- Invitation Status
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Genres
- Sci-Fi, Anime, Magical, Action, Etc
"Hai hai, you're coming then." Rentaro added to what Makoto said. It seemed like he'd be joining him to fetch the drinks. He did not care much about it, however, it got him out of his unique predicament. On his way out he bumped into another student, and could immediately see that she a foreigner. Perhaps an exchange student, or so he assumed.
Rentaro did not get the short end of the stick here. He was fine, but the girl fell on her butt, though Makoto quickly helped her up. At this very moment, he had a genuine expression plastered on his face. Somewhat curious, yet all good. "It's fine." He gave a response to her apology.
They left for the vending machines down at the cafeteria, and more than just Makoto wanted a drink. Natsu, Yoshiko and a few others wanted one. Looking over at Makoto as he kept on talking, using a certain honorific in regards of the man himself, he interrupted the guy. "You can just call me Rentaro. Besides, I'm no older than you. So drop the san please. Hearing you say that over and over again is creepy."
It was mostly because if he kept on saying that, he'd have to say something similar in return. Why the honorifics anyway?
Time passed and whether they had an awkward conversation or not on their way back from fetching the drinks from the vending machines, would perhaps be revealed later. Back in the club room, their club advisor was present. Iwata-sensei, and mostly all of the members of the club.
Things were working out normally in the club. Rentaro placed the drinks he held on the table. His eyes veered over to their sensei who was suddenly acting weird. His emerald eyes narrowed down before the woman standing infront of them all, suddenly had a switch of personality.
The woman spoke and rambled. Talking about a few odd things. Was it perhaps a 12-year old syndrome? Was she acting out a role? It did not take long before she talked about some sort of a game, before Ruri did something which probably surprised everyone in the room, even Rentaro. His hands were still pocketed and there was not a single word that escaped his lips. There was nothing for him to say if the woman, Iwata-sensei was speaking the truth.
Rentaro just had a simple expression plastered on his face, though his mind was extremely curious. 'Is it an act? A play for a future festival?' He looked over at the others and obviously, Makoto was pissed. Which pretty much answered his question. Ruri was hurting as well, being pinned down like that.
"I'm just gonna go ahead and ask whats on everyones mind here. What game are we playing, sensei?"
Rentaro did not get the short end of the stick here. He was fine, but the girl fell on her butt, though Makoto quickly helped her up. At this very moment, he had a genuine expression plastered on his face. Somewhat curious, yet all good. "It's fine." He gave a response to her apology.
They left for the vending machines down at the cafeteria, and more than just Makoto wanted a drink. Natsu, Yoshiko and a few others wanted one. Looking over at Makoto as he kept on talking, using a certain honorific in regards of the man himself, he interrupted the guy. "You can just call me Rentaro. Besides, I'm no older than you. So drop the san please. Hearing you say that over and over again is creepy."
It was mostly because if he kept on saying that, he'd have to say something similar in return. Why the honorifics anyway?
Time passed and whether they had an awkward conversation or not on their way back from fetching the drinks from the vending machines, would perhaps be revealed later. Back in the club room, their club advisor was present. Iwata-sensei, and mostly all of the members of the club.
Things were working out normally in the club. Rentaro placed the drinks he held on the table. His eyes veered over to their sensei who was suddenly acting weird. His emerald eyes narrowed down before the woman standing infront of them all, suddenly had a switch of personality.
The woman spoke and rambled. Talking about a few odd things. Was it perhaps a 12-year old syndrome? Was she acting out a role? It did not take long before she talked about some sort of a game, before Ruri did something which probably surprised everyone in the room, even Rentaro. His hands were still pocketed and there was not a single word that escaped his lips. There was nothing for him to say if the woman, Iwata-sensei was speaking the truth.
Rentaro just had a simple expression plastered on his face, though his mind was extremely curious. 'Is it an act? A play for a future festival?' He looked over at the others and obviously, Makoto was pissed. Which pretty much answered his question. Ruri was hurting as well, being pinned down like that.
"I'm just gonna go ahead and ask whats on everyones mind here. What game are we playing, sensei?"