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Hatter leans backwards from the force of the punch, then bounces back forward, knocking his forehead into the other’s face.
“Hitting a teacher is a big no no! This goes back to ‘think before you act’!”
Agh, right, teacher! Sen really had to get a grip on himself. pushing his forehead into the guy, and then retreating, he squinted. "If you don't wanna get punched, then don't throw tea in people's faces," he advised. Teacher or not, that was a damn annoying move.
Hatter glares at the man, looks down at his cup, then splashes the tea within in the other’s face.
“You’d best be! I am a teacher, I’ll have you know! I’d appreciate thinking before acting!”
Okay, he could understand being sorta pissed, but throwing tea in his face? Sen spluttered for a moment before he, without thinking before he was acting as he seemed to be doing in front of this guy, landed a straight punch in his face.
“Oops indeed!”
Hatter grabs his hat, straightening it angrily.
“Please do try to be more respectful of hats, sir! This is a very special top! My dead father gave me it!
Not really. My dead father can’t give me anything! He’s dead! But I did make it very specially for myself!
Your beating upon it is very annoying.”
"Sorry, man," Sen said, not really sure why a hat could be so important. "Won't happen again." If he'd made it in the first place, then sure enough he could just as well make another. A hat's just a hat after all. Probably make a better drum anyway.
The voice of Dorian Gray not withstanding, his vessel was always thankful for a reprieve from his nearly endless mutterings and took whatever chance he could to find a way to distract himself- be it immersing himself in school work or, as he was doing at the moment, sitting somewhere with a good view and a pleasant atmosphere, hoping to siphon some off the peacefulness for himself.
Having almost succeeded in completely withdrawing himself from the little noises that made up the world at his fingertips, Dorian was understandably surprised to feel a sudden thumping on his head.
”- -Ow.”
It wasn’t outright painful, but he imagines this was how a drum felt, as he raised a hand to rub at the crown of his head. Similar, even, to being hit with a stray pebble- only by accident, though. Dorian turns to look at whoever it was that had mistaken his still form for a musical instrument of sorts, and finds himself having to look further up- -
“… Uhm, sorry?”
Well, at least this kid didn't seem totally offended by Sen's lacking of attention. He squinted at him, and then held up his sticks, as if to explain.
"Wasn't lookin' where I was goin'," he supplied. Thinking this enough, he deposited the drumsticks in his pocket once more, and nodded. "Sorry if I hurt ya... want me to take you to the nurse or something?" But really, it was just a drumstick, so it shouldn't have hurt that much-- and even so, he looked well off enough to be able to get down to the nurse's office on his own. Sen just felt kinda bad, seeing as it was his fault, and Sen really wasn't a fan of stuff being his fault. (That was, unless the person deserved being whacked, which was not the case here.)
He grinned, about to go on about how his head had made a pretty cool sound, all things considered, but stopped himself. Probably wasn't the best way for this to go. After all, Sen was really a joker at heart, so he couldn't be bothered to cover that up-- but he didn't wanna offend this guy. New school, new start, all that-- he didn't need a repeat of all the trouble he'd gotten into back home.
He was just on his way to his dorm-- honest, he was-- when Sen became distracted. The drumsticks in his pocket had been rattling all day, tryin' to get his attention when he couldn't give it to them. Ever since that day on the roof, he'd been going to classes all day, only skipping maybe once since then. He'd try harder. That was why he'd come here, right? To get a better education and maybe turn some things around. Maybe.
So, because they were just being irresistible at this point, he whipped out the sticks and began to tap 'em everywhere that he passed. First onto a tree, and then onto a hand railing as he traveled down some steps. He gave the rail a good one-two strike as he landed on the ground, and then turned to scout out his next target. There were a coupla benches not too far ahead. With a spring in his step, he went on to pat out a rhythm onto those, following through with no problem. He was on bench number three when somethin' screwed him up.
He'd been getting to a real good solo, all hard thwacks and quick jumps. His eyes were shut tight, not really screwed up but squinted a bit, because he was imaginin' himself back home, in the basement, with Brother Jun and Richie and Ri'ko's dad all playing together and wow, he kinda really missed that... and then:
Thump.
Well that definitely wasn't the bench. He tapped it once more, before he actually opened his eyes and looked down onto what had messed up his song.
Oops. It wasn't the bench, he'd been right there. It was someone's head. It took him a moment, but when he realized what that meant, he quickly grabbed the sticks back into one hand and stared with wide eyes.
"Oops."
Lee Mi Nam took a sharp breath in. First the right hand, then the left twice, jab after jab, and a release of air from his body with every other hit to make sure he was breathing correctly. The punching bag sure was taking a beating, but that was what it was there for, after all. For others, this might have been some sort of release, for stress, for anger, all sorts of things, but for Mi Nam, it was as natural as walking down the street.
Eventually, his exercise came to an end, and it was time for him to head back to his dorm. Take a shower, do some homework, and head to bed. All in all, a good day. He headed back to the locker rooms and removed the boxing gloves, tossing them aside and stretched his wrapped fingers a bit before pulling a tanktop on. The bag was slung over a shoulder, the gloves tied together and slung around his neck, and out into the halls he headed.
It was after hours now, and half of the building’s lights were off to conserve energy. It gave the school an eerie sort of feel, but he didn’t mind it much. In fact, it was kind of nice without people around. It was nice with people around too, but Mi Nam wasn’t a hard guy to please. He turns the corner, and he sees something strange he hadn’t been expecting. A white sheet, covering a bunch of chairs, but underneath them…there seemed to be a human form.
Mi Nam laughed a bit, scoffing to himself. What could it be but a person, right? But why would…well, why wonder when he could find out, right? Mi Nam walked over, silent as ever, and took hold of the sheet with a bandaged hand. In one fell swoop, the sheet was up, and when he saw a boy underneath, looking to be half-asleep, he just laughed.
“Sorry for interrupting your nap there, I was just…y’know, wondering.”
“I can just let you sleep if you want, though wouldn’t you be more comfortable back at the dorms?”
Sen sat up-- now that he'd been interrupted, there really was no point in him just laying back down now, was there? Not until this guy went on his merry way. Speaking of, what was with the hat? Wasn't there a rule against those in sch-- oh, wait, everyone was pretty much gone by now, anyway. In any case, Sen probably wouldn't have followed that one either, but... well, whatever.
"You tried sleeping on one of those beds yet?" he asked, rather drowsily. He was still pretty sleepy, and it was just way too comfortable under that sheet. The drums must be in heaven every time they get to rest beneath it. Sen was actually kinda jealous of drums, just then. While the beds weren't the worst (actually, they were a lot better than his back home, but he wasn't about to explain that), they weren't familiar. Didn't look like home, smell like home, or make him remember home. That's all this was all about, wasn't it? Feelin' like he was back in reach of Richie and Ritsuko and everyone who was important.
He glared up at Mi Nam, who was laughin' at him now (and that made Sen pretty angry). "You got a problem? Anyone bother you while you're sleepin'?" He demanded, frowning heavily. No need to laugh, yeesh. What, was this kid just too good, that taking naps on chairs was weird and a laughing matter? Okay, Sen probably woulda laughed too... but he had a good reason for being there! What was the point if he wasn't even gonna ask, just go on assumin' that Sen was some creep to be laughed at?
“Just ‘Moon Young is fine,” she said with a chuckle. The girl watched Sen go for just a moment before heading towards the punching bags, pressing her hand against each one in turn as she walked past them. Might as well start on a heavy bag, because she didn’t exactly expect much speed from a guy his size. She couldn’t move it, but she leaned against it as she waited for Sen.
The thought of taking off her own tracksuit top crossed Moon Young’s mind, but she dismissed it pretty quickly. Seeing her in a tank top would probably send Sen into a blushing, stuttering fit, and that wouldn’t be any good for training. Not like she’d be working up much of a sweat right now, anyways.
“Let me think, see how he punches, see how he takes punches, see how he moves… Basic stuff, I guess,” she said, listing off the things they’d be doing. Just a little of each, so she could get an idea of where Sen was at. He probably had some good, raw power, but not a lot of technique. A guy like that would be more used to taking punches than avoiding them.
“Oi! Over here!” she said, calling out to Sen as he emerged from the locker room. “Here, got you some gloves, hopefully I got the size right. Now, boxing gloves protect your fists in a prolonged fight, yeah, but their main purpose is to protect the other guy. People get hurt in boxing, that can’t be helped, but without gloves, people would be going to the hospital after every fight. Cushion the fists, and the other guy won’t get hurt as bad. Might take a bit of time to get used to them, but hopefully you won’t have much trouble.”
She stepped back, putting her hands in her pockets and nodding towards the punching bag. “Alright, go ahead. I want to see how you punch. A guy your size, should be pretty strong, right?”
Sen turned immediately at the sound of her voice, walking towards her rather quickly and not taking a single look around the gym. Nope, not him. His eyes were totally glued to Moon Young-- his teacher for the day. Er, afternoon, or whatever. He reached her and listened closely to what she had to say.
Damn. Who woulda thought that there was so much behind a little pair of gloves? Not really little, he corrected himself, as he took them and yanked them over his hands. They made them feel all bulky and strange. He clenched and unclenched his hand to the best of his ability, before holding them up to his chest in what he hoped looked like a pose one would use to start with the punching.
Right, okay. Now he just had to... hit the bag. Which still seemed kind of silly to him, but he wasn't about to question Moon Young. Maybe if he just pretended it was that one stupid kid who beat up Richie back then, or some bully messing with Sachiko, or something, he could get into the swing of things and be able to put some force behind his punches. Alright. That was what he'd do. Pretend it was some big... stupid kid... who really needed to be smacked... he squinted a bit to try and create the picture in his mind, but as he swung, he stopped half way there and dropped his hand. Nope, it still felt weird.
"That's all? Just punch the bag?" What was this thing even made of? He furrowed his eyebrows at it. It hadn't really angered him, hadn't really done anything to deserve a beating. It wasn't even an animate object. Alright, he could do this-- after all, he'd been the one to ask to tag along, he'd been the one to ask to learn, and he wasn't about to turn back on that. But, uh, "What's the point of punchin' this thing if it didn't even do anything in the first place?"
It was a little embarrassing, to be caught rambling like that so often. Sure, boxing was great, definitely one of Moon Young’s favorite things, but some people might not be as passionate as her about it, she knew. It was only because Sen seemed to enjoy listening to her go on about it that she did it at all.
But was he interested in boxing, or…?
Moon Young made a displeased sound, grinding her teeth together for a moment. It wasn’t like she didn’t like how Sen was interested in her, it was just… weird.
“Yeah, I can teach you, definitely. You’ve already fought a bit, right? So you have the intent, and you’ve got some good muscles, so as long as you’re willing to learn, yeah, you could definitely do it. Lucky for you boxing is pretty easy to learn, so it shouldn’t take long at all! And I think you’d be pretty good at it, Sen. Even if you just show up to train every once in a while, I’d be glad to help you out.”
He already had that natural male strength; that sort of thing was hard to overcome. Sure, he was a bit big, which meant he might be a bit slow, but one solid punch, and his opponent would be in real trouble. And he’d probably be able to take a fair amount of punishment too, so a pretty good boxer all-in-all.
“Ah, here we are.” Moon Young hadn’t even noticed they’d arrived at the gym; she was too busy thinking about Sen. And what a good boxer he’d probably turn out to be, of course.
Moon Young fiddled with the keys, unlocking the room the school had provided her. A nice, spacious place, already fitted with mats, punching bags, and even a ring in the center. The girl gave a happy sigh, ambling towards a rack filled with rows of boxing gloves. “Come on, go put on your gym uniform, and I’ll get you some gloves and find you a punching bag. An actual bag, I mean.”
Sen grinned an awkward sort of grin, like he wanted to laugh, but couldn't quite. His thinking about being with a girl at all somewhat weighed him down, but if he could just get over that initial awkward stage, he'd be all in the clear. Well, not really, seeing as getting over that stage seemed that, in any course of action, it would include him learning to box, and that wasn't the clear at all... yeah. Not "in the clear" per say, but in a way...? Sen shook his head. Now he was just over thinking.
"Right. Yes, sir. I mean, ma'am. Yes ma'am." He stuttered this out as he managed to direct himself into the vague direction of the boys' locker room. Upon arriving, he changed quickly and reported back to Moon Young... or, he reported back to the gym in wait for her to retrieve the punching bag.
It wasn't a well known fact that when Sen set his mind to something, he would most certainly followed through with it. His grades wouldn't have shown such a trait, but it did in fact exist. He just chose not to put his mind to a lot of things. Especially schoolwork. Which was boring. Right.
Anyway... he could have been worried about this practice, but it was just a punching bag. It wasn't even a real fight. But could he really get into something that wasn't a real fight? With nothing really fueling him? He really wasn't that angry of a guy, until someone pissed him off or rubbed him the wrong way or something. And a punching bag couldn't rub anyone the wrong way. Then again, Moon Young fought. But she seemed like she was always rubbed the wrong way, no matter what the case was. He decided that it wouldn't be hard to start boxing, but it might be hard getting better.
Still. Punching a bag seemed kind of silly. He furrowed his eyebrows and turned to look for Moon Young.
“There’s actually a pretty decent number of people in the club already,” Moon Young said with a smile. “I mean, when I first got here, there wasn’t a boxing club at all, and now we’ve got a full lineup! Almost makes me wish there was a tournament or a league we could compete in or something.
“Sure, they could use a bit of training, but that’s part of the fun, I think. I’ve trained up a few novices before, and seeing people grow into full-fledged boxers is just a really good feeling.” She gave a contented sigh as she moved her hands into her pockets. “Ah, sorry, I’m rambling again. Boxing tends to do that to me, heh.”
She could’ve gone on for hours about boxing, probably. It was just so great, how could anybody else not see that? Sure, other fighting styles were good too, but no amount of finesse was gonna help if someone landed a solid hook to your jaw.
“No, not really.”
There might’ve been a flash in her eyes, and a small chuckle, too. “That so? Well, good thing you know Boxing Captain Moon Young then, eh?” They reached the end of the hallway, and Moon Young pushed the door open without breaking her stride.
“That is, if you’re willing to learn. You interesting in joining the boxing team, Sen? Maybe give it a try and see how it goes?”
Sen listened to her in earnest, loving how dang passionate she seemed about the whole thing. Boxing, you'd think it was the world's greatest treasure from the way she talked about it. He couldn't help but grin a little, just because her excitement was nearly catching.
Sen followed behind her, holding the door open for himself before rushing up so that he could at least walk next to her. Really, he didn't like feeling like a dog, trailing behind its owner or somethin'. Looking at her as she boasted, he cocked an eyebrow. "You sure you can teach a beginner like me?" he asked. Didn't want to weigh her down or anything... especially if he had trouble with it. Specific styles often gave him a hassle, which was one reason he'd never bothered to learn any. "Dunno about joining the boxing team-- I'd probably just lose matches or whatever... but I could go for learning it." Yeah, that was good. Learn it first, then think about the club.
Plus, if he did join, he'd get to spend time with Moon Young, which he kinda wanted to do. Maybe. If she didn't beat him up when he got good enough to face her, that is.
Actually, now that he thought about it, he'd never even seen two people box, much less at a high school. It wasn't really a big sport around where he was from. Hand to hand stuff, sure, but Sen didn't ever get to see a chance of that being measured out in a gym. He smiled. Well, he was a pretty good fighter, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad?
Wally narrowed his eyes – was his roommate laughing at his name? Hey, he could do the same thing! Sentarou or whatever, not exactly the most normal of sounding names!! Well sure, it fit in more than “Wally” did in Japan and—god, forget it! He shook off the momentary irritation and decided to just laugh along with him, which only got awkward when Sentarou’s laughs suddenly faded away, and Wally was left laughing alone.
He cleared his throat, attempting to gather his cool once more before responding to him.
“Yeah you know, not really. People think it’s kinda funny, but it’s not really weird. I mean, where I come from, your name would be the weird one, not mine. So I guess things are different everywhere!”
He almost threw his arms in the air for emphasis, but he didn’t think that would come off in a very friendly manner, so he didn’t. He sighs and decides to just go along with the rest of the conversation, going along with whatever this guy wants. He opened his mouth to reply and there he went laughing at his name again!
“Hey, if you’re gonna laugh at my name, at least don’t try to hide it! I mean you’re sucking at that anyway, so might as well stop!” A huff, crossing of his arms, and a sigh. “But alright, I cut class a couple of times, but really not that many. I don’t like to miss out on school that much, even if it’s a drag.”
Sen kept the grin on his face, but nodded, as if the argument was enough to make the name a normal name. "Uh huh, whatever you say. No need to get all keyed up over it. " Poor kid, getting so defensive over something as small as his name. If someone made fun of Sen's name, he didn't think he'd mind that much, 'cause after all, that's all it was. Just a title. Not like he chose it or anything.
Didn't like skipping, eh? Not much a surprise. After all, he looked fairly clean-cut, hair all in the right places and cut just right, and his collared shirt and everything-- picture perfect good kid. Sen had to know better by now not to just judge people by their looks, though, what with what'd happened with Richie. Yeah, okay. So what if he liked to attend school? He'd probably get farther in the world than Sen would, anyway. He leaned back. What could you expect though, from someone who staked out their roommates just to say hi. "What class are you missing out on, then? You gonna hurry back to it once you've got my number?" Sen didn't really like being viewed as just a cog in the machine. And he wasn't about to take that crap from this kid-- Wally West. Yeah, no way he'd take it from a kid with that sorta name.
"Oh yeah? Where does that make you from, then?" To be honest, Sen'd never been out of the country. He'd hardly been out of Kyushu, until he'd come to this weird school. And he really liked learning about foreign places, if only because most of the music he'd been introduced to was from America. Maybe Wally'd have some cool stories to share or somethin'.
What kind of guy spent his time sleeping beneath sheets in the middle of a hallway, anyways? Sen probably just didn’t care what other people thought of him, which was both good and bad, in a way. At least he wouldn’t be changing himself to please anyone. Certainly not her, she hoped.
“Hey, uh… mind if I come check out your club or… somethin’?”
Moon Young stopped mid-stride, turning around on her heel. She cocked an eyebrow, opening her mouth for a moment. Sen already said he wasn’t interested, didn’t he? He wasn’t trying to butter her up or anything, was he? Make her think he was interested?
No, no, he wasn’t that kind of guy, was he?
“Of course you’re welcome to come. What kind of club would it be if I only let in people who were already boxers? But are you coming because you’re interested in boxing, or-… Actually, nevermind, it doesn’t matter.”
Moon Young shrugged, beckoning Sen to follow her as she turned around. She was already itching to get some training done, but if Sen was watching… Well, it might be nice to have him join the club. Maybe a bit of extra effort was needed, to really impress him.
“You know anything about boxing?” she said, not turning her head. “I mean, besides from things like gloves and the ring.”
"Oh, that's great," Sen said, moving to fall into step behind her. He felt kinda lucky that she hadn't finished that question, because he really wouldn't have known how to respond. Boxing? Not so much. Moon Young boxing? Yeah, a little bit more. Still... it would be rude to say that. Wouldn't it? Probably. She might box him to death or somethin' if he did.
Sentarou had never really bothered to learn anything about boxing. It hadn't ever been his forte. Not like the type of fighting he did played by any sort of rules, anyway. Something that structured was bound to get very boring very quick. There had to be some sort of fun in it, right? Since people kept doing it, and all that but... what the fun was, Sen had yet to discover.
His knowledge on the subject pretty much stopped there. He thought for a minute. Wasn't professional boxing fake? Or was that wrestling? Right, okay. Boxing didn't have all the costumes or anything. So there was that. He took a deep breath. He didn't even like studying things for school, so he hadn't ever thought about studying anything unrelated. He felt kinda bad for letting on about that, but uh...
"No, not really," he admitted. Now what would he say? 'I've never boxed in my life, but I kinda wanna hang out with you, so I'll do it?' She wouldn't respond very well to that. Sen wouldn't even respond well to that, if it had been him someone had said it to. He was the kind of person who thought that it wasn't worth doing if you didn't put all your passion into it, but yet, here he was.
An eager nod followed Sentarou’s question to Clear, music truly being something the gas mask truly grew fond over as time came and went. Choir engrossed him when he had even first heard of the word, a group of singers carrying a tune simultaneously or not depending on a criteria of a voice’s pitch. The white-haired male never heard of something so wonderfully curious in his entire life, and it sounded like great fun! Just thinking about it put a wider grin on Clear’s face behind that dark mask, paining his cheeks and jaw just a fraction more.
“Oh, yes, I adore music!” and to kick off his enthusiasm for the topic, Clear tilted his chin up when he began to hum contentedly and rocked from side to side on his buttocks when the both of them sat on the roof under the sun.
“Lalala~♪” Expecting friendship or not, Clear wasn’t very hard to please whatsoever. As long as someone showed a decent amount of kindness or entertainment for him, he was perfectly happy with absolutely anything.
This guy kind of reminded him of a kid, Sen mused, laughing. At least, he was entertained as easy as one, and for a minute he missed his brothers and sisters. But he didn't wanna start thinkin' about them, 'cause then he'd get real sad real quick, so he shook them out of his head and grinned at Clear.
"Hey, if you like music, what kind do you like?" Music was such an easygoing topic, in fact, that Sentarou forgot his preconceived notions of this guy, and promptly thought about how weird he'd look behind a piano. Hah, now there was a funny picture! The gas mask would look so bulky, and probably get in the way of him seeing the keys. But then, Richie'd never looked at the keys when he'd played, had he? Not really waiting for an answer before he carried on, Sen continued, "You play anything? Or d'you jus' sing?" Singing was alright, but not really his cup of tea. Probably because he'd never been able to hold a note. Still, it was always cool when there were other people who did it, 'specially if they sang jazz.
Really? This guy was still refusing to turn around and look at him? Wally crossed his arms, more than a bit frustrated at the situation. Here he was, being his friendliest, and this guy wanted nothing to do with him! If this guy kept this up, Wally was certain to lose his temper and then whatever potential friendship they might’ve had was going to be gone before it could even start.
He’d barely said anything to him, and still hadn’t turned to face him, and right as Wally opened his mouth to say something rude, the guy turned around, surprising him and catching him offguard.
It took him a couple of moments to register the question he’d asked him, especially as he was still trying to separate the rude thoughts from his original intention, but eventually he managed to shake it off, though his response came out a bit louder than intended.
“W-Wally West! Just call me Wally, dude! So uh…”
Geez, talk about awkward. It couldn’t be helped, really, not everyone was as social as Wally after all. Then again, he had only made this effort so he wouldn’t have to deal with any issues in the room…but whatever.
“So what are you even doing up here, huh? Skipping classes a regular thing for you? I guess the view’s kinda nice from here.”
Wally West, man, what a hilarious name. Sen couldn't help but laugh at it, though it might as well have been unintentional. It was a hilarious name, now that he thought about it, and he didn't even try to hide his chuckles as they faded away into a somewhat awkward silence. At least, on his end.
"Wally West, huh? Anyone ever tell you that you have a weird name?" Never heard of the name "Wally" before and... if Sen tried to look back on his English, he thought that West was a direction, not a surname. Really, how weird. He laughed again without meaning to.
Oh, right, the rooftop. Where he was. Where he'd been found. Sen raised his eyebrows, surprised that anyone would have the gall to ask him about his habits, really. He usually scared kids off instead of anything else. Still, if he was gonna stick around, then Sen wasn't about to chase him away.
Disregarding the question in favor of a happier note, Sen nodded and spared a glance over his shoulder at the view below. "It's pretty nice, yeah. Especially when you're too used to being inside that stuffy school. You never cut class before, Wally?" He couldn't say the name with a straight face still, and had to cover his mouth with his forearm before he could laugh any more. Poor kid probably thought he was a big bully now, but hey, at least there was some truth to that.
The boy’s reaction elicited a chuckle from Moon Young, despite the twinge of guilt she felt. It was kind of cute, in a weird way, that she could make him flush red like that so easily. But Sen was a nice guy, so she couldn’t help but feel bad for playing with him like that. It was just a new feeling for her, one she couldn’t pass up so easily.
“Yeah, the gym. You know, boxing club and all that. I know you’re not too interested in that kind of stuff, so I won’t ask if you want to join me. I’m sure you’d rather take a nice nap, right?”
She couldn’t tell if Sen’s short words were because he’d just woken up, or if it was because she was around, but he did make a grab for the sheet. Moon Young pulled it away, not quite done yet. ”Eesh, you in that much of a hurry to go back to sleep? You look like a corpse in a mortuary covered with the sheet. It’s kind of creepy, but… Ah, no, sorry, I shouldn’t.”
Moon Young tossed the sheet back to Sen, frowning a little. With great power comes great responsibility, right? She didn’t want Sen to think she was mean, manipulative, or anything like that.
“I shouldn’t judge, you do what you want. And if you want to sleep in the hall covered with a sheet, go ahead, I won’t say anything. Other people might, but…” She trailed off, shrugging. “Well, you can deal with them, I guess.”
She turned towards the exit, giving Sen a short wave as she walked. The boxing club was waiting, after all, and Moon Young couldn’t let its members go without their captain.
“I gotta go, but it was nice seeing you, Sen. We’ll have to catch up sometime.”
Ah-hah... it was an opportunity that Sen wasn't really willing to pass up, as much as he could practically hear Richie telling him to. He really wanted to get to know her, for some reason that he couldn't put his finger on, (what was it about this school that did such things to him?) and he couldn't just let her leave.
"Hey, uh..." he discarded the sheet on the chairs, not bothering to clean them up in his haste, and ran up to catch her. No. He wasn't gonna just let her walk away, that was... it wasn't what he was gonna do. That's all. Once he managed to catch up to her, he quickly blurted out an explanation. "Hey, uh... mind if I come check out your club or... somethin'?" Yeah, real smooth. He sounded like an idiot, yet again. He sounded like that a lot as of late. "I mean, if it's okay... d'you let non-club members in or anything?"
He'd always kinda believed that when people had a passion for something, it was when they were doin' that thing that they were at their best. And he kinda wanted to see Moon Young at her best, but then... she seemed kinda standoffish, so it would make sense if she said no, and... Ah, he really just wanted to make a good impression, and her finding him under the sheet had kinda ruined his chances.
International Kissing Day M!A declares you must kiss anyone who ends up in your askbox despite your relationship. And it lasts until Midnight. Good Luck ^_~
"Haven't ever kissed anyone before, 'specially not a stranger."
Being tired was one thing, but napping on a bunch of chairs in the middle of the hallway? People didn’t normally do that, at least, not the ones Moon Young knew. Maybe it was a Japanese thing.
“Fair enough, I guess. Sorry if I interrupted your nap, though I’m not sure if in the middle of a hallway is the best spot to catch a few winks. I mean, if people see someone under a sheet lying in the hall, it’s pretty tempting to yank it away…”
Oh-so tempting. And kind of fun, too.
“Why’d you bother me? Got a problem with people takin’ breaks?”
“Hey, calm down. How was I supposed to know it was you, Sen? I mean, you were covered by a sheet. And I really don’t have a problem with people taking breaks…” She trailed off, giving a small cough. What did Sen need a break from, anyways? Was skipping class really that tiring?
She held the sheet up, laughing a little. “I was just heading over to the gym, figured I’d take a little detour. Didn’t know I’d find you here, but I’m not complaining. If you’d like, I can tuck you in again~”
Hearing her last words, Sen scrambled a bit to get his sheet back, and tried to hide his blush. What was it with this girl? Always makin' him wanna stutter an' stuff, it was like he was with Yurika all over again; except, you know, Richie wasn't around to help 'im out and this girl was all feisty and not feminine and pretty like a little doll... Sen shook his head. Hadn't she said something?
"Ah, that's not..." he began, standing up. The chairs squeaked on the floor beneath his movement. "The gym?" Oh, of course, because she was captain of the 'intense fighting but only in the ring' squad. What a bunch of nonsense. What good was it fightin' in a ring if you never got to use your skill anywhere else? If some killer was comin' Sen doubted they would ask anyone for a boxing match.
He made to reach for the sheet, hoping that he could at least put it back, if she was gonna leave just like that. Maybe he'd go back to sleep, but then again... he'd have to deal with this sort of scene all over again, if what she'd said was true. People wantin' to just yank it away. If it were up to Sen, nobody'd yank away anything that wasn't supposed to be yanked. That would make handling the kids a lot easier, too. "Can I... uh... have that?" he asked, pointing her hand. "If you're gonna leave." He didn't want her to leave, but it's not like he was about to admit that. Besides, maybe Richie was right, he couldn't 'handle himself alone' with girls. He would just say somethin' stupid, and they'd laugh and think of him wrong and... man, he really did need to get back under that sheet. Stuff was better under there.
“Don’t lie! If you wanted to take a break there are much better and more appropriate places than a busy route that most students and staff take to their classes.” The pistol never wavered from its target, nor did its user’s gaze so much as tremble.
He gestured again with the pistol. “I’m gonna ask you only one more time,” Sousuke said, punctuating his statement by pulling back on the hammer of the pistol. Unnecessary for the pistol to fire, but the boy didn’t know that. “Who are you? What’s your objective for lying in wait down here, covered by that white sheet?”
"'S not that busy!" Sen argued. Man, this kid was crazy. But Sen wouldn't say that out loud. Not to a guy with a gun in his hand. He hadn't seen many students, or staff, traveling this way, and he had even been a bit out of the main path! So all this wasn't even fair.
Sighing, Sen kept his hands in the air, but made to explain himself. "May name is Kawabuchi Sentarou." There, that was at least an answer to his first question. Didn't like having a kid like this knowing his name either way, though. He pouted but carried on. "I needed to relax. So I got the sheet from the drums, and laid under it. To relax myself." Could he explain the white sheet thing? It needing to come from the drums, it needing to be here, this way? He doubted that this kid would be very understanding. Whatever the case, that'd been all he'd asked, and Sen wasn't about to explain further if he didn't have to.
