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Post by ;; taito - shion on May 31, 2010 16:36:43 GMT -5
He only blinked and stared. This had been the most talking he had ever done at one time this past year. Sighing, he put his head on the keyboard, making a terrible-sounding noise, like when you slam your hands against a piano. Taito was not one for being social, nor will he ever be. It just wasn't for him. He was made for violence and destruction, not talking to people. Didn't fit, you know.
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Post by Cheryl Hyasha on May 31, 2010 17:05:07 GMT -5
Cheryl sighed, discomfort growing with every moment. She needed to get home, to Alex. She'd told him she'd be home early today... "I've gotta go. My brother's waiting at home." she said, gathering her books and things. "I... Guess I'll see you later." She smiled in a friendly way and stood.
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Post by ;; taito - shion on May 31, 2010 17:09:25 GMT -5
The yandere looked up and stared after her. He waved weakly before standing up himself and gathering his keyboard. Taito, as much as he wanted to go home, couldn't. He set the instrument down in a lone corner, and moved to walk out of the room, hands stuffed into his pocket. The yandere stared at the doorway before he ended up running out of it, towards the exit, the rain, and the park.
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