#notesofdesire

[ask-dead-rin-len]

"DON'T WASTE SUCH A CUTE FACE ON A FROWN"

((It's really pretty and cute~~ :)

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Len rushed home, quickly grabbing his sketches, looking them over first to make sure they were his best works and best designs. 'These should work...' He then left, heading for the coffee shop that he was told about. Upon entering, he was a little surprised that Sasuke was already there, "Oh hey, I've got the sketches," he said with a smile.

Sasuke had been sitting there for no more than five minutes, twirling the salt pot between his fingers, habit of his. 

He gazes up as he spots the boy entering and sits up slightly, for some reason he thought it best to look presentable. 

"Hm. Let me see." He says, reaching across the table to take his sketch book. 

[kairai]

     Back to school, back to school from summer vacation. The hallways are filled with loud kids who won't stop chattering what they did over break! Mr. Kurai isn't too happy with this situation — too much noise bugs him!

     ❇ — "Settle down!" He clears his throat. "We wouldn't want anyone to not understand any information, hm? I am your science teacher for this year!"

     "My last name is Kurai, but all of you kids can call me Kaito. I think it's unfair for me to be called by my last name, we are all equals and I don't want to intimidate some of you new kids or transfers! We will be learning all sorts of biology, some physics, and chemistry. We will be dealing with chemicals a little later this year!"

     The young man checks his roster, figuring out who is who and where they're sitting. "Hm... Len?" He looks up from a piece of paper. "Could you read the first page for us in a nice clear voice?"

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He smiled then, remembering exactly where he left his sketches. "Sure, I won't~" He then turned on his heel, looking over his shoulder. "See you then." That was when he started walking away.

Sasuke wastes no time in heading to the coffee shop, he'll happily wait there for an hour for the boy to return. 

He can sit and chew some ice, smoke some cigarettes.

The boy better not be late. 

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"Hm, sounds fair. Do want a specific coffee shop in particular?" As he spoke, he reminded himself where he kept his sketches so he wouldn't end up keeping the other waiting.

"There is one two blocks from here, meet me there in an hour, don't keep me waiting." 

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"You could watch any of my performances if you want dresses, but for anything else, sure. I've come up with a few designs for things, but my sketchbook isn't with me right now. Want to come with me to get it?" He couldn't help but feel excited at the prospect of making something for someone else for a change. "My apartment isn't too far from here."

"I'm not interested in dresses." He is quick to say. "And I am not interested in coming to your apartment. Perhaps you should meet me in a coffee shop in an hour?" Maybe he could have a jacket made ... or some pants ... anything really. The dress was so beautiful, he still didn't quite believe that the boy had made it himself. 

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"Hm? Do you want me to make you something?"

"Perhaps." He doesn't want to seem too interested now. "Do you have a portfolio?" 

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"I made it," he answered, feeling proud of himself. It was his favorite red dress, the one he wears when he sings 'Fate: Rebirth' with his band.

"Mm." The noise was of approval. "Well I am impressed. Do you make other garments or just dresses?”