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[B]NPC: Iemasa Igarashi - Faculty Office, Saturday Morning[/B]

"[color=6ecff6]Coming![/color]"

Sliding open the door to the faculty office was Iemasa Igarashi, twenty-five years old and currently committed to a long-distance relationship with his girlfriend in Hokkaido. A blue ballpoint pen dangled loosely between the fingers of his right hand, while the other hand was brushing back a few strands for ruffled blonde hair from his forehead. It seemed as if he had been in the middle of some work, but the very moment he sighted Etsu, the sparkling cerulean of his eyes had immediately lightened up, and an easy-going grin found its way to his handsome face.

"[color=6ecff6]Oh, good morning![/color]" he said in greeting, voice bright and happy. "[color=6ecff6]I haven't seen you around before.[/color]"

He adjusted his round-rimmed glasses slightly, shooting a quick glance down at Etsu's outfit. It was patently obvious that the youthful history teacher was in fact quite curious to where the girl had originated from. He prided himself on being a pretty amicable guy who had spent a lotta time on getting to know all his beloved students (even those who weren't in his classes), but the teenager standing in front of him was somebody he'd never seen before.

"[color=6ecff6]Are you-[/color]" He suddenly glanced down at his watch. "[color=6ecff6]Ah! Are you the transfer?[/color]"

Iemasa looked back up at Etsu with a dazzling smile. Given the time, that was the conclusion he had come to.

Meanwhile, the other teachers in the faculty office were already returning to their own business, satisfied that Igarashi was already dealing with the situation. That was probably the reason why they put his desk so close to the door; he was the people person.

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[b]NPC: Audiovisual Clubroom, Saturday Morning[/b]

There was a knock on the door to the AV room. A second later, it slid open, and a teenage boy popped his head in. Cropped black hair, fringe still tinted by fading green highlights, hung over warm brown eyes that were scanning the room. However, that action immediately halted as he noticed the attention directed his way by the club members. A light flush of red emerged on his cheeks. He was feeling too much like a deer in the headlights.

"Oh, uh, hey," he said lamely in greeting, stepping through the door fully. He was a short figure, standing at a height of a metre fifty-two. "I'm from the Drama Club, and we were just, uh, wondering if you could, yaknow-"

The last word was punctuated by an awkward flap of his hands. It was pretty clear he was stumbling over what he wanted to say.

"I mean," he said, trying to reorient the conversation. "Could you guys like, spare a dude for us to do some recording stuff? We wanna do some practice, and yaknow, it'd be-"

Another gesture.

"-a real help?"

The Audiovisual Club's president stared at him, the gears ticking in her brain as she tried to comprehend his request. A few seconds later, she slowly turned around on her seat to gaze over at the back of the room, where Tsubaki was still tinkering on the projector.

"Hey, Matsushida," she called. "You look like you're not too busy. Can you go over to Drama with this kid?"