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[yume-no-tsuduki]

cσαℓ вℓαcк ωαямтн || αιηε & σтσүα

ღ - "Wow... this is really messy."

When had their closet become this hurricane of a mess?

Fedoras, miscellaneous clothes and other little trinkets were thrown around. There were stacks of boxes scattered in every corner of the room: Either it was stuff Reiji and him had no room yet to unpack for, or it was the beauty supply deliveries Aine received monthly, just like today. He held a box of new products in his arms.

The bluenet could only sigh and shuffle carefully around the room, setting his package down. Since today was his day off, he might as well clean up this room.

Perhaps he could look for some Christmas gifts too...

Aine bent down to begin picking up the little things that weren't in boxes. Weird, he could have sworn their closet wasn't THAT messy the last time he was in here. Upon picking up one of Reiji's fedoras, the bluenet was very surprised to find multiple tears on one side, as if something had clawed it. 

"Now how did this happen...?" Again, he found more tear marks, this time on one of his own shirts. A chilling feeling crept onto his spine. What kind of person or creature could have done this?

From the corner of his eye, he spotted something move. It was under Reiji's favorite shirt.

"..." He turned to look at the shirt laying there in a rumpled lump. It remained still. Was it only a trick on his eyes?

Carefully, Aine moved closer to the lump. There was nothing to be afraid of. He assured himself that it was probably another fedora underneath.

Quickly, with one hand, the bluenet dared to find out if his assumption was correct and bent down to snatch the shirt off the ground.

And in doing so... a deafening screech was heard.

All Aine saw was a blur of black before screaming out when it lunged at him.

"IYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

[yume-no-tsuduki]

//outofdreams: Okay since my browser is being a butt and lagging/freezing when I try to follow everyone from the masterlist:

Could you guys take the time to follow my other muses?

Kunoichi

Sei

Leon (Hong Kong)

Would appreciate it! Thanks!

[blessed-prince]

♔ *:・ﾟ✧— "Otoya! Come! We must unite our powers against the forces of the Naughty and save Santa and Christmas! Remember, we are invincible ninjas!!" —♪

[yume-no-tsuduki]

ღ - Well, it didn't matter if he looked like one entirely big mess now. Bits of chopped potato and mayonnaise were all over his pale face and stained on his blue apron. The kitchen, even though nothing was burnt or destroyed, was a whole another story.

But nothing right now, was able wipe off the joy he felt or the happy smile on his face.

"I did it! I was able to cook something!"

[yume-no-tsuduki]

ωнαт ιs ℓ̶σ̶v̶ε̶, вαвү ∂ση'т н̶υ̶я̶т̶ мε || αιηε & αι

Recipient(s): Aine Kisaragi; Ai Mikaze

Sender(s): Charisma HS Office

Subject: Workshop Plan

As discussed last month in the teachers' seminar, the faculty voted to hold several workshops next month to present to the students. This is an effort to educate and encourage students to take on valuable life skills to make better choices in decision-making and building relationships. Thank you for the many of you who made time to volunteer for this project. To further strengthen the unity of our faculty, we have decided to split everyone into random pairs on a random topic.

Pair A1: Aine Kisaragi and Ai Mikaze

Topic: Building Relationships.

Please present a presentation to the students on the topic of building and handling the various types of relationships a person will come to gain in life. The date of the workshop will be: 12/05/2013.

Thank you

Charisma Faculty 

ღ - "Of all the people I had to be paired up with... It had to be him."

Aine let out a heavy sigh and jogged down the sidewalk to get to his destination: a little cafe in the city that he frequented often.

Initially, the bluenet had high hopes to enjoy working on this project last month, because he enjoyed teaching and helping the students. Upon seeing that faculty email that told him that he would be working with Ai Mikaze, all his hopes to enjoy this little thing were thrown away.

Nope. He didn't want to face Mikaze again after their initial meeting. Not at all. Nada.

Everything about the cyanet threw Aine in a mix of self-doubt and inferiority to the other. From their own similar looks to their contrasting personalities.

In short, Aine didn't want to be around Ai Mikaze at all.

But he had to deal with this or face the consequences of not contributing to this faculty project.

And so after several, quite short messages back and forth with Mikaze, the two of them had chosen to designate their meeting at that little cafe at 3:00 pm. However, today the bluenet was running a little late because of a certain someone (Reiji) and it was already 2:57 pm. He would probably reach there in five minutes or so.

In one hand, Aine held a thin notebook, one to be used to jot down notes later in their meeting. Being the initial meeting... Aine didn't expect they would go much into depth about this until their next meeting. Maybe they would sketch out this project and plan their schedules ahead today.

It was 3:03pm when the blue-haired male finally arrived at the cafe. Over at the veranda of the building, he easily spotted his "twin" sitting at one table, a laptop computer out, and probably already started to work without him.

"Hello there Mikaze."

[yume-no-tsuduki]

'We meet again, Kisaragi Aine,' the burnt macaroni whispers on the stove.

ღ - "I thought I cooked it right this time!"

[yume-no-tsuduki]

Modeling Sub. || (Open)

ღ - "Subbing for the modeling class, huh?"

"We must be really shorthanded on staff to go get the only cosmetology teacher..." Aine sighed as he re-read request again and pocketed it. Well, there went his day-off... But, it wasn't as if he actually did anything productive on those break days.

In fact, the bluenette would even say more work kept him at ease a little, because he was being useful.

But on to the topic at hand. He was subbing for a modeling class.

Modeling.

While he rather would have not taken up this request, it couldn't be helped. Being a cosmetologist in license and professor, Aine had the basic knowledge and understanding of how modeling worked than other teachers who could sub in. And of course, he had "some" experience modeling as an idol. An experience he would rather not talk about and can go to hell.

Maybe it was because of that certain experience that he was so reluctant about this.

But it was just a class... not an actual job.

He was probably going to be fine then.

"Ah. Here's the classroom." Opening the door, Aine walked into a fairly-sized classroom and all eyes were upon him. To say he wasn't nervous was probably a lie, but at least he could recognize a few familiar faces here.

"Good morning, students. My name is Aine Kisaragi and I will be subbing your class today. Some of you may have seen me around before. I teach Haircutting & Styling and Swimming."

"I have a bit knowledge and experience in this field thanks to prior work. So rest assure, your class is in capable hands. Do you have any questions?"

[blessed-prince]

∂αηcιηg ωιтн тнε ρяιηcεss || Cecil & Haruka

♔ *:・ﾟ✧— "I am a noble prince! I should be able to do this...!" 

Clad in his green and black ninja attire, Cecil looked as if he was ready to go into dire battle, rather than a fun Halloween dance.

The prince stood in front of his date's door, one hand trembling to knock. While in his other hand, he held a bundle of bright and delicate amaranth flowers, a lovely shade of fuchsia.

While his friends might have questioned his choice of the peculiar bouquet and suggest other flowers that were perhaps even prettier... Cecil firmly stuck to this particular flower he chose for Haruka.

Because what else would represent the eternal love he had for the composer?

Cecil continued to stare at the door, unsure how to knock. His heart was beating fast, thinking of the night he had planned out for for Haruka. Even though this was his birthday... he truly wanted to share this special night for her.

He wanted her to hear all the words his heart wanted to say.

"Why do I feel so nervous...? I have never... lacked confidence like this before."

"But I must be able to do this... Or I am not fit to be a man or prince!"

Taking a deep breath, Cecil finally summoned the courage to knock on his beloved composer's door and called out to her.

"Haruka... I have arrived! It's me, Cecil!" —♪