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“Ya know, there’s other ways to get my attention. But this sticky note is pretty cute toots.”

“Alright let’s make this quick, ya need something from ol Peacock?”

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Golden Retriever - Closed RP

Yang might appear to be carefree, but she had her suspicions about this place. She had no idea how she’d ended up here, just when she was needed back at home... She wondered about Ruby and Blake, and even Weiss. She hoped they were okay. So she’d decided that for the time being, while she couldn’t do anything about her place here, she’d learn what she could about the city itself.

Which is how she was walking around the park with a cooling cup of coffee, having lost sight of the entrance and having no idea which way to go. Looks like she’d have to approach someone; she sighed.

“Yo!” She waved. “Do you have any idea how to get out of this place? I’m afraid I’m a bit lost, ehe.” She laughed at her own poor sense of direction, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly.

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wandering eyes - isla/byakuya

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Just when Byakuya thought he could finally have a peace of mind, he somehow ended up with this peculiar girl stealing glances at him every now and then. He pursed his lips in a peeved thin line as he pursued for concentration on the book he had in his grip. This was just getting ridiculous. He had always considered libraries as the only places where he could actually have some form of tranquility without his father constantly stressing all the responsibilities he still had to tend to. Of course, it was never his motive to steer clear of his obligations-- he had just miraculously managed to find some time for himself which was rather rare in his supposedly overloaded life.

And he was glad too. His father had gotten more embittered regarding Byakuya’s lack of effort in finding at least one potential wife. He already moved to this city, did he not? That was enough effort in his book.

However, it seemed as if he may have to find another sanctuary because the girl, who had strangely decided to sit at the same table with him, appeared to have no plans in putting herself on halt from ticking him off with her consistent glances. 

With a steady sigh of immense frustration, the blond decided to put his book down and settle his cold cerulean gaze on the female stranger. "What? Is there something you would like to say?" He asked, not even bothering to mask the annoyance that laced his voice. "Out with it then. Don't waste my time.