Subtle as a flying brick I am. 8''Dsparklypony911January 27 2011, 09:18:11 UTC
[Sasuke generally likes the library. Its quiet, and calm, and mostly away from other students. However, during his usual questing through the isles, he has found something which makes him a little naseaous.
Scratch that, its makes him want to bolt in the other direction.
Sitting infront of him, as innocently as though it were just any box-type-thing, pink and sparkly and covered in love hearts.
Sasuke glares at it, as though the poor thing has verbally abused him for a few years of his life. He doesn't really know what compels him, but gingerly, he grabs one of the little cards sitting next to it, and stares at it, too. Its lovely and pink too, and he traves the swirling intricacies across the paper for a second.
Mm.
He has a pen poised, but cannot bring it to paper. He just stands there, dumbly, wishing he had something to write.
...He needs help man. Lots of it. :Ysparklypony911January 27 2011, 09:49:56 UTC
[With a small growl of frustration, Sasuke decides he cannot do it. He cannot possibly do it.
He tosses the little card angrily over his shoulder, and marches off.
...Only to return a few steps later, lean down on his haunches, and pick it up delicately - pushing out the creases. He takes the pen out of his pocket again, and looks around for some inspiration.
When he notices the tips of a flower poking from behind one of the shelves.]
[ To write, or not to write. That is the question.
...And frankly, the girl doesn't have an answer to it. She'll pass by the boxes and pink rosy letters. Go to one section, browse the selection there on a whim, with one eyes warily on that certain little corner in the library.
Footsteps will be heard, and in a sort of panic, she'll grab the closest book at random. A sigh of relief will escape her lips, as the footsteps echo away as quickly as they came.
She's safe for now. Or so she thinks.
Green eyes wander over to the corner once more, before they shift down to the book in her arms--a fairly large novel, The Count of Monte Cristo--and then back again. Glancing left. Glancing right. She takes a few steps forward, but then stops herself, with one hand on the edge of a shelf, and the other clutching the book tightly in her arms
( ... )
/is going to assume you two came up at the same time yes yes? 8DinbloomloveFebruary 28 2011, 11:07:16 UTC
Mmm, I... I'm fine, thank you. And they could stand for some improvement, but at least they're somewhat try--[ Wait. Those voices. Slowly, she glances left and right, looking upon both new arrivals.
... ]
K-Konan-sensei and Itachi-sensei?!
[ She jumps at this, and immediately turns around, offering a polite slight bow at her seniors. How did-- Since when-- when did they get there?! ]
I was just-- Didn't notice you com-- I mean the cards-- And misunderstanding--
... ... ...I trust today-- today has treated you two well? [ asdfghjkl-- Fail. So much fail. Sheepish smile here. And that darned blush only increasing. ]
[Naruto heard through the grape fine of that fated pink box in the library, and after spending all of Geography working out the best way to go about it has decided to openly approach the box on the pretense that he's just sending them to all his frinds. Which he will be, he just won't mention that his definition of "friends" has become rather looser of late in regard to *cough* one person's case at least.
He starts looking around for a pen, since uh...obviously he doesn't have one. Oh look, there's one on a nearby table. Score. He starts writing ohoho~]
(ooc; DO I PM YOU THE MESSAGES TO MAKE IT ANONYMOUS? OR JUST WRITE THEM?)
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Scratch that, its makes him want to bolt in the other direction.
Sitting infront of him, as innocently as though it were just any box-type-thing, pink and sparkly and covered in love hearts.
Sasuke glares at it, as though the poor thing has verbally abused him for a few years of his life. He doesn't really know what compels him, but gingerly, he grabs one of the little cards sitting next to it, and stares at it, too. Its lovely and pink too, and he traves the swirling intricacies across the paper for a second.
Mm.
He has a pen poised, but cannot bring it to paper. He just stands there, dumbly, wishing he had something to write.
And maybe someone to send it too.]
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*yes she is secretly watching you from the corner of her eye >.>*
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He tosses the little card angrily over his shoulder, and marches off.
...Only to return a few steps later, lean down on his haunches, and pick it up delicately - pushing out the creases. He takes the pen out of his pocket again, and looks around for some inspiration.
When he notices the tips of a flower poking from behind one of the shelves.]
Konan-san?
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....Sasuke-kun? Is there something I can help you with?
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If all goes to plan, maybe she can sneak off with one so nobody will see her writing. >//>*
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A-ano, hello Konan-sensei..! *nervous tittering about :|*
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... *she is going to stand here now and stare at you*
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...And frankly, the girl doesn't have an answer to it. She'll pass by the boxes and pink rosy letters. Go to one section, browse the selection there on a whim, with one eyes warily on that certain little corner in the library.
Footsteps will be heard, and in a sort of panic, she'll grab the closest book at random. A sigh of relief will escape her lips, as the footsteps echo away as quickly as they came.
She's safe for now. Or so she thinks.
Green eyes wander over to the corner once more, before they shift down to the book in her arms--a fairly large novel, The Count of Monte Cristo--and then back again. Glancing left. Glancing right. She takes a few steps forward, but then stops herself, with one hand on the edge of a shelf, and the other clutching the book tightly in her arms ( ... )
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Are you alright S-...[she thinks] Sakura, right?
You look a little flustered... do you need a glass of water?
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Yes, the cleaners do do a heck of a job here with the carpets.
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K-Konan-sensei and Itachi-sensei?!
[ She jumps at this, and immediately turns around, offering a polite slight bow at her seniors. How did-- Since when-- when did they get there?! ]
I was just-- Didn't notice you com-- I mean the cards-- And misunderstanding--
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...I trust today-- today has treated you two well? [ asdfghjkl-- Fail. So much fail. Sheepish smile here. And that darned blush only increasing. ]
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He starts looking around for a pen, since uh...obviously he doesn't have one. Oh look, there's one on a nearby table. Score. He starts writing ohoho~]
(ooc; DO I PM YOU THE MESSAGES TO MAKE IT ANONYMOUS? OR JUST WRITE THEM?)
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...Are you looking for something in particular here?
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