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[bankedflame]

Characters: Shun Kirifu, Mitsuki Konishi
Location: Student dorms
Time: October 2, midday
Summary: Shun arrives at Jardin du Ciel.

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[msiron_maiden]

Konishi wasn't in a good mood at all. The fact that she had awoken on her bed with the afternoon sunlight blasting at full force through her open window hadn't helped much either. It was odd for her to be in her room during the afternoon and she honestly couldn't remember about how she had gotten there in the first place.

All that really mattered at the moment in time was sorting out the pounding headache she had. Of course, she had thought that sleeping out help but that had only caused her major hallucinations and her next and only logical resort was to go to the school nurse. With the medicine in hand, Konishi had been on her way back to her dorm room when she found herself stuck behind a person with a bulky suitcase.

"Care to move a bit faster?" She asked in her clipped tone. She'd seen chimps move faster than whoever was in front of her now.

[bankedflame]

"'Scuse me?"

The suitcase dropped to the floor with a loud thunk, and Shun swiveled around to face the woman whose way she was apparently blocking, giving her a glower that was made rather less effective by the bits of hair falling into her eyes.

"You try haulin' this thing around, see how you like it," she snarled, punctuating it with an irritable kick at the poor abused piece of luggage. Her disposition wasn't exactly the best, what with everything else she'd gone through today, and this was not helping.

[msiron_maiden]

Konishi gave a dainty little snort as she folded her arms across her chest. She could barely remember anything about this place but at least the personalities weren't dull.

"Well maybe if one packed lighter they wouldn't be having that problem. And if that happened then we could have avoided this situation all together." Konishi replied. She gazed down disdainfully at the battered old suitcase and stepped back slightly as if just being close to the dirty thing would dirty her clothes, "Obviously from the sight of you you're a new student am I correct?"

[bankedflame]

"Not my fault. I don't even remember packing it." Just how ridiculous this sounded didn't strike her just then, but she wasn't exactly in the habit of thinking before she spoke anyhow.

"Yeah, I'm new. What, 's there something wrong with how I look?" Hoping for something to shoot back with, she peered through her bangs at the woman, and... well, it turned out there wasn't much to complain about there. The look turned into something that, depending on how charitable one was being in describing it, was somewhere between 'appraising' and 'leering'.