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Good Time {Closed}

     Chiaki wasn’t exactly a clumsy person, if anything she was actually pretty careful. (Much to the surprise of anyone who didn’t know her.)  But like all people, sometimes she slipped up. For example, today she had been playing an intense round of a rhythm game on her phone while walking after school through the halls.  She was about to beat her high score on the game…

    Her shoulders drooped slightly as she thought about this. Just a few seconds longer and she would’ve beat her personal record. Her phone had survived her tripping over a bag on her way out, thankfully. She’d just try again later. Maybe while waiting for dinner to get delivered.

   Although… She examined the scrape on her arm from the fall. It probably required some attention. Mostly getting it cleaned up, which is why she now found herself in front of the infirmary.  

   “… … … Excuse me,” Chiaki said, poking her head through the doorway curiously. “… … I fell and scraped my arm on my way out…”  

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[espigeon]

      The doctor was out so often that he’d begun to wonder if keeping him so busy was actually the former’s intention. The work itself is harmless; more often than not his patients are students with an incredible amount of excuses (and some very colorful stories) in an attempt to sleep through a class while others come to receive the right medications at the right time. Between caring for some, humoring others, and organizing what he’d promised, he hardly had time to sift through the files he needed to.

      There’s always tomorrow, he supposes.

      When a voice softly calls from the entrance, he’s almost surprised. It wasn’t that he minded a guest; it was the fact she was a familiar-- but unusual-- classmate around these parts that provided a blessed change of pace.

      “Chiaki! You’re so wounded you can’t make it home? Shall I carry you personally?”

      He smiles, demeanor light and amiable despite his tiredness. Exaggerations aside, he moves closer to see the injury in question and gently examines her arm, releasing his hold soon after determining the necessary care.

      “Ah, too bad, seems it’s not that serious.” Joking, of course. “Nonetheless, have a seat! It wouldn’t do to let it get infected. Just how did this happen, mon amie?”

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Faize turns his head slightly so that the other who was offering their apologies, came into his line of sight. Even less now did anything make sense; though the fact a half eaten apple to hit him so directly when attention wasn’t being paid had to be the winner, even if it was an accident.

“It’s all right,” he responds, as despite the impact he wasn’t really harmed in any way–there was no need for grudges or the like. Besides what made the boy more curious than anything was the reason a bin was being rummaged through in the first place. He’s caught off-guard by the spontaneous question and flusters a little as he fumbles with words. “E-Er, yes, yes it is.”

“But… on such a fine evening there must be better pastimes than rummaging through garbage,” he pauses, “did you perchance lose something important in there? Would you like some assistance?”

[espigeon]

      His attempt at a change of subject is in vain, but he’s hardly disheartened. Rather, an excuse is gifted to him right from the witness himself so he goes with it, waving a dismissive hand as suddenly and naturally as their encounter. For now, a focus on the other is maintained, however unsuccessful it may be. 

      “I’m touched by your offer! Stumbling upon a kind soul at this hour is rare indeed!” His smile, at least, is the genuine article. “Not to worry though, I’ve already done all the searching I can. Besides that, you’re right! There are far better things to do.” 

      He leans over to grab the previous offending apple on the ground (littering is no good!) and throws it casually into the trash, stepping forward. There-- it’s all behind them.

      “Seems this night will be a clear one. A good opportunity to stargaze, maybe?” he almost seems to lead the way before turning to face the still stranger. “Come to think of it, it’s a little unusual to see anyone taking these backstreets-- what brings your stroll here?”

[infinitysaber]

The impact isn’t hard, though the thwack can still be heard, as something hits Faize in the head. He looks down at the ground to affirm just what the offending item is, and ultimately ends up a little surprised.

“Well, that was a little unexpected.” he murmurs to himself (because he’s unaware of anyone nearby in this instance), and wonders just who might have thrown it in his direction; was it intentional, or not? 

[espigeon]

      An unexpected voice pulls Yuuya from the trash can he’d been scouring upon realizing that a half-eaten apple he’d carelessly tossed behind him had smacked gracelessly into someone instead of falling innocently to the ground.

      “Ah, that was me! My apologies!” He brushes himself off as best he can for someone near garbage and attempts a lighthearted change of subject-- preferably so that he might not have to explain himself. “Such a warm evening tonight, isn’t it?”

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Although the afternoon was but a mere few hours into its warm descent, the quaint tea room still had grown ever so bustling in the short hours the warm day had since provided. Tourists, locals and daily commuters passed the expanse of glass which kept the cool air apart from the shoulders of the indoor consumers, those being mostly the brunching types who found comfort in an afternoon fruit tea and a French pastry. 

Aside from the socialite who sat at his lonely table with nought but a book propped upon the cloth and a porcelain cup emitting a seductive, delicious waft of strawberry, the tea room also played host to a group of high-schoolers, a cluster of girls whose purses were ripe with fresh pocket money and their admirers who would club together in order to afford just one drink each. 

Persistence amused Shuu at least, thus he set down the book to observe as one lad more confident than the rest began trying his hand at some charismatic wooing. It had been something of a surprise when that roll of François had parted his lips, and even more of a shock when the object of such magnifique flirtation merely giggled and moved to sit with the rest of her friends. 

“Mon ami,” Shuu started, fingers threaded together as he rested his chin atop those delicate digits. “Whilst that line was endearing for some, perhaps you should try something a little less brazen. Young love certainly is charming, but if you wish to simply lift her spirits in the meantime, you should work a little harder than that.”

[espigeon]

      Seldom was there a maiden so bold as to return such poetic affection in front of a group of friends, but still does he put forth an effort despite the regrettably low chances of success. Ultimately he would only elicit a smile, a giggle that didn’t quite betray the most honest emotion, and a soft wave of goodbye as she turned.

      What a shame! His hand floats to lay against his chest for a disheartened, theatrical touch, knowing well enough that he was still being watched through the corner of their eyes, most likely spoken of in the hush of their whispers. Though not entirely used to a subtle rejection, he’s at least acted on par with the reputation that tends to precede him, and so finds that nothing is truly wrong.

      It’s the voice calling in a tongue all too recognizable that strikes him, attention turning instantly to a male of borderline arrogant confidence. There’s a pause; a transition from bouncing enthusiasm to quiet observation. French, presumably well off-- it’s a familiar story, one that hits a little close, and he notes it with a minor dose of doubt. Should he know of this person? He might be overestimating this coincidence, or perhaps it’s merely a question he should save for Sakuya; regardless, he decides to aim for a name.

      “You wound me, monsieur!” A kind, careless nature returns as he steps toward the table, not yet inviting himself to sit. A little socializing never hurt anyone, and he thinks himself well-practiced, if nothing else.

      “What is love if not bold? Although, maybe it was a bit much.” He keeps pleasant, smiling lightheartedly. “Let it be known that I’m a hard worker! I don’t suppose you have some tips for a budding romantic?”

[espigeon]

inutiliter replied to your post: 

question, can i catch the bird in a cage and keep it as my own

you can try

[espigeon]

salut~! just a lil intro to start things off-- i’m naru and i’ll be your resident french bird for this evening (jazz hands) im so excited to play yuuya not even gonna lie.. i want to thread with everyone i’m here to win my twitter is over @ ehnvi feel free to follow! i have some au info over here if you’re interested (jazzy autoplay warning) but i’ll definitely be around for plotting everything from pre-established to first-encounters! if your character is a student, teacher, or sketchy individual i’m so there.. hmu ☆ 

[the-lsa]

So, these are the two drawing the artist ( 燕 ) drew FOR ME! Please do not repost this on Tumblr and/or your site/Facebook. Thank you.

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[mercerism]

Can you hear the song of the stars above?

May they send you happiness.