May 24, 2013
*GRABS YOUR BUTT*
"I--- Ibuki....," Saitou coughs before continuing, ".....Is there a reason for this?"
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*GRABS YOUR BUTT*
"I--- Ibuki....," Saitou coughs before continuing, ".....Is there a reason for this?"
nyaaaaaa ~ *neko*
A cat? On school grounds?
While making sure no one is around, he bends down, extending his hand to allow the cat to sniff at his fingers.
Did you leave because of the durian blog? Was he harassing you with his unwanted attention?
"...That wasn't exactly the reason, but I agree it didn't help."
i think you should leave Souji and just become one with the durian
Saitou wasn't even going to indulge this Grey-Face;
sandanzuki replied to your post: [hjmekun are you still up]
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[hjmekun are you still up]
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[ Time of my life. ]
Feeling just... slightly... mischievous, Souji let the pencil he was twirling between his fingers go, propelling forward just enough to let it land on the floor towards the front of Saitou's desk -- the seat in front of his. Smirk on his face, he leaned forward to whisper in the other's ear. "Hey, Hajime-kun. Can you get that pencil for me? Hijikata-sensei's lesson is so boring that I must have dozed off and let go."
Saitou had always been the type to get absorbed in class, the type that drowned out the mindless drivel of his classmates and simply focused on the lesson at hand. It was the same in all his classes, though he always paid particular extra attention in this one, the one led by Hijikata-sensei.
He leaned back in his chair just slightly, glancing over to the chalk board when he heard the familiar clink of pencil rolling on the floor. Saitou disregarded it, focusing on the words written when Okita's warm breath flushed against his ear. The other's worded whisper sent a shiver down his spine, and it took all of his composure not to let out some unseemly sound.
Saitou shot a glare over his shoulder, noting that all too pleased smirk on his partner's face.
"You did that on purpose," he whispered.