#znrza

♪      ⇢     " well, she got the life she wanted. " from deena     (   feat.   @znrza​   )      ,      taking requests 

            ❝  – O -- OH... ❞ THE SLIGHT JUMP STRAIGHTENS HER SHOULDERS, her eyes alerted to the joined presence of the prosecutor -- it was raining outside the station.  the forecast had said rain, she had an umbrella ready by the door for when she left that morning, but it was how most of her mornings would go with a eyes heavy with sleep and dwam that threatened to send her stumbling onto her face out the door when she reached her limit of the all-so-tempting snooze button and she's running to the commute with no umbrella. a wet uniform always left you squirming at your desk throughout the day and now just when the uniform began dry did she have to go back out into the rain to get home, even so... she never truly was in a rush to get home, so she stands just outside shibuya station, just at the edge of the open entrance where the crowds of the after school and transitting crowds travelled in and out with unbrella heads looking like flowers in a stream, she watches the rain before checking her phone for the time... her mind reasoning that enough time passed and she should get home, until a figure steps next to her, the sound of a brolly closing next to her she pays no mind to... then the figure spoke.        her hand that held her phone retreats into her coat pocket to not be rude and give sae her complete attention, although... she has shake the surpise from her face from seeing not just a niijima, but big sister niijima.    you're always bound to see familiar faces in shibuya, it was inevitable. still, meeting with makoto's older sister isn’t any less nervewracking considering her and the third-year's, ahem... disputes.             ❝  – y -- yeah, it's pretty sucky. ❞ sucky? she's not a classmate. she reaches up to scratch the nape of her neck, the tips of her hair still feels a little cold and damp from being caught up in the rain leaving school. ❝  – are you passing through? or here for work? ❞ can she even ask that? was that too nosy? shit, she didn't even ask how she was first-- was it too late?  ❝  – i hope you are well! ❞  SAURA suddenly adds to the end, her face dusts a little with embarrassment and she looks away.  where was that lion in her now?

        THINK FAST SHE DID NOT. her head just turning at the alert of the other's voice when a packet of konjac jerky delivers a killing blow to the side of her head -- CRITICAL! -- the force sending her sideways off of her chair and onto the floor, with her legs still propped up on her chair while stars fly; -- DOWNED! -- from the sounds of ryuji erupting laughter unbeknowing of his own fate to the apocalyptic snack dispensor as well as morgana’s yell as he ducked into their leader’s bag.  rin had one hell of a throwing arm.

This new step of what was going on, with the vestige, with Opal. It was all so much. And Orym was quite frankly at a loss, and for a man so sure on his feet he felt like he was stumbling right now.

He knew of only one person who had any experience with something like this. He did not know if he wanted to go back to Zephra, or bother Keyleth. He did not know if he should. But it was his only current idea, he wanted, no needed to talk with the others. But he wanted to run his idea by someone first.

He thought about Dorian, but that was still more tentative than he cared to admit, and he needed to talk with Dorian completely separately. Opal was not an option right now, and Dariax was an option, but he chose Fearne. She had less impulsiveness than Dariax. He didn’t want to charge into this option, he didn’t even know if it was worth voicing. He was at an impasse where he did not want to be the leader, but he knew he needed to do something. So for now he was doing something simple, making no decision yet, and certainly not without discussion.

          she  wasn’t  planning  on  coming  back  until  the  next  break,    still  weeks  away,    but  taylor  couldn’t  stay  locked  away  in  her  dorm  much  longer.      as  much  as  she  swore  by  the  benefit  of  distance,    she  suddenly  couldn’t  take  the  EMPTY  ROUTINE  of  each  day,    class  to  dorm  to  dining  hall  if  she  had  the  will,    talking  to  no  one  except  the  select  few  who  she  knew  understood.

          when  she  arrived  home,    the  place  seemed  empty,    so  she  took  the  time  to  throw  the  load  of  laundry  she’d  hauled  back  with  her  into  the  washer,    basking  in  the  silence  while  it  lasted,    before  she  lost  the  comfort,    but  there’s  an  unexpected  face  already  waiting  for  her  in  the  dining  room.

          ❝      hey,      ❞        taylor  says  incredulously  at  the  sight  of  her  sister.      her  head  shakes  in  the  lasting  disbelief  —  clarice  was  a  busy  woman,    after  all.        ❝      you  —  i  didn’t  know  you  were  stopping  by.      ❞

(  ✱.  )      @znrza​​    —    rachel :      if  you  were  hurt,  i’d  leave  you  behind.

          taylor  doesn’t  know  how  she  keeps  getting  away,    seemingly  by  a  hair  each  time.      andrew’s  already  saved  her  ass  once.      shit,    she  worries  as  she  nears  the  rest  of  the  group,    how  long  ‘til  her  luck  runs  STRAIGHT  OUT ?      a  hand  grips  her  side  for  only  a  moment,    feeling  a  cramp  after  the  lengths  on  the  night  she’s  spent  outright  sprinting.

       WAS IT THAT OBVIOUS? perhaps the constant tap tap TAP of the eraser end of her pencil against the table was enough to turn heads in irritation from those sat nearby also trying to cram or those passing by to simply sigh in kinship for their own stress about the upcoming midterms... she was confident certain areas of her study however maths... maths.

       finally the pencil drops, rolling into the middle of her textbook as she sighs heavily and leans back in her chair in frustration, balancing on the backlegs teetering in motion that rocked boredly; she was screwed, her head hurt. her frontal lobe throbbed and she felt the craving of artifical melon to take the edge off of her stress; maybe if she did super well on her other papers she could override her awful math score. a hand comes up to massage the bridge of her nose. pythagorean can suck a fat--

   SAURA blinks upon the voice, it sounding too close to be people on another table,her hands leaving her face alone at the voice to look up to see MISS PRESIDENT herself, while she maintained her firm, authoritave tone; her posture was... meek, a wring of her hands that quickly retreat behind her back. she must of looked surprised because the apprehensive stance of the third-year seemed to worsen as she shifts weight from one foot to the other before she composed herself and stood up straighter, her hands returning to the front.

     it was mere schoolyard whispers that makoto and saura didn’t exactly get on, each time you see them together it was often a stand off similiar to a mongoose and a cobra with makoto looking ready to take her by the earlobe like a disgruntled parent but being on the president’s watchlist didn’t exactly make for juicy gossip; makoto’s reputation for her rather supercilious attitude exceeded her, she wondered if she knew that... she cleared her head of those thoughts as she plants her chairs front legs back onto the ground and clears her throat, a hand coming up to scratch the nape of her neck; what was with her? she didn’t have any reason to come over if there was nothing to tell her off for ( perhaps swinging in her chair but she didn’t seem to care this particular time ) was this a.. a peace offering of some sorts? the only thing makoto was known to thrive in was her studies so that was what she offered to at least crack this wall that stood between them. huh...

   she hadn’t realized her gaze had dropped as she tried to figure niijima out until her fern-like eyes returned to the third-year, bashfully, she sits up straighter upon the realization she had been leaving her in suspense this whole time.

     ❝ –  I -- I .. could use some help. ❞

    SAURA admits, sounding uncertain... not about the math, but her voice gains confidents when her head signals the chair opposite side of her, speaking quickly.

     ❝ –  only if you want to; i mean, don’t you got to study too?  ❞

   she’s top of the class idiot, she probably studied everything in night one of midterms announcements.