it's angela, not angie

forever sitting on something invisible

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Reason Behind URL: it was originally angelanotangie but i forgot the email i used for that one sweats; it's bc angela hates being nicknamed angie Reason Behind Icon: so far it's my favorite icon of angela # of Posts: 15 as of 4/24 gmt+8 Why You Joined: i felt like rping harvest moon and i'm aware that there aren't much indie rp blogs (cough none at all) so why not right? i mean i miss group rping sooo First URL: i can’t remember… # of Blogs: way too many

She blinked a few times, her mouth hanging open a bit. Forte hadn’t expected such a turn in the conversation, and she had only just recently found out what prom even was. She shook her head gently, leaning in closer. “No. Do you?” She asked, her voice low in order to match the other’s.

"Ah…anyhow," he said, starting to get back on topic. "Yes, it seems as though you have caught my eye indeed. I was simply unsure of the dress code applied to the…erm, e-event, so…I thought that, perhaps, we would be able to find out. T-to solve both of our troubles." 

"How about you? What are you confused about?" she asked, tilting her head in accompaniment. "Maybe I can help." She paused for a moment, wondering if she was asking too many questions already. But she was too curious to restrain herself. "Do you have a date?" Perhaps that was the reason behind the nervousness that she sensed. She knew that if she had a date, she would want to look decent for them, too. And she would be trembling the day before the dance. And probably faint, for good measure.

A hand instinctively went to cover his mouth as he nodded listening to her request. “These things happen, luckily there’s still time in the semester to make it up. Don’t beat yourself up for it.” Hearing her compliment he felt his ears get red and looked away again, unsure how to accept her kind words. “Ah, well It’s nice to know you think so…” The blonde coughed and regained composure with an even more serious look on his face, “So, what area in particular are you struggling with the most?”

Relief expressed itself in a bright smile. For a moment there, she'd been afraid that he would call her stupid. It was good to know that he wasn't that type of person. "To be honest, I just find the whole thing boring. Except the stuff related to agriculture." And sometimes, law, even though she got enough of that at home.

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"I-I’m not sure that interested is the word for it…ah, well, perhaps just a bit," he said, putting a hand over his shoulder. "Oh, where are my manners? Before I continue…I am Hamasaki, Hiro." He bowed. "It is an honor to meet you, Miss…?"

It took her a few moments to realize that he was waiting for her introduction. "R-Right," she mumbled, embarrassed at how she had just spaced out. "My name is Angela. Angela Kirkland." Her fingers twitched, and she wondered if it was still proper to extend her hand for a handshake. He had bowed already, hadn't he? But she did so anyway.

She nodded a few times. “Yeah. I guess it’s supposed to be relaxing, but I find the best way to start the morning is by getting the blood pumping.” Forte paused for a moment before gently waving her hands in front of her. “But you should do whatever you want to!”

She leaned closer, voice dropped in what could almost be taken as a conspiratorial whisper. "Do you have a date for prom?" she asked curiously. The brunette herself hadn't been asked. Both a relief and a disappointment. If she were asked, she'd probably take such a long time to answer due to a sudden bout of stuttering that the offer would be withdrawn. Still, it would have been nice.

"Technically Gilligan is my name but no one’s ever called me that, not even my parents. It is annoying, but well there’s nothing much I can do." He shrugged looking off to the clock in the distance, "Alright so what it is you needed help on? Do you have a project for one of your classes and need sources?"

Previous confidence utterly gone with the wind, she continued, "And, uh, I almost failed it and my mom got really mad and, uh, she demanded that I get a tutor..." She was staring at the table now, avoiding his blue gaze in case he decided to look away from the clock and at her instead. "Like, hell, it's just Common Core but I don't get it, you know?" Take a deep breath, now. "And, uh, you're really smart and I couldn't think of anyone else, so, uh..." You're doing a great job, Angela. Of making a fool of yourself.

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"Oh, I take weight lifting. The yoga class is in the same building though, so I’ve seen some of what they do in there." For a moment, a blank stare overcomes her facial features before she snaps out of it and looks at the other girl. "They just… stretch the entire time." Not that she had an issue with stretching, but she felt there was only so much stretching one needed to do.

"What book do you need?" Gill said examining the spines making sure he was putting them in the appropriate locations. Hearing the hostility in her tone, Gill looked up at her apologizing, "I heard someone in the halls say that in reference to you, I won’t call you that if you don’t like it. It’s funny because I have the opposite problem;  though I specifically tell them to call me Gill two annoying students in particular continue to call me Gilligan…"

"Thank you." There wasn't anything dramatic associated with the nickname. Really; they weren't in a teen movie where her ex-boyfriend who had broken her heart oh-so-badly used to call her that, which led to her being touchy about it. Nothing like that. Dislike just accompanied the name, that's all. "Gilligan is your real name, huh?" The name brought Gilligan's Island to mind. "That must be really annoying."

On his way, however, he had found a young woman. A stranger talking about something that he could not resist thinking about himself. Perhaps she was talking about…that event. Curious, Hiro quietly walked over to her and tapped her shoulder. His voice was clear and his tone was humble and polite as he said, “Excuse me, Miss. I couldn’t help but overhear your recent statement. Are you, perhaps…speaking of the attire meant for the prom event?”

A senior, she finally recognized. Was in the Nurse's Office a couple of times when I passed by. Takes soccer with me. And most importantly, she had seen him during cooking club meetings. But she couldn't recall any sort of interaction between them aside from the stuff that involved kicking black and white balls. Maybe she'd asked him to pass the soy sauce once or something, but whatever. Who remembered things like that? "Yeah," she replied, lips forming a smile. "You seem interested." Could it be that he was feeling a little uneasy about it? Even if not, he seemed the type nice enough to listen to her rant about it without complaining, so she was considerably at ease.