture him some more. Oh goodie.
He walked around for a bit, admiring the late cherry blossoms that were blooming before he noticed someone in the distance. She was standing around, looking a little lost. Edward’s instincts told him to help her, but he was not familiar with this area at all. In fact, he was not used to Japan at all, not one bit.
“Hey um, are you, lost or something?” he finally said approaching closer to the girl, blinking, and realizing how tall she was up close.
Adriana doesn’t usually loose things. Her attention span, confidence and her mind are lost on occasion but at least she’s responsible with what is truly important. Like her beloved mechanical pencil.
Yes. How horrible indeed. To lose the utensil that instruments her very soul.
Really it’s just her anxiety for a test she is unprepared for today had won the best of her thus she’s playing hooky to “rescue her beloved tool”. And then she heard a voice call out to her, a voice that’s a little foreign and perhaps belonged to a teacher. She turned, ready to be caught red handed but when she looked forward there was nothing. Oh. He’s short, and doesn’t seem like a teacher. Score!
“Hi, just looking for something, you don’t look like a teacher, are you a student?”
just making sure she’s not caught.
“Villa-chan!” Tamaki greeted the upcoming hostess. He was ready to teach her his ways of hosting in a female body. She would become the best wife with these methods too, always able to please her husband. He was so pleased with himself for coming up with this idea
even though it was Adriana that asked to join to make friends. “I’m glad to see you with my beautiful eyes.”
so glad that it is not Ootori-sempai.She beamed back, although not brightly as her new sparkling sensei. Hauling ass tush- is light cussing allowed? Note for later host questioning -proved to be worth it though to be on time, training would go much smoother than frightening but parting with her shadowy master was a little heart breaking.
“Rebel host reporting for training duty, Sir!” she saluted, the sleeve of the cloak that she still dawned from her other club obscures part of her face.
you may take the girl out of black magic club early but the black magic club will always remain with her
He was never going to live down that title the Hitachiin’s put on him. ‘Chick Magnet’ after adopting a chicken. He was slurping his tea noisily when he got a text. Adriana. Oh. He went straight face once he read the contents. How did she ever find out about that joke…or was she part of it? He was always slow at realizing things. He couldn’t necessarily smile over the phone, or give a pat on the head, but someone actually texted him just to say hi. It was strange. Usually, it was his cousin wanting something, or Tamaki asking where Haruhi was. Still, he wanted it simple and to the point.
TXT: Hello bloo
Huhuhu. The vibration of her cellphone always tickled her lap. Wait.
Dear Lord. HE TEXTED BACK.
Now if Adriana was a normal person she would know that when greeted most people well respond back, but Adriana is a hen. No. A chicken. Thus she proceeded to pace about the room like one of her majestic feathered brethren. Flailing arms and all. Yet she still managed to pull together the best non-lonely sounding response she can muster, because really this little hen actually likes company more than she leads on.
//”Hi : D thought I should bother you in your waking hours because the server is down sooooooo what’s up?”//
Adri seemed very excited over this unorthodox club, more then Kidd assumed from first meeting her. It seems he came to the right person after all to find out more of what he needed. His facial expression seemed to become more serious, but showing it was only to brace for what this club may hold.
“So you are an actual member of this club? I am quite a fan of the supernatural. A follower of them, you might say. But to know that such a club exist here..seems quite frightening to mingle with such devilish entities with a group.” Kidd fixes his collar, as if a sign to get himself ready for this unknown, while making himself more presentable. “..but as a guest, I would love to join you. Would be an honor to see what mysteries can be found when not alone.”
Devilish Entities? Well I guess you can consider beelzenef a bit devilish, but she considered him cute in a creepy way. Now for those relics… rather not start up her over enthusiastic imagination.
“Ah don’t worry, it’s not so frightening as it first seems” she waves passively while guiding him to the secret passage. “so long as you have a strong mind it won’t get to you at all.” she reassured him though she felt that he probably wouldn’t need any. Though she could hint onto his seriousness, but wasn’t so sure how to read it. Preparation to meet a group of people?
Yes! I’ll do it NO-… How do people normally do this?
The girl clicked her pen rapidly; her subconscious nervous tick kicking in again.
She stared down at her cellphone screen with a simple greeting just waiting to be sent.
Delete. No too it was too boring of a text. Ah yes~
Adri clicked send. Slightly still nervous
because fucking hell human interaction but very satisfied.
⊰☠⊱ An accident has occurred in the back of the bakery, and several employees were already tending to it. Including the idiot in the front who left his post. Ryusei picked up a presence while he was kneading some dough; he told one of the unoccupied employees to take care of it while he rushes to where the cash register was. “G—good morning! May I take your order?” The vampire asked in a rushed voice, attempting to calm himself down from the incident.
When entering into the bakery the young girl noticed the employees of the shop suddenly rush off towards the back. This made her worried, maybe she should turn back and come another time, but she walked all that way and and and so hungry…
“Two croissants and a doughnut… please!” Adriana half awkwardly said without her innards crying out loud for baked goods.