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(Aw I haven't signed onto this account in quite a while. ;v; I did enjoy a lot of the threads I had-- if anyone from the group happens to see this by any crazy chance and still wants to RP at some given point in time, I'm almost constantly indie blogging at ayatsuri.)
Work of Art {peko&hinata}
Hinata wasn’t one to skip classes. Especially not in Hopes Peak. It had happened only once before, back when he still went to a normal school and a friend from back then had dragged him along. The result had been a pretty nice day but he then had to do all the schoolwork afterwards anyway and he decided skipping wasn’t actually worth the effort. And since he’d been admitted in Hopes Peak, skipping or missing classes was something he didn’t even dare to think about. He was here to give his everything and not to slack of.
His record of not missing any class had a painful end though. He woke up around 3 AM already sporting a ridiculously bad headache, he somehow managed to sleep for a few more hours only to wake up to feeling even worse. And after almost fainting from dizziness on his way to his bathroom he decided that while he was dedicated he wasn’t crazy and just stayed in his bed.
Where he stayed for the rest of the day, and the next one too. When he felt a bit better, or well good enough to actually concentrate on something again he sat down to catch up with his missed schoolwork. Most things were easy enough to get, it just meant more work which wasn’t really the nicest considering that he didn’t feel particularly well.
Still it was easy enough and he was almost caught up when, in the middle of an essay he suddenly jerked up and stared at his alarm. Shit. There had been an artclass he missed as well, which he was supposed to repeat today. To be more precise: right now. Shit. How did he forget that.
With a hurry he immediately regretted, as he was met with another wave of dizziness, he put on his shoes and a jacket ( he didn’t wear one usually, but wasn’t going to risk anything now ) and went outside.
At least he still remembered where the classroom was, and a few minutes later he arrived there, panting slightly (god how he hated being sick) only to be greeted with his partner for the project already waiting there.
It was a girl, and if Hinata remembered right her name was Peko Pekoyama. He hadn’t met her before he was just told he had to do this with her, but hearing her name for the first time made him think that it sounded like the name of an idol, some cheery cute girl and not the seemingly stoic girl in front of him now. Not that she wasn’t cute though… He shoved the thought away, that had nothing to do with anything right now.
"Yeah that’s me, you’re Pekoyama, right?" he answered her question and collapsed on the chair opposite of her, thinking that he probably looked like hell right now. "Sorry.. I got caught up in school work…"
Scarlet hues flickered with vague interest at the brunet standing in the doorway before her gaze drifted to the block of clay sitting on the table in front of her. She gave a curt nod after a moment of blank, tired thought. "Indeed, Peko Pekoyama." She said levelly as he took the stool next to hers. She didn't find any reason to hold a grudge for his lateness-- considering he was mindful enough to apologize. He didn't look like a particularly overwhelming sort, which was a relief... nor did he didn't look to be the artsy sort-- she wasn't quite sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. She had absolutely no clue what to do when it came to sculpting, overall, and feared that she wouldn't be able to do much to help. She figured that he might be able to deduce that just by looking at her-- but she decided to link her title in with her introduction for good measure. "Super High School Level Kendoka."
She turned her attention back on him, dipping her head in acknowledgment. "I see... that's quite all right." She took a wisp of silver hair that framed her face between her index finger and thumb, twisting it back and forth as she hummed thoughtfully, "Forgive me, I have never sculpted anything before. I'm afraid that I may not be of much help..."
She sighed lightly, reaching for their assignment sheet and skimming over the criteria. They had to make an animal with the clay. At this realization, she bit her lip. Would they have to look for... references? Pictures...? She supposed that seeing a cute, fuzzy animal in a picture may not set her off... but then, she wasn't quite sure if she would be able to trust herself in that aspect. Perhaps they could pick a reptile, something that wouldn't make her heart feel like it was going to melt.
"Shall we try to get started, then?" She asked, lifting her gaze from the paper and back to him, sliding it over so that he could take a look at it. "It seems that we'll have to make an animal sculpture of some sort." It was beyond her-- how such a project would be helpful to someone with her sort of talent to begin with. But she supposed that she'd have to work with it, either way. The Kuzuryuu family was generous enough to let her attend school here-- though of course, it was mostly to stay at bocchan's side. Still-- maintaining her grades would be important.
by ネズ
※Permission was granted by the artist to use this image.
{I lost my email for this account I'm so sorry ;o; I'm gonna go ahead and do the replies I owe right now I'm sorry ahhhh}
{I'll get to working on my reply for Hinata later tonight. If anybody would like a starter or to plot something, just poke me or kick me or grab my attention~ uvu}
Summersaults {peko&ibuki}
Ibuki was now spinning at a speed that was nearly dangerous, her hair whirling around her as she sang a little tune with joy “♫Spinning, spinning, Ibuki is spinning round, and it’s great!♫" she sang out, surprisingly melodious for someone spinning around so quickly.
Then, when the other girl criticized her searching methods, Ibuki slowly ground to a halt, beaming as if she didn’t have a care in the world before she put a hand to her chin as if in deep thought. “You really think so, Peko-chan? Ibuki thought she was really on to something there…”
Ibuki couldn’t believe her soon-to-be-patented searching method had failed! However, she knew that the tangy taste of disappointment should be washed down with the sweet smell of oranges, or however that saying went.
Turning in the direction that Peko pointed out, she put a hand over her eyes as though she was looking a long distance, cheerfully talking a sing-song voice. “Ibuki spies, with her little eye, something beginning with G!”
Peko offered the other girl a slightly incredulous look. Her enthusiasm and dramatic gestures were already getting to the point where they were a little overwhelming. The swordswoman let a sigh escape her lips as she watched the other girl continue on with her antics. She wasn't quite sure whether or not to give up and start searching for herself or to try and speak more words of advise-- but before she could decide on what to do for certain, the musician spoke up.
She perked up, turning her head to look in the direction that Mioda was looking in, braids bobbing lightly with the movement. She narrowed her eyes, but couldn't quite see anything. "You see them?" She asked, as though to affirm that she was really talking about her glasses. She took a few careful steps forward, looking at the ground as she walked so that she couldn't accidentally step on them.
The glare of glass under florescent light was enough for her. She knelt down and adjusted her glasses back on her face, sighing with relief as she stared through the lenses. The world was a clearer place now. She turned her head, straightening up from the ground. "Thank you, Mioda, I really do appreciate your help."
Work of Art {peko&hinata}
She was perched on a stool in the art room, staring at a lump of clay laid out before her on the tabletop. All was mostly silent, aside from the gentle hum coming from the florescent lights above and the ticking of the clock on the wall. It seemed that she'd been roped into a group project of some kind for an art class. Considering she'd had a few personal things to take care of in the school's office during this particular class period, the teacher had requested that she and another student who had also missed class to pair up together on a Tuesday evening attempt to catch up to the rest of the class.
It seemed that some paperwork had gotten messed up in regards to who her 'guardian' or 'parents' were-- the matter of keeping her status as a hitman and bodyguard a secret came into play and needed to be smoothed out to soothe bocchan's need for secrecy in the school environment. She couldn't help that she missed class, of course... but to spend an evening in this art classroom was the last thing that she wanted to be doing.
There was a printed sheet of guidelines... And she could also see the name of her said partner... Hajime Hinata. Her mouth, pressed into a line, curled just slightly in discomfort as she casted a weary and tired glance at the clock. She had just finished training at the dojo and was not prepared in the slightest to attempt to turn the clay in front of her into a masterpiece. She was out of her element, in an art class like this. However, it was required that all of the students had to take an art course of some sort to graduate... and so she'd decided to try and knock it out as quickly as she could.
Hajime Hinata was running late. She had never seen him before and was not quite sure what exactly to expect. Peko was a very observant type and noticed the uncanny qualities that most of her classmates had. Due to her current state, she certainly hoped that it wouldn't be anyone overwhelmingly enthusiastic or talkative. Perhaps he was the type to skip classes often? What if he didn't show up at all?
The swordswoman felt lost, narrowing her scarlet set of eyes just slightly as she continued her staring contest with the clay, listening to the subtle sounds that the environment of an empty classroom had to offer her. Her thoughts lead her astray for a moment until the door finally opened. Sleepily, she blinked and turned her head to look at the brunette standing in the doorway. Her eyes slanted just slightly as she scrutinized his appearance.
"Hajime Hinata, I presume?"
{I'm gonna get to Ibuki's reply real soon, I promise. uvu I've been feeling a bit under the weather and I've been a bit busy. If anyone would like a starter or to plot something out, please just let me know! I'd happily interact with anyone!}
Welcome to Hopes Peak!
Sonia wondered if it was a forced thing, learning how to use a sword..Since this female said she had one since she was quite young, it seemed as if someone wished for her to learn how to use it! Not that Sonia would pry on the matter though.
"That is hella cool! You must love it then, yes?" She had finally replied with a small laugh, clasping her hands together in front of her carefully.
"If you don’t mind me asking, where do you come from, Sonia? I take it that you aren’t Japanese?"
"You are most correct! I come from a small European monarchy called Novoselic, I have come here as an exchange student to learn more about the culture here."
"C-cool?" Peko echoed, cheeks turning a color that just slightly resembled the redness of her eyes. Not only was the use of the word 'hella' unexpected... but to be called 'cool' by a princess was something she could never have seen coming. She wrung her hands for a moment as she attempted to recover. "No one has ever called me... cool before. Ah... T-thank you." She stumbled over her words, managing to at least utter a thanks. She took a deep breath, noticing more stares in their direction now.
"Wielding my sword has mostly been routine. But over the years, I have grown to enjoy training, to a certain extent."
A little embarrassed that her emotionless demeanor faltered, she attempted to recover as she listened to Sonia answer her previous questions. Novoselic... She had never heard of such a place before. Peko could tell that Sonia was indeed European, though, based on both her appearance, name, and her dialect.
"I see, that's quite interesting." Peko considered, expression turning into one of vacancy again now that she'd calmed down some. "To be honest, I have never heard of Novoselic before. What's it like?"
Welcome to Hopes Peak!
This female seemed a bit..Nervous acting, to Sonia anyways, perhaps she was just reading into her movements too much, had no one else attempted to speak with her? That was horrible.. If true, she would surely change that, hopefully!
Of course.. She had noticed the glances in their direction, people were probably curious, there weren’t many females here currently so them grouped up and chatting with each other might make others curious, but she did not think much of it, glances towards her was something she was very used to!
“I am called Peko Pekoyama. The Super High School Level Swordswoman.”
A swordswoman? Interesting! “It is nice to meet you, Pekoyama! I do hope we will have a lasting friendship!” Sonia beamed with friendliness as she spoke, her wish to become friends was quite real, she would never lie about something like this! It was wrong.
"I am quite curious, Pekoyama.. You are a Swordswoman, yes? You must have practiced for a very long time! How long have you been doing so?"
Peko's gaze softened just slightly as the princess suggested maintaining a lasting friendship. To suggest friendship so quickly was a bit stunning, she was not used to people beaming to her and talking about friendship, after all. The most she usually got upon her first encounters were weary stares or nervous laughter. She could appreciate the girl's kindness, at the very least. It made this school seem a little less daunting and a little more... welcoming.
She thought back to when she first started using her sword at Sonia's inquiry. "I have had practice handling a blade not long after I took my first steps as a child." She started, trying to hide how much she was dwelling on the subject. She couldn't quite hand out all of the details, bocchan had specifically told her not to let anyone know that they were raised together. She was given a toy sword to play with when she was too young to know what a sword even was instead of stuffed toys, and then was given a real one once she knew how to walk and talk.
"I have been training most all of my life." She concluded the thought vaguely with a nod. She decided to turn the subject around, away from her own past and towards Sonia instead, as to avoid spurring more questions of that nature.
"If you don't mind me asking, where do you come from, Sonia? I take it that you aren't Japanese?"
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New Customer | Peko & Aoi
A tired sigh escaped the lips of the swimmer as she walked down the sidewalk, her thumbs hooked under the straps of her backpack and her hair unusually down instead of tied up in a high ponytail. It was nearly six in the evening when her swimming practice had finally ended and Aoi was just on her way to the bakery her parents own just to see how the business was turning out considering the fact that they were new to this business stuff.
She had to admit, her parents haven’t been exactly good with their work. Not only was her mother too clumsy or that her father was too picky on which customer to serve, but they also give each other too much affection in front of people that they usually creep the customers away. Aoi just hoped she won’t walk in on them again. Right, she’s just going check how everything’s going then head straight to her room and finally get herself out of this uniform.
Upon finally reaching her destination, the swimmer peeked into the window to see one particular customer looking around. Like always, her parents weren’t around which was already a cue for Aoi to step in and do their work for them until they get back. She hastily opened the door and stepped inside, a friendly smile now gracing her lips.
"Good evening!" She greeted the stranger in her common enthusiastic tone. "How may I help you today?" Finally getting a good look of the customer, she realized that she hadn’t seen her paying their bakery a visit before. And the fact that her crimson red gaze was evidently intimidating and that she seemed to be carrying some sort of sword on her back, Aoi somewhat felt like she regretted approaching this customer.
The prospect of taking a nightly walk was incredibly tempting, lurking around in her head until she finally obliged. Peko wasn't intending on staying out past ten, as she didn't want to get in any trouble, but it seemed necessary to go outside to clear her head. One too many overwhelming encounters was driving her to the brink of exhaustion and she needed to endure some silence outside of the academy's walls to keep herself together.
It wasn't long before a bakery caught her eye. She stood outside on the sidewalk for a moment, debating whether she should go inside or not. Unexpected of a swordswoman such of herself, she loved baking. It was a skill she had given up on a long time ago, pushed aside to make room for more extensive and intensive training. Perhaps she could take a quick look inside and then turn around to make it back to the academy before curfew. With that in mind, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The scent of fresh dough and the baked goods aligned on the shelves and in cases created a rather soothing atmosphere. She leaned in to look at some of the bread and decorated products on display, a forefinger to her chin, when she heard the door swing open. She turned, pinpointing the source of the sound. Ah, her uniform... this girl seemed to be a student at Hope's Peak as well. Judging by her perky, upbeat mannerisms, it was apparent that she worked here.
Peko gave a respectful nod of acknowledgment. "Good evening." She echoed politely before answering her inquiry. "I am merely browsing, for the time being. Thank you."
She paused. Bocchan liked karinto... she wondered if this would be a nice place to buy some from. It'd be bold and seemed a little daunting to purchase any for him now... but perhaps, for future reference, it couldn't hurt to ask. "Actually... Would you happen to sell karinto here?"
Welcome to Hopes Peak!
Sonia had started speaking with a rather.. Serious looking female, she had been standing alone and the reason for that was most likely her rather.. Large aura, the weapon she had on her back.. Did not seem to help much, but the princess did not seem to mind it! If this girl was here, she obviously was not wishing to harm anyone.. Yet!
"I see.. I do hope there are more females! It would be a bit odd to have so few here.." She turned to look around a bit, there were other females, but it seemed to be.. Mostly male, right now anyways! Most of them looked pretty serious too, would it always be like this? Hm.. Sonia wondered on that a bit before she turned her attention back to the female in front of her.
"I’m sorry! I have not introduced myself, have I? My name is Sonia Nevermind." Slowly her head tilted to the side a tad as she offered a warm smile. "Super high school level Princess."
Peko fidgeted a bit when she mentioned the matter of more females attending. Male students seemed to be hanging around in clusters, casting discreet glances in their direction every now and again. The kendoka herself was used to being given glances of the sort ever since her growth spurt a few years before... and of course, this girl was probably used to them as well, as pretty as she was. Peko sighed lightly at the thought, deciding against letting it get to her.
When the other girl turned to look around their surroundings, Peko had assumed that she would move on and start a conversation with someone who seemed more approachable and friendly. Instead, she turned and graced her with a kind smile and an introduction. The kendoka was mildly impressed. It was... sort of nice, that someone wanted to talk to her, after all. She was very formal and polite, too, which was admirable.
Sonia Nevermind surely wasn't a Japanese name... before Peko could even think to ask where she might have come from, the blonde spoke her title. It was a befitting title, for such a pretty and charismatic girl. She almost wasn't surprised-- the girl practically glowed with importance. A real princess...
Peko bowed her head out of polite respect in acknowledgment of her introduction. "It is an honor to meet you." She lifted her head and opened her eyes. "I am called Peko Pekoyama. The Super High School Level Swordswoman."
Welcome to Hopes Peak!
Sonia took a deep breath, today was the day she arrived at Hopes Peak! It was quite exciting..And it made her a bit nervous as well. Coming here to learn more about the culture was definitely something she had wished to do.. But meeting people her own age that were equal in status would be very new to her! No.. There was no need for her to be nervous! The princess placed her hand on her chest, taking a deep breath before she had entered the building.
Once inside she paused, looking around to see if anyone else was here, they must have been in class or something.. Right? Wait no, of course not! How silly of her, nobody would be in class yet! She let out a small laugh at her own thoughts before starting to walk down the halls with curious eyes, peeking into rooms as she walked along.. Where was she supposed to go again? Oh dear.. It was the Gym, correct? That seemed like it was right! And well.. If it was not, she would just have to wander around until she found someone!
It didn’t take her very long to make her way to the gym, since she had been peeking into rooms as she went she found it quite easily actually! She did not enter right away though, there was a pause in her swift movements to the location, her fingertips gently trailed along the door, a few things had crossed her mind.. Was it actually the correct location? Would other students be in there waiting as well? It made her more curious! So she slowly pushed open the door, peeking inside just a little before opening it more and stepping inside.
Her gaze went from one person to another, there seemed to be quite a few students in here, which meant she was indeed in the right location! It made her feel relieved, and she wasn’t late or anything which was even better, perfect timing for her!
After looking around she had started to walk in more, standing in the middle of the room with her hands resting on her hips, the loud clicking of her heels against the floor was quite loud and drew attention to her, but it was alright.. She was used to getting stared at!
Perhaps speaking to somebody would make this a bit less..Awkward to say the least, so the princess turned to the closest person, reached up and gently tapped their shoulder before offering a small wave as they turned around. “Hello!” Sonia spoke in a firm tone of voice before she had leaned in a bit and spoke quietly. “We are expecting more people here, yes?”
Hope's Peak seemed intimidating. Even to Peko-- though she wouldn't admit it or show it if she was asked. Not in the sense where it wasn't peaceful-- but in the sense that people of high ranking in both social class and the media attended. The swordswoman couldn't even begin to compare herself to most of the other students-- a simple tool like her. She was here as more of an escort, even if her purpose had to be disguised. And facing this school without bocchan at her side made it a little more difficult. Everyone around her had hopes and dreams to achieve... If she had to pretend to be a normal schoolgirl within these walls, maybe she could pretend that she had the luxury of dreams and hopes too?
She stood in the gym and kept to herself. Students around her bustled and chatted excitedly, creating an indistinguishable background noise. Several voices sounding together at once echoed through the gym, creating a garbling noise that was easy to block out. Peko wasn't necessarily reclusive... But she wasn't a social butterfly or an approachable person in the slightest. One look at her shinai, and most people turned away. Or they treated her as a fighting game cosplayer and chased her down with cameras... those encounters never ended peacefully.
Moreover, she found herself merely searching through the sea of students, occasionally checking to see if bocchan was picking any fights and to see if any of the students in particular seemed like they could be a potential threat. The clacking of heels against the hardwood floor behind her made her resurface from her thoughts, though, and she turned her head when she felt the gentlest tap on her shoulder.
Peko's eyes widened subtly at the sight of her. This girl looked like a porcelain doll... sparkling blue eyes and long, flowing golden hair that looked quite soft. She had a flawless image and the air of importance seemed to surround her entirely. 'Why is she approaching me of all people...?'
Peko nodded in acknowledgment at the girl's greeting before listening to her question. "Yes, I would assume so. The opening ceremony is supposed to start in eight minutes." She replied simply, noticing now that they were attracting a few glances... mostly male. The sight of such a pretty girl speaking to another with a fierce aura and a shinai on her back must have been strange. Peko didn't know what to say further, stunned as she took in this girl's presence. She was awestruck and was never really skilled at making conversation in the first place. Maybe this girl was only going to ask her question and then turn away, talk to someone who seemed to be more worthy of her attention...
Soft Fur {peko&gundam}
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In an unusual turn of events, Gundam’s appraisal of his peers was of an unusual quality. As might be surmised, a school for the exceptionally talented contained students of an exceptional caliber, and the 15 he spent his entire school day with were far more diverse and peculiar than those of his previous school. To make upon them a properly powerful introduction was of utmost importance, and Gundam spoke with whatever power he could conjure, real or otherwise.
As the classes wore on, however, Gundam began to notice something. The Four Dark Gods of Destruction seems slightly more restless than usual. Being a superb trainer and having well-conditioned animals, they were easily calmed, but the fact remained that something had put them on edge, and he had gained an understanding from them that there was a fierce aura lashing out from nearby.
At the end of the day and their release from class, Gundam was consulting with his hamsters as to the exact origin of their distress, when it happened to strike up a conversation with him.
"Tanaka, may I have a word with you?"
Trepidation once again swept over The Four as Gundam turned to face the person approaching him with such wanton disregard for their own safety. "By what means arcane or divine do you seek to trespass upon my title, mortal? Should you wish to summon me for the forbidden knowledge I possess, you must first submit the necessary libation of your soul!"
Seemingly unfazed at his introduction, Peko did lift her eyebrows just slightly as she attempted to decipher the meaning behind the words he'd said. He seemed like he'd jumped straight out of a book about another world. The libation of her soul... Although she was certain she couldn't simply hand her soul over when it belonged to someone else, she decided to take a guess in regards to his inquiries.
"I am called Peko Pekoyama." She said calmly, all traces of doubt hidden. Even if it wasn't the answer he was seeking, at least he would know. "The Super High School Level Swordswoman."
Summon him for forbidden knowledge... Did he know what she had sought him out for from the beginning? Or did he simply say things of that nature a lot? She was slightly impressed, but didn't let it show. Noticing the hamsters he'd been attempting to converse with before her arrival, her gaze softened just slightly. They looked wary of her, making the hopes she'd previously built up die down.
Of course, she had no ill intent. She would be gentle if she was allowed to pet one of them... But with her red stare, refusal to speak in small voices, and the sword she carried around with her-- perhaps she came off as too big a threat. Peko felt the slightest urge to walk away now, feeling nervous that this wasn't one of her best decisions. The craving to pet such soft fur grew, though, and thus she summoned all of the courage she had to speak again.
"I..." She spoke but couldn't quite continue the thought. How was she supposed to put her request into words? She recollected her thoughts, knowing well to get the proper title right when it came to referring his hamsters. "If you consider me worthy, would you mind introducing me to The Four Dark Gods of Destruction'?"
ロンパログ
✗withdrawn blade {open starter}
Kuzuryuu was on his best behaviour so far. He hadn’t shouted, snapped at her, and most importantly, hadn’t ordered her. It would be easier for both of them if he acted a little more calmly. He knew it must have been daunting for Peko to attend this school on her own, when they had always been together. Or perhaps he was just thinking about himself.
He could tell that she was trying to smile, and that meant a lot to him. He realised how moody and harsh he must have been for so long to make her have to try so hard to perform such a simple task. Had he never given her reason to smile all this time? A single word - ‘selfish’ - ran across his mind, but he ignored it. Now was not the time to linger on the past. Fate was hard to change, and he wasn’t even sure if he could.
Seeing her hold the door open for him, he felt a little irritated, though he took care not to show it in his expression. He knew that she wanted to do things for him, but even the little things made him feel like he was being doted on. Why did this have to be drilled into her head? Instead of thanking her, he strode through the door in silence, refusing to acknowledge her simple favour. He sincerely regretted it as soon as he did, but he hoped she hadn’t even noticed.
The dojo was certainly as impressive as was promised. It had an oriental feel to it, of course, which he always liked. The many sakura petals were a bit over-the-top, but it somehow made everything seem even more authentic. He wondered if maybe this whole display was a little too distracting in a place like a dojo. “Huh, it’s nice,” he commented, a bit of an understatement. “It feels a bit fancier than the one back home, though.”
Any trace of an expression on her face had faltered as she registered the slightest change in his demeanor. His eyes seemed to glaze over in thought, smile fading. Peko was happy whenever he was happy-- she liked to see him smile, to see him at ease like before. She felt best in those rare moments when he seemed to enjoy her company-- or just to see him smile from afar. Sometimes she could detect kindness from him that reminded her of when they were children, when they still somewhat ignorant to their roles. Most days, though, he kept her at a distance. Maybe she was just imagining that he was glad to spare a moment with her?
Was it wishful thinking all along? After all, he always said that he didn't need a tool-- translating in her mind that didn't need her. She was under the impression that he disliked her, pushed her away... didn't want to be associated with her in public. A little dizzy with thought, she attempted to disregard anything she might have been feeling. Tools were not supposed to feel anything, of course not. There was no use trying to decipher human emotion when she was not supposed to feel anything in the first place. Aside from her stiffening posture, her emotionless expression successfully hid the signs of her confusion.
Peko distracted herself by watching him walk inside, stepping in after him and closing the door behind her. Just looking at the interior of the dojo, she was drawn into her trance again. Although it was a little over the top and a change from what she was used to, she liked this scenery quite a bit. It was beautiful... It'd be simple for her to silence her lingering thoughts and focus solely on training in an engaging place like this. Realizing that bocchan had spoken up about it, she backtracked and attempted to remember what he'd said.
"Yes, it is quite flashy in comparison." She agreed lightly, briefly recalling the dojo she was accustomed to training in. There were pleasant memories linked with it... and foul ones as well. Peko wisely stopped herself from delving too far in thought from there, still vaguely unsettled from her earlier thoughts. "Hope's Peak clearly aims to please. I certainly won't take this place for granted and work hard while I'm here."
