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Kongou Nobutake, 18, student at St. Katarina's Unfated but ready for anything! Let's have tea! Closed RP blog for Kongou of Kancolle [Affiliated with Red-ThreadRP]

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tea for two { kongou & slaine

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For some time now, there was a bustling hype about a brand new shop in the quieter side of town specializing in tea. Up until today, the student relied on bland breakfast tea packets from the compact section in the nearby grocery store. A lack of quality was a growing outrage, he pondered. With the diversity of the town, Slaine expected a more… wider array of options than ten different brands of breakfast tea.

Fed up with his options, he decided to take a quick trip into town. Even with a large number of assignments waiting for him, physics and chemistry could wait an hour or two; there were more pressing matters at hand.

Upon entering the establishment, the robust aroma of tea struck his senses. The orderly alignment of tin canisters lined the simplistic white shelves to his left and right. While he navigated through the various display tables towards one side of the store, he noted the many varieties for sale. 'This place is a sanctuary,' he thought. Arriving at his destination, he set to work. Deep teal eyes scanned each label at a swift pace, stopping a few seconds every few labels. Other than possible flavors with rose, he did not have a preference for his selection. Perhaps he would have to search harder and just a bit faster.

The sudden sound of spoken words within the shop surprised him. Taking a moment from his search, he glanced over to his side to see the familiar sight of an undecided customer. There stood a girl holding a tin from a few rows down, a tentative expression spread across her face. As he paused from his own search, he walked the short distance towards the other figure. For all he knew, both he and the stranger could benefit from the possible exchange of suggestions.

"Excuse me," he started, adjusting his posture to face the girl. "If you would like a second opinion, rose-infused blends have a refreshing flavor suitable for any time of day."

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Kongou had been so engrossed in her own thoughts over having to make such an important decision that she failed to notice the boy walking up to her until he spoke up, breaking her proverbial bubble and tugging her back into the real world. Her mouth opened into a little 'o' shape as she listened to his suggestion before it carved into a wide grin as he finished speaking.

He sounded like he knew what he was talking about- a huge relief to be honest! A second opinion was the thing she was just looking for and it looked like the fates decided to be kind that day, as they always are!

"Oh! You're right!" Meticulously manicured nails- courtesy of an impromptu sleepover at a classmate's the evening before- tapped on the tin, a gesture of thought as Kongou turned to regard the other tins. After a few moments of consideration, she finally slid the tin she had been holding back in and procured one holding a rose-fused blend. The grin was back on her face. She was back to her natural state: pleased as punch.

"That makes a lot of sense, stranger! Color me impressed! Wow!" A lightning-quick look-over told her he was the proper type. It was easy enough to gather based on his posture alone, and his impeccable sense of dress. It wasn’t long before she launched into the rapid-fire speech. "So you like tea as much as I do? I take mine once a day, at the very least! Isn't this shop just the best? Ah, I’m Kongou by the way! Kongou Nobutake!"

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hard at work! | hikari & kongou

It was a bright, sunny day; the kind of day that was perfect for going out and playing around at the park or heading out to Nuage Bakery for a job interview, the latter of which was what was Kongou was up to right now, coincidentally. At first Kirishima had reasoned that none of them even needed part-time jobs and  presented her with a tirade nothing short of a speech about how if they needed anything all they had to do was ask because there certainly was no shortage of money in their monthly allowance, much thanks in part to the her budgeting skills. Which in Kirishima-speak was “We’re kind of maybe filthy rich? Just thought I should remind you in case you forgot.”

True, their wealth was a blessing, and the idea of continuing in her father’s footsteps to become a captain of a rad battleship would forever take front stage in her aspirations, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to do other things, too. And one such thing was working at a bakery.  The tinkling of the bell hanging over the glass door was music to her ears and a precursor to her grand announcement as she entered the bakery with all the elegance and subtlety of a dynamite going off: “I am here for a job interview!”

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a study on human relationships { kongou & clear

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Today was warmer than Clear had preferred much to his disappointment. It was at times like this where he most opted to stay at home and do nothing but laze around in his air-conditioned room. In fact, the idea had nearly tempted him earlier but then guilt struck him hard when he thought of how his grandfather would react if he was still here with him and saw him ditching work to laze around. A tired sigh slipped past Clear’s lips as he wiped the bead of sweat that rolled down his forehead, the sleeves of his white long-sleeved shirt rolled up to his elbows but it barely did justice to his needs of comfort. He chose the right decision in regards to not wearing his gas mask today.

As he continued to water the row of roses before him, he caught a familiar figure by the corner of his eye. He turned his head to see a good friend of his and a smile immediately lit up his pale features out of instinct. “Hi, Kongou-san!” He greeted her with genuine enthusiasm but then it quickly died down once he caught sight of the troubled look on the girl’s dainty face.

"Oh? My advice?" Nobody has ever asked for his advice before so this was definitely new to him. It felt good to gain someone’s trust enough to have them ask you for your opinion.

"Sure, fire away!"

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She hummed, dragging it out as it rose in pitch indicative of her frustration. Finally, in a gesture that would make any thespian proud, she faced the kind florist. A troubled look was etched onto her normally-sunny features. “Well to make a long story still kind of long but just a bit shorter, a boy from St. Jerome’s confessed! Andbutso the thing is, so far all of the people I’ve gone on a date with are people I actually know,” she recounted, balancing back onto the balls of her feet and clasping her hands behind her back. Said people were mostly comprised of a handful of schoolmates from St. Katarina’s and at most a couple of boys who were the friends of friends.

The red string tale was one she firmly put her faith in and she felt that in order to find the person tied, she believed securely at the other end of hers, she had to go out and date as big of a variety of people as possible! Divide and conquer, so to speak- a hand-me-down tactic from her father.

“Argh! It’s so frustrating! I don’t see why I’m making a big deal out of this, but I am and I can’t stop!” And it was true because weren’t dates supposed to be just short, temporary, fleeting things? A trial run of a possibly life-long commitment of sorts? Maybe that was possibly why she felt apprehensive about this one. It wasn’t as easy to foretell as the ones she’d gone on. After all, she only knew the St. Jerome’s students by reputation, which wasn’t exactly even spot-free to begin with. A small sigh and a tiny pout, a resisting of the urge to just burst back out through the doors and run like…well, a crazy running person. Kongou isn’t exactly known for her poeticism.

The florist was admittedly what she could consider ‘attractive’, even she could  recognize that. Fluffy white hair-and-baby-pink-eyes combo paired with that “zesty” personality of his made up the disarmingly-cute image pretty well. It would come as no surprise to her if he had suitors lining up to his door for their turn in getting summa that. Plus, he was older than her and automatically more learned the machinations of life and the social humdrum that came with it. That was how it was, she didn’t make the rules. 

“I need your perspective! You’re someone who has gone on dates, right, Clear? What do you think I should do?

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To anyone threading with Shu and/or Kongou, I’ve added a lil ‘disclaimer’ to their guidelines pages re: how long replies are gonna take! To save you guys the trouble of having to click through basically they will most likely be done on the weekends because life. Life is why.

A whole bunch of people in our department resigned recently so I’ll be taking over most of their roles for the meantime! Nevertheless I’ll try to sneak in replies over the weekdays, when my load at work isn’t too heavy (Klee thanks for the genius idea about the emailing thing eeee).  

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Gigantic height? |D

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“Yay! I live for challenges!”

“Hm...it’s not what I would consider a personal fetish...but I’m not against it, either. So...yay-nay...?”

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Hair pulling~

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“Hm...yay. Just don’t pull too hard! Although I don’t think I’d be able to pull on anyone else’s hair for that matter, but I could be persuaded!”

“Yay- as long as I’m not the one getting my hair tugged on...otherwise it seems like too much of a bother.”

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Little Lost Red

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Ruby must have been the site to see, red hoodie pulled over her uniform two-toned hair barely brushed out of her rush to get to school on time. A few girls did start to whisper and point as she passed them in the halls but Ruby didn’t pay them any mind. No her eyes were glued to the slip of paper in hand that listed her classes and what rooms they’d be all be in. She grimaced at words like Etiquette and Ballroom Dance, two subjects she knew very little about. Around her the girls were already rushing off to class, stragglers nearly running through the hall to get to their class before they could be counted tardy, but Ruby, the poor girl, didn’t understand why they were running like that when the signal for class hadn’t went off yet.

Ruby unknowingly went on her way looking down to her paper only to look up a few seconds later to compare the number on the paper to the number printed alongside the doors. 

"The paper says 207, but all these doors say 1 something… wait…. I don’t have to go through like a hundred doors right?" it was a big school, “I don’t have the time to go through that many doors, class will be starting any minute now!”

She says that but peering into one of the classrooms and seeing the teacher already starting the lesson indicates that she was already late for class. So much for trying to be punctual on her first day to set off a good example so that maybe the other girls will talk to her. The girl in red slumped against the wall sliding down to sit on the floor placing her forehead on her knees before making a frustrated noise of distress, that was some kind of cross between a groan and a whine.

"I hate this school… Why are there so many doors…. and no signal to start of class…. and no map, I could really use a map…"

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The halls were quiet save for the scuffing of classic mary janes against smooth, polished marble and the idle but joyous humming of a girl making her way to St. Katarina's cafe. Their teacher had given them some time off to go off and do whatever their hearts desired, and what Kongou's own little heart lusted after in particular since the early morning was the unparalleled chocolate croissants freshly made by the school's resident bakers. Heck yes her allotted mini-break stuffing herself silly with said baked treat while sipping pleasant morning tea. Truly the best way to start her day.

Her strolling slowed to a stop when she spotted a lone figure huddled, back against the wall, shoulders slumped and forehead against bent knees in a telltale sign of defeat. The sight tugged at her heart and her more sisterly side reared its proverbial head, most likely moved by the sight, too. Seeing sad girls was definitely one of the things that moved Kongou, something that most likely stemmed from having and earnestly loving three younger sisters.

“Oh!” she cried quietly to herself before making her way over, brows pinching together in worry. Kongou kneeled down and placed a gentle hand on the short-haired girl’s shoulder. Now that she had gotten a good look at her, this girl was most likely lost; the senior realized that she wasn’t familiar at all, so she was probably new. That in itself was easy to discern because Kongou knew almost every student at St. Katarina’s, even if she hasn’t exactly befriended all of them yet. She was getting there, though, make no mistake about it.

“Hey, are you okay? If you’re not feeling well, I can take you to the infirmary. It isn’t too far off.”

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HOT DAMN!

“Isn’t asking this question pointless? Of course you’re a ten, Zoom. Being an idol, you have a pretty face, a nice body- everything! Even your hands are pretty! Even when they’re going around groping!”

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Libraries were never Yosuke’s favorite place, they were too quiet for his liking and he wasn’t too big of a fan on actually reading. When he wanted to read, it would be at home with headphones on. So why did he find himself in a library? Well it’d have to be because of that curiosity on Bewitchers that drove him here. He’d been doing this every free day he got, and would constantly be skimming through the books looking for something that would tell him more about them. He found a book or two for the day that he would read and went do find somewhere to to sit. A lot of the tables around were full of study groups which he wanted to avoid, so he was relieved to see a girl sitting on her own at one table, seeming to be studying.

He approached the table and didn’t hesitate to straight out ask, “Mind if I sit here?”

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Kongou very rarely frequented libraries- most of her studying was done in the comfort and familiarity of her room, or at cafes where the quiet activity buzzed her. Today's lesson, however, demanded she look up a few books not in her possession. She was busy studying (it was really more of staring down the page half-intimidatingly, as if doing so would somehow force the information to etch itself into her brain) when a boy approached her.

"'course not!" Kongou grinned from ear to ear, grandly gesturing to the empty seat across hers. She was eager for a conversation, although this stranger was most likely here for more scholarly pursuits. "So what are ya in for?"    

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Fetish: Thomas the steam engine

"Trains aren't supposed to have faces." 

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i based this off the meme you wrote bc it was just too cute i couldn’t resist ;;

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HOT DAMN. So not late.

"Suey, a classic beauty! But you know what, I’ve never seen your hair not in that braid. Nothing compare to the wind in your hair, so let it flow free every once in a while! Still, it’s a 10 from me for owning one of my favorite faces!"

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