#hyoreia

[bom-ia]

"Psst, girl." Hyore waved at the other, attempting to get her attention. "Psssst! Hey, do you have a second?"

Being engrossed in her book she barely heard the other as she waled by before her ears twitched. The action caused her to look over at the other with her head tilted slightly to the side and she walked over to the woman with a soft warm smile. “May I help you?”

[manato-ia]

injury. cause.

Injury:Have you ever walked into a glass door?

Probably once when the electric slide doors appeared, can’t remember that well.

Unite:Do you sponsor a cause?

Not anymore. I did during the Meiji Revolution.

[nagase-ia]

Hyore quietly twirled into the new professor's classroom, taking a good look around before she made her presence known. "What's the first thing you think about when you walk in here?" She spoke in a clear, smooth tone loud enough to hear.

Tomoya has never been in a classroom. The whole thing is foreign to him--the blackboard, the desks, the books, his own huge-ass wooden desk, and the chair which he just perfectly fits in, because he so happens to be a stupid giant. The little white stick by the blackboard makes him sneeze. The door makes creaky noises if he moves it back and forth too much.

He looked out the window and saw someone mooning the classrooms.

Needless to say, the whole thing is a terrible, terrible culture shock.

He's so very much overwhelmed that the additional presence of some spinning being doesn't so much surprise him as it does compound to the effects already taking hold of his body. Tomoya turns when he hears words, stares at the intruder, and tilts his head like he didn't understand what it is she said.

(On some level, that's less fictitious and more truth.)

"Needs more trees," is what he says in return.

Good job, Tomoya. Because classrooms definitely need trees, you hopeless bird.