#regledefleurs

[paraclausithyron-blog]

She was a suitable fit for Ye Ran High. For starters, her application indicated an erudite candidate, just as much motivated for constant learning as she was for teaching. The inference was which was only further verified by the recommendations forwarded by her former professors of the alumna. Although she was inexperienced, Frankenstein had a good feeling about the prospect of bringing the woman into his staff ranks. Surely, the fact that she was young and reared under the innovations of education in the west would be welcomed as a refreshment by the students of his institution.

He knew best, after all. Frankenstein would keep his opinion under wraps, but the rigidly traditional standards of Korea’s educational system required a bit of a kick every here and there. Even if she would be a temporary intern, he was interested in giving her methods of performance a good probe.

“You must be Miss Kano. I’ve been looking forward to our meeting for quite some time.” The formalities slipped out as though they were soaped. “Don’t be shy, come right in. As the principal of Ye Ran, I’d like to welcome you to our school grounds. What do you make of it so far?”

@regledefleurs

[xtrinsic-blog1]

"Shush, just concentrate on staying awake, okay? Don't sleep." (@ Dino, or any other muse you see fit!)

                     MEME: accepting!

Good advice, too bad that was easier said than done. His eyes felt heavy. His breath left him in quiet -- if not wet -- sighs. A look of mild discomfort crossed his features as a hand clapped over his bleeding wound. “You shouldn’t see this.” There was an apology in his voice, but he did not carry the energy needed to fully convey how sorry he was for dragging the other into this. This wasn’t something the other should have to see.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed out, head rolling off to the side.  Dino was not necessarily afraid of dying, something he has accepted as part of his life. That did not mean the other was.

Clearing his throat, eyes fluttered lazily, his grip on his bleeding wound going slack. “... Just for a little bit, okay?” 

[colonelloldier]

(I hear it's your birthday? Happy birthday!)

ooc; /noises ahh thanks ?! though it has finally passed now that it’s the next day for me –

[xtrinsic-blog1]

             “Is this it?”

The timber of his words came out in a small drawl of disinterest. He was expecting more from the other, though he could not say why. Perhaps he should have listened to his INSTINCT, if he wanted to get something done, he should do it himself. Of course, there was the prospect that perhaps Kyouya was being a little too hard on her, but that was something the Skylark was far from concerned. If she can’t handle his harshness ( though, to be fair, most cannot ), she did not BELONG here in the mafia world.

Stacking the papers together, the Foundation President straightened the leaflets before standing to his feet. “Next time, come back with something more useful, soushite doubotsu.” With that, the Carnivore walked around his desk and approached the exit of his office to attend more IMPORTANT matters; matters more worth his time. Until...

               “Kyouya!” With little to no thought of the consequences, the Cavallone Don threw the door open and popped his head in, amber eyes searching the room. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything here, I decided to let myself in. Hah?” Blinking in rapid succession, the Bronco assessed the situation with an attentive gaze. Maybe he was interrupting something. Before an apology can pass through his lips, a JARRING pain shakes through him, one he was much too familiar with.

              While Dino was more agile on his feet, especially considering Kyouya’s reputation and their history together, he had let his guard down for a brief moment of time. Doubling over, the Don let out a wheezing gasp as he fell to his knees, body curled in. A shaky laugh. “G--Good one, Kyouya.” A look of pained despair, humorous at most, bowed his head forward until his brow met the carpet beneath him.