[center][h2][b][color=#dda0dd]~Kimura Chou~[/color][/b][/h2][/center]
[color=a187be]"[i]That's [b]genius[/b][/i]"[/color]

[i][color=#dda0dd]Yes it is,[/color][/i] Chou mentally praised to herself. She opted not to say anything aloud on the subject. No telling if the other girl didn't mean to be heard, after all. The part that came after, however, was definitely meant to be heard by Chou.

[color=a187be]"Oh, right, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Tanigawa Yatsumi, I'm a second year. I don't really specialise in any kind of Manga, because I just want to produce magazines!"[/color] Tanigawa-senpai, then. Next thing Chou knew, Yatsumi swung the clubroom door open and ushered Chou in, introducing her to the "waifu-cave". Chou was then treated to a small tour of the Manga Club's room, with a quick explanation of what everything was put there for. The chalkboard at the front was for brainstorming. The manga and figurines at the back on the bookshelves had been donated by past club members and even Manga Pop! Free to use, but use with care. There were also a pair of beanbags in front of the bookshelves.

Chou could get used to this clubroom.

[color=a187be]"It was really nice to meet you, but I'm a total airhead and I've gotta go! I'll see you after school!"[/color] Chou's line of thought was interrupted by the voice of Yatsumi, seeing herself out in a bit of a rush. Seemed she had places to be before classes got started.

[color=dda0dd]"See you after school,"[/color] Chou waved. That just left Chou and an empty clubroom. No point standing around doing nothing, was there? Of course, what else was there to do? Chou had already stopped by her dorm, and could unpack her things after school was over for the day. Opting to keep things simple, Chou removed the stuffed spider from atop her head, cramming it back into her bag where it belonged, before referring to her map a second time. Her destination this time was her classroom.

[color=#dda0dd][i]I can probably draw up some sketches once I'm there. I still need to figure out the protagonist for my next story.[/i][/color]
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[center][h2][b][color=#800080]~Morioka Yukari~[/color][/b][/h2][/center]
[color=800080][i]The next experiment should be...ooh, better idea! Let's see what the underclassmen are up to![/i][/color] Those two mental sentences were the entire story behind how one Morioka Yukari found herself traveling around the halls of Saint Lilium this morning. She'd already been to her dorm, and the few possessions she considered worth bringing had already been unpacked and set up. Yukari was free to do as she pleased until classes started, so she'd do precisely that. As she moved at a rather brisk pace throughout the buildings on campus, her ears picked up on what sounded like a conflict.

[color=00aeef]"...bugging you? If you want, I can pop that smug little face of hers!"[/color]

[color=fff200]"No, I'm fine. I just want to know if you want to have any friends or not. If you do, what's the point of fucking with other people like this? 'Cause all it'll do is make people not like you. And then everyone would make fun of you, which I assume they're already doing now. That doesn't sound like an enjoyable high school experience to me. If you can't enjoy the school, what's the point of even being in it? I'd prefer it if you would just leave Sayuri alone, but if you don't want to now, I'll wait.[/color]

A bully? Ooh, those were the worst! Unless Yukari was the one doing the deed, of course. Then it was just fun. The third-year stopped dead in her tracks and turned around, intent on either defusing the tensions or making it a whole lot worse. She hadn't quite decided yet. Once all was said and done, one Morioka Yukari stood in the doorway just behind the rather rude underclassman. Her gaze wasn't on either of the girls in the room just beyond, however. Instead, she wanted to focus on the one who seemed to be stirring up the conflict. For now.

[color=800080]"Popping faces sounds like fun, but let's try to stay out of trouble on our first day,"[/color] Yukari replied. As usual with her tone of voice and facial expression, it was hard to tell if she was angry, happy, or just high off her ass on bodily chemicals. [color=800080]"Hurting people is [i]my[/i] job, and I hate, hate, [i]hate[/i] being outsourced. Don't do it."[/color]
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