Oh, lordy.
I just read that post.
And that is hilarious.
And this is what i'm guessing Mariko's reaction is going to be.
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Aww, that's boring. It could have been our thing, like being really mock-awkward around each other as our greetings. It could've been cool.
I've really only had experience with two japanese people. Both of them accepted a handshake but sort of jerked their heads forward while shaking. Maybe it's a culture thing, i really don't know.
Yes, she is. You're free to slap it or something, but that was the intention.
Is that an irish horse?
I'm highly tempted to create a cute Ogre-spirit character called Oni-chan.
Mariko slouched back in her chair and pulled out a bottle of effervescent tablets. She reached for her drink, and paused. Seems like she had a visitor. The girl next to her was small, definitely a first year, and had huge deep purple eyes that matched her hair. It was a tricky combination,but she pulled it off. Or maybe this new girl was hideously ugly and Mariko was too blind to notice, which was an all-too-real possibility. She appeared to have collapsed into the chair, given the audible thud. If there were any spills from her soup, Mariko couldn't see them. The new girl gave a small, quick smile, and said "Hello, I'm Mori Kaori, a first year student. It's very nice to meet you, Senpai." Mariko blinked, smiled, dropped her packet of tablets, and extended a hand. "Mariko Matsushita, Second year. And the pleasure's all mine, Kaori-chan. What brings you to this little corner of the world?"
If my post looks rushed today, that's because i'm in the middle of bumfuck nowhere and i forgot to bring a laptop charger. Sorry about that.
Mariko stared glumly ahead, as the too-good-for-this-sinful-earth girl flounced back to her seat, having resolved the middle hallway crisis as soon as it had started. Princess Tomo had asked her a question, which she'd almost missed. She blinked, before answering "Well no. It's pretty hard to catch someone's name if they never tell it. That's a borderline logical impossibility. And i'm Mariko Matsushita. Most people call me Mariko, if they aren't calling me an idiot." She grinned. "I'd shake hands, but that would just leave us groping around in the dark. Hmm?" She turned her head. Had there always been this many kids in this class? She glanced up, cursed her naivete, and pulled out her phone from her skirt pocket. The dial read 7:59.
"Seems like class is starting now." She said, to the figure on the right. "We've got the snooty guy who taught Math last year, he's kinda strict if you don't get to know him." Mariko paused, turning to face the front.
In the cafeteria, somewhere at the front of the queue, Mariko fiddled with her black bow ribbon. One trailing lace was definitely longer then the other, and the disparity had been itching away at her mind all day. But students really ought not to fidget in class, especially on the first day. Her thick fingers untied the silky black ribbon off, clumsily, before righting the thing properly this time. She pulled on both ends of the ribbon, and breathed out. She stopped halfway, the breath refusing to leave her windpipe. She frantically loosened the tie, allowing herself to breathe normally. And she was back at square one again. She sighed, before picking up a small tray of food and wandering over to an empty pair of seats. She angled herself towards the growing queue, looking out for people she recognized as well as interesting people she didn't.
"Seems like class is starting now." She said, to the figure on the right. "We've got the snooty guy who taught Math last year, he's kinda strict if you don't get to know him." Mariko paused, turning to face the front.
In the cafeteria, somewhere at the front of the queue, Mariko fiddled with her black bow ribbon. One trailing lace was definitely longer then the other, and the disparity had been itching away at her mind all day. But students really ought not to fidget in class, especially on the first day. Her thick fingers untied the silky black ribbon off, clumsily, before righting the thing properly this time. She pulled on both ends of the ribbon, and breathed out. She stopped halfway, the breath refusing to leave her windpipe. She frantically loosened the tie, allowing herself to breathe normally. And she was back at square one again. She sighed, before picking up a small tray of food and wandering over to an empty pair of seats. She angled herself towards the growing queue, looking out for people she recognized as well as interesting people she didn't.
Go on, then. I'd love to hear a few.
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