[color=a187be][b]Natsume[/b][/color]; Saturday Morning - Newspaper Club Doorway

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As the girl surveyed the room, somebody had addressed her from a desk not too far from the door. She unconsciously took a half-step back when he began walking towards her, approaching quite fast when it probably wasn't anywhere near the speed she's imagining. Natsume took another when he playfully winked at her after he asked his question, definitely overwhelmed by his presence but was willing to play along for a bit. [color=a187be][i]"I guess I found the president"[/i][/color], she thought to herself.

She blinked a few times.

[color=a187be]"I uh..."[/color] She took a second to collect her thoughts and regain her posture before continuing. [color=a187be]"I'm here to apply for the newspaper club."[/color] Offering the piece of paper in her hand to the man she assumed was the president as she fully opened the door. Natsume had hoped that she didn't sound too nervous or shy, so that the president wouldn't outright reject her application if he didn't find her appropriate for the club because of it. The girl wasn't entirely sure if she even wanted to be a part of the club in the first place. But now that she was here, a quick denial wouldn't sit right with her either. Especially from somebody who got under her skin so quickly from his overwhelming yet warm presence.

[@Sarcelle Renard]