peko☆pekoyama

idek man. idek.

  ●  —- A blur of contradiction hues catch the gamers attention in an instant, despite her daze-like behavior from currently awakening from a brief nap. Peko, a strict woman with the sharpest intentions. Yet, little to no fear sparks in the pastel hued woman, if anything she’s a little glad she got to see her once more.  Pallid tinted digits quickly push back a wander stray of hair before offering a tired smile. “Hello, Peko. I’ve— … Been doing good, a little drowsy still but that’s to be a given. How about you ? Are you doing okay —- ? —- ● 

"Y-Yes, I write r-romance novels mostly," Fukawa squirmed, looking extremely uncomfortable. She looked around, as if trying to find a way to escape the social interaction.

Peko noticed her discomfort, somewhat understanding why she was acting skittish. She has been told that she has a scary face before, even in her childhood. The swordswoman felt slightly sorry for the girl, but could not bring herself to smile. "Am I making you uneasy? My apologies."

"I, I, uhm, I’m T-Touko Fukawa…"

"It’s nice to meet you, miss Peko! I am Kiyotaka Ishimaru. Hopefully we can get along." Kiyotaka bowed and looked back at her.

After a short pause, she inquired, "What is your talent in this school, if I may ask? Your armband... I cannot think of any Super High-School Level that would go along with the words on it. Could you perhaps be some kind of justice worker?"

Two hours to do this. Now I can rest in fucking pieces.