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Post by Nerdy on Oct 22, 2011 15:45:20 GMT -5
The sound of foot steps echoed through the hall; all of the students were now one, and only a few of the staff remanded. A silver haired male sat in the printing room' waiting for the machine to stop. He need to make copies for tomorrows class. Kenta sighed, sitting stil; in his sit.
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Post by butterflywing on Oct 22, 2011 16:23:34 GMT -5
After a few minutes had passed, the door to the printing room opened and a deep yet subtle voice was heard. "Excuse me, but I'm here to pick up packets for Mr. Suzuki," he announced before a tall male with brown, wispy hair and sharp, light brown eyes walked through the door. He looked around and saw a familiar silver haired male sitting on a stool near the copier. He smirked, recognizing that it was his friend. He slowly crept up behind the other male and covered his eyes. "Guess whooooo?" he whispered near his ear.
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Post by Nerdy on Oct 22, 2011 16:44:53 GMT -5
"Its still printing.." the silver haired male replied with a sigh. "Hello Katsumi." Kenta removed the hands that covered his eyes. "Your the only person I know that does that.." he reached for his glasses, placing them on his face before he looked over to the brown haired male.
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Post by butterflywing on Oct 22, 2011 16:51:12 GMT -5
Katsumi lightly chuckled and let his hands fall from Kenta's eyes. "I try to surprise you and it always fails," he said and stuffed his hands into his pockets before he smirked and looked down into his friend's lavender eyes. "You could at least pretend to be surprised you know." He softly pouted.
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Post by Nerdy on Oct 22, 2011 17:06:51 GMT -5
"you'll just have to work harder I guess." Kenta stated, a small indifferent smile made a way to his lips. He stood and walked over to the copy machine, seeing that it stopped. "Here's Mr.Suzuki's work." He handed the other male a stack of papers. "I'll help bring them, its a lot"
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Post by butterflywing on Oct 22, 2011 17:19:51 GMT -5
"I suppose I will have to. Just wait. I will make you happy to see me," Katsumi said with a smirk and held out his hands for the paper that he knew Kenta was bound to give him. "Damn. Just what the hell is this? I didn't know the packets would be this huge. I am scared to know what it is." He looked down at the work as he it was placed in his hands and then up at Kenta. "But thanks, Kenta. I appreciate it."
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Post by Nerdy on Oct 22, 2011 17:25:52 GMT -5
"Its a packet for the weekend or something like that." he informed, as he walked passed Katsumi, figuring he would follow. " Nothing but a whole semster of English review." Kenta looked over his shoulder to the brown haired boy. "Its no problem, its my job after all.."
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Post by butterflywing on Oct 22, 2011 17:51:48 GMT -5
"Not another weekend review again," Katsumi said with a low sigh as he followed Kenta out of the printer room. "I wonder why he gives us this stuff if we already know it. I mean, why spend hours working on something that we should already have knowledge of?" He looked down at the stack of papers in his hands and sighed again. "You want to come over this weekend and get this thing over with so he doesn't get on our backs?"
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Post by Nerdy on Oct 22, 2011 18:19:39 GMT -5
Kenta sighed looking over at Katsumi, "I'm his assistant, but I don't know what goes through his head. But, I don't care.." His hair moved with every step, as he walked, his two guns in both halters that was strapped across his chest. Many people wondered about his guns, and many people that he was a crazy person for bringing weapons to a school. However, his guns were registered, and allowed on school grounds. ` The guns were indeed for protection, but not for a fight, he could easily defeat a person with his bare hand. These guns we're for vampires;yes he was a vampire hunter, and ironically, he was one too.
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Post by butterflywing on Oct 22, 2011 19:01:53 GMT -5
Katsumi just stared at the back of Kenta's head as the other walked ahead of him. Even though for as long as they knew each other, his friend was still a bit of a mystery to him. There were things he wanted to ask him that he was curious about, but he didn't want to put his head into business that he didn't belong in. He sighed. "Well, tell that teacher to give us some real homework. This review stuff is boring," he said as he shifted his eyes off to the side and out the windows that they walked by.
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Post by Nerdy on Oct 22, 2011 19:05:52 GMT -5
"I'll put that on my 'to do' list." he gave a soft chuckle, as he opened the door to Suzuki's class room to put the packets in his room. "He wants them in his room right?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
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Post by butterflywing on Oct 22, 2011 19:18:02 GMT -5
"Thanks," Katsumi said with a chuckle before he looked back towards Kenta and smiled. "That would be great. It would be nice to have a challenge." It took them a few minutes longer before they reached Suzuki's classroom. "Yeah. He said he wanted them on his desk and locked from the inside." He then walked over to the teacher's desk and placed the papers down on the desk. "So what are you up to after this?"
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Post by Nerdy on Oct 22, 2011 19:29:45 GMT -5
"Nothing, I'm hungry." he stated blandly, as he sat his stack down on the desk next to the other. He looked at the brown haired male before him. "I'm in the mood for homemade.."
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Post by butterflywing on Oct 22, 2011 19:42:06 GMT -5
Katsumi stretched his arms above his head and cracked his neck from side to side. "Hm. I'm pretty sure I can whip you up something if you're really that hungry," he said with a smile. "You are pretty skinny, Kenta. Have you been eating lately?" He then walked over and draped a friendly arm around Kenta's shoulders. "I worry about you sometimes, you know that? You are starting to looks bit pale."
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Post by Nerdy on Oct 22, 2011 19:50:28 GMT -5
A vein of anger popped on Kenta's head. "I'm the same as I've always been.." he growled, glaring daggers at the other. His glare usually man everyone in their direction run in terror. "I eat when I feel hungry.. as I usually do.."
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