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Shadow passes the teacher in the hall, giving a respectful head nod.
"Good evening."
Disrespecting teachers will get him nowhere.
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kuroiyuusha started following you
Shadow passes the teacher in the hall, giving a respectful head nod.
"Good evening."
Disrespecting teachers will get him nowhere.
BUT WHY
because your tears are delicious
hence why i'm leaving it on for ein's sake too
YES. YES, THERE IS. THERE'S A PROBLEM WITH YOUR AUTOPLAY TOO.
oh right
i forgot that i never took that autoplay off
lexie i s2g you're too cute for your own good im going to explode
sadi I'm gonna kick you
no!!!
[❋] To his Majesty. (closed&sion astal)
>> It's now or never. Today is the day Miran Froaude chooses to approach his Majesty for the first time since his enrollment in the academy.
The dismissal bell rang. Students with their examination papers all stood in unison, some shoving, some patient in returning them to their teacher. It's quite understandable-- all of them wished to leave. There isn't a student in their right mind whom would simply choose to remain behind after a test.
Miran lingered. Now is a perfect opportunity to confront him.
His teacher.
His majesty the king, Sion Astal.
The classroom's size shrunk down to a few students before Miran stood from his seat. His steps were slow, yet confident-- an air he so typically gave off. Despite the rather unforseen circumstances, he would still meet with Sion. To tell him that he is here. A true subordinate to Sion, one whom had utmost loyalty to him, would not linger behind in Roland while his King was away. He wondered, however-- why here? Why in an academic setting...
There is no sense in mulling over it now.
He waited for the last student to leave before approaching the teacher's desk. His examination paper slipped onto the desk, however, Miran did not leave.
>> He lingered further.
" Are you surprised? "
i'm cry
[Well, talk about unexpected. He knew Mary was always around, and that cheerful attitude of her was… energizing, to say the least. But he wasn’t expecting such things, Sion wasn’t expecting a hug from the smaller female.]
- “…Ah? Why is that, Mary?”
[And before his question could be answered, he noticed the small gesture from the blonde. Following the command with a half-clueless face which was now next to her, golden eyes stared at blue ones with a small tint of curiosity.]
- “Do you want something?”
She hasn't felt so affectionate in so long, especially towards an adult whom accepted such actions from her. It was refreshing, encouraging to her. She wished to spend more time with Sion if time merits it.
Once the man leaned down, Mary pecked his cheek, rearing back, flat on her feet, a smile proud on her face.
"Everyone was kissing people, so I figured I should do it with you, too! Because you're a really nice grown-up." Kinda like a mother.
❀ Adult Supervision ( Closed - Sion+Ryner )
"Sioooooooooooooonnnnn!!!"
Mary had been knocking on staff rooms all day to no avail. Recalling when he said that she wanted help with something, she could ask him. It wasn't help that she wanted this time, but company. Her friends were most likely already at the party, and here she was, scrambling around the staff dorm hallways trying to find the older man in nothing but her swimming suit, a towel over her shoulder, and of course, a determination to find him.
She prayed this was the right dormroom this time. The girl knocked as she did with all the other rooms.
"Sioooonnn!! Are you here? Pool partyyyy!! I want you to go with me!!!"
If he had told her where his room was... she'd most likely had long forgotten. Ironic, too, since their room was literally the first on the line of rooms.