#inprudens

              " Hm? "

              " Oh...Kei. You uh...caught me. "

              The magician dons an apron his hair kept in a bandanna suited for cooking. In his hands are a spatula and egg. Across the apron can the word PRESIDENT be found.

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number; 013. stomach kiss

                                                    * accepting ;

           There’s an unusual softness to her gaze, an affection she had long since forgotten that she was capable of. So, maybe this wasn’t so bad…. Maybe the team was tolerable, especially their leader – who has come so far. It was one of those days, some time after they had gotten to the bottom of the rumor and figured out who that missing girl was. Somewhere, from the moment she smashed his face into his plate of mashed potatoes to now, a bond had been formed.

             Who would have thought that his stupid kid would be the light at the end of the long ass tunnel she had been stuck in. He showed her a completely new world, one where she was capable of feeling anything other than resentment and bitterness toward the world around them. She had forgotten what it felt like to smile the way her heart ached to. Or the feeling of being cared for and loved. To be the one being taken care of rather than doing the protecting. That was a part of herself she did not see herself capable of anymore –

                            – but Kei had proved her wrong.

          “You know…,” she began hesitantly, picking at the grass under them. She was using Kei as a pillow, despite her being the tallest between the two. “Fall is ending soon. Winter is around the corner…. I was thinking that…. Maybe…. I can go back to Italy for a bit.” There was hesitation in her tone – a child like fear – as she turned her head away. Avoiding looking up at the other, she let out a strained sigh.

What the hell is this shit? Her eyes better be paying tricks on her, for his sake, because if sh- e discovers that there is someone actually sitting in her spot, he will soon be in a world of pa- in.  There was a very reason why every student left this table empty. There was a reason wh- no one even venture this far into the cafeteria--if they valued their lives, anyway. Emi recogni- zes the fact that he was the transfer student, but he should have been warned. It wasn’t her f-ault that he was fed to the wolves like that.

              " Miss --- there's a seat here for the new blood! "

              Digits point to a seat in front of him as the crowd gives a snicker in union. He really didn't seek to give up the view he had on the red-head siting but two seats in front of him, but since their English teacher was unable to find a seat on her own for her to sit and having the new guy stand up there with a downcast look was starting to get a bit embarrasing.

              Poor new guy what a crap way to start off his school year.