Event oo2 || Cat Call
WARNING: FUTURE MATERIAL FOR THIS EVENT MAY INCLUDE SEXUAL HARASSMENT AND VIOLENCE [ ✧ ] - Nozomi wasn’t ugly. There was nothing anyone could tell her that would make herself think otherwise either. Perhaps she wasn’t everyone’s type of girl, but she was soft all over with accentuating curves that were more exaggerated than the sterotypical Japanese girls’, and it would be a lie if one were to say that her bust wasn’t attention-grabbing to some others. In fact, it would seem that Nozomi did have someone’s attention and on her way home from the bakery, she is approached. ❝ Nozomin~ ❞ She hears a masculine voice purr from not far away with beckoning. In a lot of situations like this, she would scowl and keep walking. While she wasn’t exactly a formal person, approaching with a nickname she isn’t familiar with is not how to befriend her. But it’s also not sobering enough to pull her out of her drowsy daze. She just wanted to go home and sleep, she feels too weak and thinks too slowly to fight whoever this guy is. ❝ Nozomin, you’re lookin’ pretty tired tonight, won’t you let me walk you home? It’s a gentleman’s duty after all~ ❞ In response, Nozomi laughs. It’s inappropriate, and makes her seem friendly, but she’s nervous. Should she know this person? Why doesn’t she remember? He has his arm on her shoulder like she should know. To a passerby, one might assume that Nozomi’s found a boyfriend… but something about the way she acts towards girls doesn’t quite add up to her having a boyfriend.
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“A-Ah Nozo-musumeeeeeee!!” Atsushi smiles, running up to his daughterly-figure. He could already tell that she was very uncomfortable, which leads him to believe that she doesn’t know who this person is. ( And nobody fucks with Atsushi Nakajima’s daughter. No one. )
“It’s late, right? Maybe you should head home. Would you rather walk with me?” He says, forcing himself not to stutter. It’d make himself seem tense, which he didn’t want to seem that way it’d probably give the other a window of opportunity to see him as a “push-over” and harass him, right? Atsushi needed to be as calm as possible with the situation.
“C’moooooon, Nozo-musume! Let’s go!!” He smiles lightly, tugging lightly on her arm.
