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Ishin Academy | Sapporo[/sub]
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Haruhi tossed the bag onto her shoulders like it was a bag of feathers. Her tendency to lug and carry larger pieces of metal around dusty and gravel fields led her to put on more muscle than perceived by most under her school uniform. The room itself was pretty plain probably to save money and not allow for kids to get too comfortable while abroad. The uniformity was actually more reassuring than intended since her room was as vanilla as this one. Main difference being another bed and person with her in the same room, waking up staring at Yoru until she woke up would be the highlight of her stay with her. 

She left no time to spare, quickly accommodating all her things while Haruhi watched plainly behind her. Why did she have so much stuff in her bag? Do other girls always carry so many things? And there was so much make up with tools that she had never seen before. Of course, she was more used to wrenches and screw drivers and not pens and curlers. Rubbing her own chin, she figured it was her turn to unpack. Mimicking Genkuro, she laid her uniform atop her dresser followed by taking a bag out of her garments rustling with the sound of bouncing metal. Promptly grabbing the bottom of the bag and flipping it over she dumped out the waterfall of metal pieces onto her bed. Anyone else might look on in horror even more so with her next action. 

With the bag deflated she tossed it to the side before throwing herself onto the bed causing most of the screws and metal pieces to jump with her and onto the floor. [color=#adf8d1]“Uhhh I’m not sure what do girls even do for sleepovers? Have you ever had one? OOO! Maybe we can have a pillow fight”[/color] she rolled around in bed for a few more moments before eyeing her make up and connecting the dots. [color=#adf8d1]“I know! You could give me a makeover! Look at my nails!”[/color] throwing caution to the wind she extended her hand to Genkuro. To say they were far away from traditional hands was an understatement. They were rough, calloused, and her nails were practically none existent since she religiously clipped them as to not break any while working. 

Physical strength wouldn’t be the only thing Genkuro would need to survive Isshin, but perhaps also mental and spiritual help.[/color] [/indent]