Probably a lot of people. You can't really guess by their appearances, so...
( some look old. some look young. regardless of how many years here you spent, it seems as if your looks simply don't change. convenient, and she'd be more into the idea if death wasn't looming around every corner, but anyway — )
... ah. ( the reminder of norton makes her pause, a little sullen. he disappeared into thin air one day — and though she doubts this school could beat him that easily, there's still a lingering worry of his soul being stuck somewhere around. maybe he went home? maybe he didn't... there's been so much happening she hardly even had the time to consider it.
maybe she didn't want to, really. thinking about it makes her heart ache.
the loud clatter of falling pots and breaking glass snaps her right out of it; she glances up, to look at the mess he's making, and sighs. well... this is what she gets for cooperating with this walking disaster... once again, rokkun's taste in friends.......... )
Good job, good job ~ ( she praises him like she would a dog, when he brings he mixers back, then shoos him away from the batter, just in case. quick to adapt, she figures out the mixer, plugs it in and adds some sugar and salt to the mix. she probably doesn't look like she'd be any good at these things, but... when your mom is passed out drunk most of the day and then at work at night, you kinda have to make do by yourself.
whipping out depression meals from three ingredients is her specialty? but cakes aren't that hard. )
... I think... he needs people to get through to him. He... ugh, he's so annoying, but he believes he has to be alone, or something. It pisses me off! ( she huffs, watching the batter roll around in the bowl. stupid rocchi... she thinks, like she wasn't the exact same before the other girls dragged her out of that darkness. ) You know, Koma-kyun, he really is convinced you guys grew up together. So if... if he ever has some dumb idea... tell him to reconsider, 'kay?
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( some look old. some look young. regardless of how many years here you spent, it seems as if your looks simply don't change. convenient, and she'd be more into the idea if death wasn't looming around every corner, but anyway — )
... ah. ( the reminder of norton makes her pause, a little sullen. he disappeared into thin air one day — and though she doubts this school could beat him that easily, there's still a lingering worry of his soul being stuck somewhere around. maybe he went home? maybe he didn't... there's been so much happening she hardly even had the time to consider it.
maybe she didn't want to, really. thinking about it makes her heart ache.
the loud clatter of falling pots and breaking glass snaps her right out of it; she glances up, to look at the mess he's making, and sighs. well... this is what she gets for cooperating with this walking disaster... once again, rokkun's taste in friends.......... )
Good job, good job ~ ( she praises him like she would a dog, when he brings he mixers back, then shoos him away from the batter, just in case. quick to adapt, she figures out the mixer, plugs it in and adds some sugar and salt to the mix. she probably doesn't look like she'd be any good at these things, but... when your mom is passed out drunk most of the day and then at work at night, you kinda have to make do by yourself.
whipping out depression meals from three ingredients is her specialty? but cakes aren't that hard. )
... I think... he needs people to get through to him. He... ugh, he's so annoying, but he believes he has to be alone, or something. It pisses me off! ( she huffs, watching the batter roll around in the bowl. stupid rocchi... she thinks, like she wasn't the exact same before the other girls dragged her out of that darkness. ) You know, Koma-kyun, he really is convinced you guys grew up together. So if... if he ever has some dumb idea... tell him to reconsider, 'kay?