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~Keiko Murata~
Suna didn't seem like she was going to hand over the notebook so easily. That was fine, she'd just do something else! All she had to-was he walking off? Like, just leaving her standing there? That was...like, really, really, mean. Like seriously that was just cruel. Leaving in the middle of a conversation like that. If she had been able to actually talk, that would be a bit different but at the moment? Yeah, that was just mean.
She scowled at Suna's back as he started walking away. Fine, then, 'friend' if that's how it was gonna be. Two could play this game, and unfortunately for you she was an expert at shenanigans! She audibly huffed and turned in the opposite direction as she stormed off. For the moment, she had no idea what she was going to do to get back at him, or even where she was going for the moment. If she had her drums with her, she'd just go beat on them to relieve stress. Now though?...she didn't really have much else.
Finally, she reached the girls dorms, not taking her long at all to reach her room. Her room was a bit of a mess as usual. Even in the few days she had been here, it already looked like a small hurricane passed through here. She flopped down on the bed, still thinking of some way she could get back at Suno. She could probably easily kick his ass...though, she'd wait until they had some 'alone' time to do it. Gah! What was she thinking. Sure she liked causing mischief, but actually fighting someone? Yeah, no....probably. She didn't have much else...maybe Suna's head would make a satisfying gong noise or something if she smacked it hard enough. Didn't seem like he had much of a brain up there...
Keiko grumbled to herself, sitting up on the bed. Ahh...she was bored and slightly annoyed. What should she do? Boredom wasn't something she was used too. She'd just go hit up Kohaku for something fun to do...even then, she'd have her drums if she was busy or something. Cleaning? Pfft...nah. Studying? Meh. Homework?...eh. Well, first thing she should probably do is see if she had a spare notepad or notebook around here somewhere....in the mess of a place she called her room.