“ thank you. i- i appreciate it. ” a rush of air escapes her in relief- her mind already penciling in the mental calendar- preparing to balance every chaotic twist and turn that her other extracurricular activity took up. ( she had gone into this conversation, half expected to be turned down, but had mr. tunoku said yes … and a club meant an alibi. )
it’s unfair to put him on the spot like this, shiho thinks. they’ve all been dealt shitty hands, and the dealer is counting cards. ( and when someone rigs it from the start, and then says try your best, doesn’t it make you mad ? )
for the ‘ prince of shujin ’ , no good options exist for her future.
there’s stay in the prodigious school and make us look better- keep your head down, stay out of trouble.
return to the small town she hailed from, a place both she and her mother had fled in that foggy year.
and no matter what she’d remain an outcast, wherever she went ; whatever choice she’d take. people would point and stare and gossip regardless of whether she was in inaba, or in tokyo. at least in tokyo she had friends.
“ actually- i’d prefer a smaller club this time ‘round. ” a faint hint of her country bumpkin accent lilts from her tongue without notice notice, and a twist of a smile on her lips- tired and slightly bitter, yes, but genuine- contrasted against the dark circles under her eyes. “ i’ve never really been much of a people person, i do a lot better in smaller groups. ”
there’s probably paperwork, isn’t there ? but her mom normally had all that ready to go at the beginning of the year. “ do ya have any forms i gotta fill out ? i have the time to spare. ”
“Nothing so terrible I can’t fill them out myself.” Charlie couldn’t imagine that anybody in the staff even read the submitted forms either way, but acting like a good little cog in the machine lowered their profile. As such, a bit of order-of-operations rule-bending wouldn’t hurt too badly. “I’ll bring them filled out with me for your first meeting; you’ll just have to sign then.” Was there anything else…?
“If you have any comfortable work gloves, bring them with you. That is to say, for gardening, biking, stuff like that. Otherwise, I’m sure I’ve got extras you could use.” Years of usage had prematurely rendered Charlie’s palms nearly a match for leather, so it’d been a bit of an unpleasant surprise on the second day of practice when the new students of the sword returned with angry blisters. “I’m pleased to have you.”
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