✿ ⊰ ❛ @immaculatescion ♡’d. ;
Again Hana had cut class, or rather his class trip, in favour of resting against a tree lazily. Something so boring wasn’t suited to him, but he found it better than being cooped up with another twenty to thirty other bodies, learning about things he didn’t even care about. Truthfully, he didn’t want to go to school at all, but Tamao’s wrath (anger? fury?) was enough to quell any ideas of dropping out.
But today wasn’t one of the days that he was worried about that. No, the blond had nestled against the rough bark of the tree trunk and had napped for a short while, but now something was bothering him enough to rouse him from sleep. It wasn’t as though it was anything important, sort of like a bothersome itch he couldn’t be bothered to scratch, but it was enough for Hana to pick himself up off the ground and look around his previous backrest.
Thin brows furrowed as he leaned against the tree; this guy, was he a spirit? He didn’t seem like any old spirit, no he was probably something different. Maybe he was Seirei, or even Kami, class and not just one of the normal spirits that normally hung around graveyards. He guessed this was what was bothering him.
❛ Hey, you. Guy wearin’ the toque* even though it’s too hot out. What’s goin’ on with ya’ anyways; what are you? ❜ Simple and straight to the point.
