Aromatic Death

Tifa shifted a hand to the pocket of her comfortable jeans. After all, you shouldn’t wear nice clothes if you’re just going to get them messy. “I’m not here for any trouble, I swear.”

Oh, Hanabusa recognized the woman nearby; it was her new mechanically inclined roommate. Perhaps it was a good idea to test her out. 

Having heard about there being a garden on the campus Zion had wandered over to take a look for himself.Unfortunately his timing wasn’t the best as he had seen something that probably wasn’t meant for him to. Was that a threat just now? What a bother. Not that he wouldn’t have done the same if he was caught in a similar situation.

The person who appeared seemed to be a boy, but looks could ever be deceiving as she personally knew. Her mechanized arm became covered in its skin-like coating once again as Hanabusa turned a bit so she could properly greet the individual.

His sandwich was almost as stunned as he was, and departed from his butter-coloured hands to flop against the wooden surface of the table. This woman wasn’t like any female he had ever seen before—was she a woman? Now that the skunk-boy studied her face (aided by a head tilt), he could sense that she was on his level, yet lightyears ahead; certainly in terms of demeanor and, most likely, her social status. His tail flicked and a fly was bashed into oblivion. And yet, she approached him.

As soon as the wretched creature opened his mouth, she felt a wave of further disgust. Not only was the child smelly, but his speech was low class as well. It seems as though Lady Hanabusa had much to do. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and the cloth over her nose and mouth was removed from her mouth and neatly placed into the pocket of her pink dress. 

The skunk-boy had been keen to get to lunch, and not for his usual reason—in fact, all he had packed for his own consumption was a sandwich, and only one sandwich at that. For once in his life, Niall wasn’t using lunch for pigging out. He was using it to his social advantage. Today was his day to make a friend, and he was determined to go into his afternoon classes knowing he had a buddy in this big, lonely school.

As the new etiquette teacher, Sumireiko Hanabusa, rich bitch extraordinaire™, felt it necessary to clean up the more wretched kids at this school. Though she was the same age as many of the students, she felt she was higher than most of the trash that walked the halls. 

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