❧~Twisted Fate
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Day thirty of Patterns and Shapes 101 was honestly just the same as all the others. They'd listen to the teacher ramble about the history and appeal of various fabric options, show some examples, and have them design their own, with each day focusing on a specific category. Today was paisley oriented, one of Yuusuke's favorites. The fashion student spends most of the class period doodling, zoning out. He knew all the information being presented and cared little to hear it again, however the class was a prerequisite for quite a few of his choice design classes so it was necessary.
The grandfather clock in the bottom right corner of the presentation room chimes a lovely tune, signaling the end of the biker's torture. Yuusuke rapidly gathers his belongings, makes his way out the door, speed walking in the direction of the cafeteria. He wanted nothing more than to chow down on some well-deserved blueberry scones.
"Three, please," comes the butchered English, a sheepish smile on the foreigner's face as he nods his thanks, accepting the food. Yuusuke makes his way off to a bench beneath a Weeping Willow, pulls out his sketchpad, and gets to work on his next period's project.
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