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Cherry Blossom Garden ~ Courtyard
Aino Momoko
Aino Momoko
Despite the slight bitterness Momoko felt over her spilled fruit, she wasn't going to be rude to Semine over it. It was her own fault for being startled so easily, but the pink haired girl was still unconvinced that Semine didn't need anything. Ninety percent of people that interacted with Momoko wanted something. Well, maybe not... As Semine disappeared into the tree above, Momoko glanced up and found her eyes wandering up skirt. She quickly glanced away and sat back down on the ground, cheeks flushing at her perverted actions. She didn't mean to look, but Semine was so confusing with her rambling and it disoriented her. Momoko would never do such a thing willingly!
Just when Momoko thought that Semine was finally out of her hair, Semine started again. She perked up when the white-haired girl revealed what it was that she wanted. Momoko hummed to herself, thinking about how to respond. If there was one thing that always interested Momoko, it would have to be music. That was probably the quickest way to get her to interact with someone, but few people actually shared her intense and passionate love for music.
Momoko smiled softly and stood up. "Sure," she answered, opening her violin case to reveal one of Momoko's favorite violins, a redwood Guarneri. "You'll lead." Momoko removed her violin, tuned it quickly and tightened her bow. She wasn't sure what Semine was going to sing, but being a composer and always having the sound of music in her mind, Momoko could create something in minutes. Now to see if Semine had any talent at all, or if this was all just a waste of time. It would be a shame if Momoko exposed her precious violin to the elements for no reason at all.
Somewhere in the Halls
Saito Midori
Saito Midori
A sigh of relief escaped Midori when she was out of the classroom. That place was way too crowded, and if she had to look at Kureha for any longer she was sure that they would have gotten into a magical girl fight. It was so stupid, but she was still feeling a little bad about calling the red-head hideous. She wasn't hideous at all, in fact, she was sort of pretty. Maybe this whole thing had gotten of hand?
While Midori was rationalizing with herself and counting the marble tile on the floor, she heard another voice coming from ahead. Midori glanced up, confusion on her face. She looked over her shoulder, assuming the other girl was talking to someone else, but there was no one else but them.
"Uh. Yeah, I guess so..." Midori said, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. "It's nothing new though." She smirked and shrugged. Thinking of what to say, Midori figured having company wasn't such a bad idea. "Hey, want to go for a walk out in the cherry blossom garden? I could use some fresh air."
While Midori was rationalizing with herself and counting the marble tile on the floor, she heard another voice coming from ahead. Midori glanced up, confusion on her face. She looked over her shoulder, assuming the other girl was talking to someone else, but there was no one else but them.
"Uh. Yeah, I guess so..." Midori said, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. "It's nothing new though." She smirked and shrugged. Thinking of what to say, Midori figured having company wasn't such a bad idea. "Hey, want to go for a walk out in the cherry blossom garden? I could use some fresh air."