Jonathan, trailing behind the twins, most particularly Kauru, followed the group to the main room where all the guests of the night had gathered. Unsurprisingly, a majority of them were female. Surprisingly, a few guys had shown up as well. Huh, this school really did have everything... Anyway, he felt a bit of a sweat come to the palms of his hands. Something barely noticeable and easily covered up with him pocketing his hands. Ahead, Kauru caught this movement in the corner of his eyes. Barely turning his head, the soon to graduate teen spoke in a rather calm yet hushed tone, "After a while, you start to forget there's so many of them." He said it with a small smile, eyes looking back to the fawning crowd with a slight twinkle of happiness and mischief in his eyes.
So, this is what they came to every year for the past four years of their lives. All the happy, beaming, girls and young ladies, some genuinely nice and others just fascinated. It was such a positive air of recognition and automatic love that Jonathan found himself smiling in spite of himself. This was the purpose, right? To get smiles no matter what, and to give them just as much. Hm... Maybe this would be honest work, unlike his ideas of speed dating he'd had coursing through his brain a while ago.
First, Mori revealed his replacement, which had surprisingly been Haruka. Really? Jonathan thought, I could've sworn Takaki would've been the next 'tall and silent' type. Then again, did it really make much sense that, he, the 'honest street-type' [whatever that is], would end up having been chosen by Kauru, the 'sweet' twin? Well, at least he knew for sure who Honey had chosen, and he had a good inkling on who had picked Kaname.
Another name was called and then it was the Twins' turn to announce who they'd chosen. Hikaru was one step below Kauru, meaning he was to be announcing his prodigy after his brother, who was already raising an arm up in the direction of Jonathan. It felt kind of weird, being up in the spot light [there really was a spot light from up on the balconies, beaming down on all of them], center of attention. He wasn't sure if he'd ever get used to it. "Please welcome in, Jonathan Emmerson." It was said in a polite yet loud way, to reach over the already 'ooh'ing and 'aww'ing girls.
In silent reply, Jon removed the golden mask and tucked it into his pocket, grinning a bit at the wide open crowd and ruffling his already untidy brown hair. This would be interesting, really.
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Alright, so, she'd made it to the bus stop barely in time. The engine had just been roaring down the street when she arrived, bright lights making her temporarily lose her vision as it pulled next to her. Occasionally, she couldn't help but think of the evening bus as some blue and black beast, its four feet pulling it along as its bright eyes lit up the night, sideways mouth swallowing people whole as it attracted them with promises of getting through the darkness... That train of thought often ended with her remembering the tale of the gingerbread man and how the fox promised him that she'd give him a ride across a stream only to eat him half-way there.
For now, she was just going to have to be as ignorant as the gingerbread man and hope this giant beetle would get her home in time for dinner. Stepping up through the open doorway, Sydney walked up the slanting steps into the open aisle, paying the driver the toll and taking a seat in the far back. It was always empty in the back for some reason or another, only ever occupied by lonely folks or harried college students doing last minute work on their way to their apartments. Setting her things aside, the girl folded her arms and leaned against the window, eyes seeing only the passing lights of other cars as the bug-bus gave a rumbling lurch and began to crawl down its predestined path.
So, this is what they came to every year for the past four years of their lives. All the happy, beaming, girls and young ladies, some genuinely nice and others just fascinated. It was such a positive air of recognition and automatic love that Jonathan found himself smiling in spite of himself. This was the purpose, right? To get smiles no matter what, and to give them just as much. Hm... Maybe this would be honest work, unlike his ideas of speed dating he'd had coursing through his brain a while ago.
First, Mori revealed his replacement, which had surprisingly been Haruka. Really? Jonathan thought, I could've sworn Takaki would've been the next 'tall and silent' type. Then again, did it really make much sense that, he, the 'honest street-type' [whatever that is], would end up having been chosen by Kauru, the 'sweet' twin? Well, at least he knew for sure who Honey had chosen, and he had a good inkling on who had picked Kaname.
Another name was called and then it was the Twins' turn to announce who they'd chosen. Hikaru was one step below Kauru, meaning he was to be announcing his prodigy after his brother, who was already raising an arm up in the direction of Jonathan. It felt kind of weird, being up in the spot light [there really was a spot light from up on the balconies, beaming down on all of them], center of attention. He wasn't sure if he'd ever get used to it. "Please welcome in, Jonathan Emmerson." It was said in a polite yet loud way, to reach over the already 'ooh'ing and 'aww'ing girls.
In silent reply, Jon removed the golden mask and tucked it into his pocket, grinning a bit at the wide open crowd and ruffling his already untidy brown hair. This would be interesting, really.
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Alright, so, she'd made it to the bus stop barely in time. The engine had just been roaring down the street when she arrived, bright lights making her temporarily lose her vision as it pulled next to her. Occasionally, she couldn't help but think of the evening bus as some blue and black beast, its four feet pulling it along as its bright eyes lit up the night, sideways mouth swallowing people whole as it attracted them with promises of getting through the darkness... That train of thought often ended with her remembering the tale of the gingerbread man and how the fox promised him that she'd give him a ride across a stream only to eat him half-way there.
For now, she was just going to have to be as ignorant as the gingerbread man and hope this giant beetle would get her home in time for dinner. Stepping up through the open doorway, Sydney walked up the slanting steps into the open aisle, paying the driver the toll and taking a seat in the far back. It was always empty in the back for some reason or another, only ever occupied by lonely folks or harried college students doing last minute work on their way to their apartments. Setting her things aside, the girl folded her arms and leaned against the window, eyes seeing only the passing lights of other cars as the bug-bus gave a rumbling lurch and began to crawl down its predestined path.
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