by I³

by はこ

The dean? May forgot there was even a dean for colleges. “I’ve never seen him around ever. Shouldn’t you have some special professor hotline where you can ask people questions?” She shrugged. “I’m just a regular student, but I would love to help with anything that I can!! Even if it’s just being your errand girl!”

Still being rather unfamiliar with the layout of Nimbasa University, Wallace often found himself lost even when out on the campus' green. May, however, who'd been here a bit herself, would have at least slightly more idea of where he needed to go. "Would you mind giving me a hand, then?" He motioned his words with his hand. "I could use a helper to find my way across the university, not to mention," A wink accompanied his words; "It would be positively posh to have a great-coordinator-to-be to buddy around with, don't you think?"

"Yeaaah!! I’m sure we’d be making all sorts of stuff. Don’t you get to decide, being the professor and all? I’d be happy with anything really. I like cute things! With pink! Yellow! Bright things that shimmer under stage lights and matched my Pokemon. That’s what it’s important for contests, right??"

"A-ah! Oh... Troubling..." His smile faded and his hand fell to a level of excitement more appropriate to a man in his puzzled state. "I would love to organize everything on my own accord, but I really haven't the slightest idea what my scheduling will be like..." He tiled his head up from blatant stupor. "You wouldn't happen to know how I can get a line with the dean, do you?"

"Just a midnight stroll. The nighttime summer weather is much cooler here than it is in Hoenn. I couldn’t quite sleep I guess. Well, that and this would be the best time to bring Flygon out and let him stretch his wings. Too many people and things tend to get a bit crowded." The boy shrugged, leaning against the window, eyes still trailing around the sea of fabric. "That’s a very pretty cloth you have. What do you plan to make out of it?"

He didn't mean to keep having such melodramatic thoughts, but something always seemed to remind him of the past he was attempting to get away from. Unintentionally, Wallace sighed the thought from his head before turning entirely to Brendan and his Flygon, and motioning them to enter, if even through the window. "I'm really not sure, to be perfectly honest. I was kind of just organizing my materials... I hadn't realized how jumbled up everything had become. Hmm hmm. Maybe some sort of hat would be nice." He had no real intention of replacing his hat, but the smiling wit hit him when he saw Brendan's strange cap.

She was mumbling in her native language to herself as she went down the hall to the exit. She stopped as she saw the light in one of the classrooms on and the doorway open. Maybe she’s not the only one who was being a night owl that night. She peaked into the doorway to see what class it was. A small gasped escaped her at the sight of the fabrics around the room. Ideas for the costumes the dancers could wear came rushing to her head.

"Hmm?" Was all he could muster from his position, having unintentionally blocked his view of the hallway with oversized spools and propped up fabric.

"I didn’t think anyone would still be up at a time like this."

After a bit of figure searching, Wallace's eyes fell half-open onto Brendan. "I'm not unused to extended glares..." A cheeky grin adorned his lips for a brief moment, but faded as quickly as it appeared. His head turned to the materials draping his fingers, palms, and forearms. "Ahahah, yes, I suppose I got a little caught up in my work after I found this place. I wouldn't be able to guess the right hour if you gave me twelve tries." Exhaling a self-pitying breath, Wallace let his arms flop onto the desk, as if a hobby shop vomited onto it. "So, young man, what are you doing out so late?"

"I already love wearing clothes, costumes probably aren’t much different." Her eyes sparkled at the thought of her twirling around in a giant princess ball gown underneath a sky of stage lights. "Do you make them in your class too? The costumes, I mean. I-I know you don’t want to spoil the class but I really really want to know more about it!"

A small puffing sigh slipped through Wallace's lips. "Hmph. I'd certainly hope we'd be making them in my class... Accessories and addons, at the very least." His arms shuffled across his chest as he looked onto May with one eye half open. "What sort of clothing do you think you'd want to try to make, missy?"

by 不二くんほんとヤバイ