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 Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 5:16 pm
As soon as the bell sounded Nashi slipped out of the locker room, checking a few times to make sure no one had seen her. As if she were just some kid going home, or visiting for that matter, she had changed out of her school uniform, instead donning a light purple shirt, white loose skirt, and an overly dramatic coat of shiny purple lipgloss. After waiting a little bit longer, just to be cautious, she slipped out the door and made her way to the front of the school, stepping a few feet off the campus so that no one would figure out she was skipping. It was a bit drastic, but hopefully he would at least show up, and even more hopefully, they wouldn't get caught.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 5:19 pm
Momo had slipped out of math after attendance had been taken. He stole out of a side door, not taking the same procation to change out of his uniform Momo had to be a bit more careful but eventually he managed to meet up with Nashi out front. "Well Nashi-san, you did make it" He bowed mockingly to her "where to?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 5:30 pm
She blushed crimson, looking down at her feet again. "I- Where ever you want to go I guess. I don't usually pick places." Woah, he must think she was simple minded to like studying her own feet so much. With that thought in mind, she looked up, showing a faint smile, "How about you pick?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 5:33 pm
Momo hid a smile, she was sorta cute when she blushed...a bit modest for his taste but you never know... but at least she was looking at him now instead of her feet. He favored her with a chrismatic smile "alright...pizza it is! I hope you didn't pack a lunch" he winked and put a gentle hand on her back to steer her forward.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 5:41 pm
She tensed up a bit when he touched her, then quickly relaxed, giving a cheerful nod, "Pizza sounds good, and I didn't, I usually just wait to eat until I get home." His smile was a bit reassuring in a strange way, so she kept her head up, though now she looked like she was daydreaming, gazing off into nowhere.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 5:45 pm
This girl was a bit strange Momo thought to himself as he let his hand drop. He shoved them into his pockets and racked his brain for a topic of conversation. This wasn't like him...
"so...you live just your dad?" she had said something about her father right?
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 5:53 pm
Nashi nodded, now he was talking about something she knew, "Yeah, my mom passed away when I was still a baby, I don't remember her much. He's really sweet, works really hard to keep me in private school." She frowned, then looked toward him, "What about you?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 5:56 pm
As Nashi relaxed so did Momo, "I live with both my parents..." he trailed off, it wouldn't do to say he had nothing to worry about financially- both his parents worked and made moderate income- even if it was true. He was spoiled, he knew that but it wouldn't do for others to know it! "I don't see them much though" he concluded truthfully
((*runs off to refresh herself on Momo's history stuff *sweat*))
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 6:03 pm
She nodded, trying to remember it all. "Yeah, I don't see my dad much either. It gets kind of lonely, you know?" Well, that was a little more truth than she told most people, to most of her friends she loved having the apartment to herself, they could throw parties there, whatever. But she hated it, never having anyone around.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 6:13 pm
Momo nodded and pushed the door of the local pizza place open "yeah, it does." he shrugged. His friends...and girlfriends had never minded if they had the house to themselves again but to him it was just his parents saying they didn't care.
"anyways," he sat down at a booth near the back of the restaurant "what do you want?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 6:18 pm
Not quite sure where she was supposed to sit, she just slipped in next to him, barely thinking the question over for a second. "Probably just a milkshake or something." She wasn't fat, she knew that, but pizza was fatty, and she'd have to be careful if she wanted to stay friends with girls like Kotomi and Mika, the second year queen bees and all out beauty queens. Alright, they weren't so much friends as.. Beacons, like everyone should be just like them or be rejected, and honestly, rejection wasn't something she wanted to face.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 6:21 pm
Momo blinked and looked at Nashi, "so you dont eat lunch at school...and you wont eat with me...?" he looked a bit confused, and worried "alright a large peperoni it is!" she was going to eat and if not he would force it down her throat.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 6:29 pm
With a submissive nod, she remained silent, not willing to speak out to the contrary. After a few minutes of her silence though, she figured out that they would have a miserable time if she simply refused to talk, so instead, she changed the subject. "Do you do any sports at school? You kind of look like a runner."
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 6:32 pm
Momo chuckled "you could say that. I do run a lot but i normal dont participate in school sports." He chuckled again "My guess is volleyball isn't your sport..." He leaned back against the plush seat and crossed his arms behind his head as he looked at Nashi.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 6:35 pm
Nashi blinked, not quite catching the meaning of what he said. The volleyball comment snapped her to attention. "No.." She touched the bruise forming on her cheek, "Not really.. I'm not good at any sports really." She admitted with a half-forced smile. He probably thought she was some quiet, uncoordinated, crazy nerd..
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