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Elliot slumped onto the second floor window sill and sighed to himself, realizing once again that he was hopelessly lost. Had he noticed that he was holding the map of his new school upside-down,…
Curiously, Elliot looked up at the girl and nodded. “Yeah, I’m alright… well, kinda.” he mumbled, hanging his head in embarrassment. “Though I’m rather lost… would you happen to have time to show me around?” he said, his cheeks flushing pink and his ears flattening to his head. Normally Elliot was not one to be easily embarrassed, or bashful, for that matter, but making such an unbecoming first impression was turning him into a quivering pile of blushing and fidgeting— not to mention he looked like a fool in front of someone so good looking!
A Warning
I’ve only been attending PGA for a day or so, but just in case:
If you send me a threatening or extremely rude anonymous message, I’ll report you to the school administration. I don’t expect anything, but apparently somebody’s going a bit crazy with anon messages. I also will not be turning the anonymous option off.
So play nice, kiddies~
-Ely
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Elliot slumped onto the second floor window sill and sighed to himself, realizing once again that he was hopelessly lost. Had he noticed that he was holding the map of his new school upside-down, perhaps this entire…
Nausicaa was walking in the corridor, obviously out of boredom. She then noticed the strange pink Furret slumped against the windowsill. Not being in the mood for pranks, she seized the opportunity to make a new friend, and instinctively walked up to him, asking, “Hey, kid. Why so serious?”
Elliot tilted his head, a bit confused. He’d never been called serious before, so he took it as a personal challenge to change that notion as soon as he could. He stood up, did a little twirl, and bowed lightly toward the girl and said “I’m hardly a kid. Call me Elliot instead~”. Ely held out the map to her, still bowing, and mumbled “….where is Mr. Marcus’ history classroom? I’ve kinda been lost all day….”
Nausicaa took the map from him and peered at it. Having not taken History, she was not familiar with Mr. Marcus’ classroom-wherever it was, anyways. She then shrugged and said, “I dunno where the hell his classroom is…guess we could check the noticeboard?”
“The noticeboard,” he cried, smacking his forehead with his palm, “of course!” Elliot gathered his things and was about to run off, before stopping himself and hanging his head in embarrassment again. “….and where is the noticeboard?”
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Elliot slumped onto the second floor window sill and sighed to himself, realizing once again that he was hopelessly lost. Had he noticed that he was holding the map of his new school upside-down, perhaps this entire…
Nausicaa was walking in the corridor, obviously out of boredom. She then noticed the strange pink Furret slumped against the windowsill. Not being in the mood for pranks, she seized the opportunity to make a new friend, and instinctively walked up to him, asking, “Hey, kid. Why so serious?”
Elliot tilted his head, a bit confused. He’d never been called serious before, so he took it as a personal challenge to change that notion as soon as he could. He stood up, did a little twirl, and bowed lightly toward the girl and said “I’m hardly a kid. Call me Elliot instead~”. Ely held out the map to her, still bowing, and mumbled “….where is Mr. Marcus’ history classroom? I’ve kinda been lost all day….”
RP time!
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Elliot slumped onto the second floor window sill and sighed to himself, realizing once again that he was hopelessly lost. Had he noticed that he was holding the map of his new school upside-down, perhaps this entire situation could have been avoided, but unfortunately Elliot had never been the brightest of children. As he pondered the grandiose failure of the perfect first day he had imagined, he loosened his tie and stroked his tail. Hopefully, somebody would come to his savior soon enough…
