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[center][h1][color=6ecff6]Arturo[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=6ecff6]"I was just offering if no one else here knew how to play instruments."[/color] Arturo waved his hand casually.  [color=6ecff6]"Good to know that someone else does.  That way i will just focus on making good food."[/color]

He watched as the girl walked over to the guy with a bruise and slapped a bandaid over the mark, calling it and him disgusting and a bitch. While the gesture of putting a bandaid on his cheek could have been considered nice.. it was pretty much unnecessary.  The skin on the mark was closed which meant a bandaid wouldn't do anything other than draw attention to the spot.  Still.. he doubted the girl knew that.  He raised an eyebrow.  Despite her clear insistence on making people hate her.. she was actually trying to make an effort to be nice.  He'd already noticed by now that she had this weird habit of sticking her hands behind her back for some reason.

He was about to say something when he saw a single tear drift from the guy with a bruise's eyes.  Arturo's eyes widened, and he glanced to Mari, who looked just as shocked.  He watched as the clear guilt crossed her face.. and she seemed.. almost regretful for a moment.  [color=6ecff6]"Dios Mio."[/color] he whispered, walking over and using his height to shield the guy's face from view, before turning around to face Mari.  [color=6ecff6]"Hey.  You may have gone a bit too far with the bitch thing.  You aren't all bad if you tried to put a bandaid on his face to heal it.  The dude isn't having the best day.. so you could do a bit better and leave the insults out.  I mean seriously.. how would you feel if you got hit your first day of class?"[/color]  He turned around to stare down at the guy with the bruise.  [color=6ecff6]"Hey man.  It didn't have something to do with that girl.. did it?"[/color]  He pointed his finger towards Mell, who was leaning against her desk with a bored expression stretched across her face.


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[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Mellia[/color][/h1][/center]

Mell turned to the girl who introduced herself as Bao, just giving a shrug, as she didn't care at all what their group project was about.
 
When Kiddo said something about the project being a fashion project, Mell stiffened.  Oh hell no.  Hell NO.  She wasn't about to go tramping around in some kind of weird dress made of meat or something because it was 'fashionable.'  However, looking at Bao and Kiddo.. she was likely very very outnumbered here.  The two were trim and proper.. clearly into fashion or something.  [color=ed1c24]"Whatever."[/color] She grunted.  [color=ed1c24]"I'm not wearing anything pink or super frilly, and if someone tries to put me in a cake topper dress I will seriously punch someone in the face."[/color]  she folded her arms over her chest.  [color=ed1c24]"Alternatively if anyone is interested we could start our own Bicycle repair business.  I know a lot of people here who ride bikes to school or work.  I mean... that way we don't have to tramp around in embarassing costumes or something."[/color]

Mell actually didn't mind the idea of a fashion line.  She actually liked to wear dresses now and again.. if she could pick one which she thought fit her style.  Like any other girl.. she actually liked being pretty sometimes.  Though she wasn't about to let anyone know that outwardly.  She was a Yakuza boss' daughter.  She had an image to uphold.. no gushing over shiny things or pretty purses for her.  So she had to at least make the conscious effort to rebuke the first suggestion.  Oh god.. what if her brothers got a hold of her pictures from the event.  She would never hear the end of it.