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Awful, Terrible, No-good Layabout
Naruko Tennomaru
“R-really?” Naruko did a double take when Ryuji mentioned that school let out early the whole week. She bit her tongue to refrain from cursing, and instead gave a soft sigh. She prided herself on being prepared for anything at all, and yet here she was, neglecting to simply check the school schedule for the week. Nevertheless, she could still recover from this. It wasn’t a grievous wound she suffered.
She cast a furtive glance at the blondie behind her, and reached up to touch the bundle behind her back. She looked unfamiliar. A new student perhaps? That only meant she didn't exactly know what Oniyuri hospitality was. Naruko didn’t either, when she first came to Oniyuri. Naruko, however, came prepared. This chick only looked prepared in the same way that a basted turkey did during that one holiday whose name she couldn't recall in America, all dressed up and ready to be devoured. There was also something in the girl’s eyes when they flitted to Ryuji. She didn’t like the look. She should make this clear to the chick, and at the same time, orientate her with the ways of Oniyuri. Her hand fell, however, when Tachibana approached the blondie, and she returned her attention to her senior.
“Silly senpai. I don’t need to get any bigger. Underestimation is an exploitable flaw.” She didn’t even seem a bit miffed that he would misunderstand her intents, purposefully or otherwise. In fact, if anything, she seemed entertained, or at least pleased enough that she got to talk to Ryuji a little bit more. “One of them’s for you. I made some for my brothers, but I just thought it’d be in poor taste if I didn’t make any for my senior. Weeeelllll,” she clasped her hands behind her back and leaned forwards in a standard coy pose, “since there aren’t any afternoon classes today we can still have it to go, right?” She gave a short giggle, straightened up, and handed Ryuji one of the bento boxes. She skipped backwards, the remaining bento box swinging dangerously inside the bag, and waved to Ryuji. “I’ll see you after school, senpai. I have something to deal with at the moment.”
She turned on her heels and waltzed on over to the blondie, who seemed to have already been abandoned by Tachibana. The latter always seemed so busy, so this was always highly possible. The blondie seemed to be quite confused, though. Tachibana probably left her alone after only giving her the slightest of directions. How irresponsible. A rather dark smile came over Naruko’s face, though it vanished as quickly as it had appeared. She clapped a hand on the blondie’s shoulder, and, using it as support, twirled around over to her front, where she stumbled for a bit. She recovered, and cleared her throat, then proceeded to bow low, her hands clasped in front of her. When she drew herself up to her full height, and still a couple of inches shorter than the girl in front of her, she had a light smile playing on her lips.
“A-ahaha, I don’t suppose apologies are in order? In which case, I’m very sorry for earlier.” She dipped her head and straightened up again, for the sixth time that morning. “You must be new here, and given by just how well you’ve grown,” she coughed here, making it clear that it wasn’t just height she was referring to, “you must be a second year. A transfer student, perhaps?” A good a guess as any. Who would transfer in on their final year anyway? “But ah, where are my manners? I am Naruko Tennomaru. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Naruko resisted the urge to bow again. While considered polite, it was becoming quite repetitive. She reminded herself that this sort of practice was going to become a regular thing if she ever made it up the ladder of Yamaguchi, and resolved herself to cross that bridge when it came. “It seems Tachibana-san left you at crossroads. Do you mind kindly if I took over for her instead?”
“R-really?” Naruko did a double take when Ryuji mentioned that school let out early the whole week. She bit her tongue to refrain from cursing, and instead gave a soft sigh. She prided herself on being prepared for anything at all, and yet here she was, neglecting to simply check the school schedule for the week. Nevertheless, she could still recover from this. It wasn’t a grievous wound she suffered.
She cast a furtive glance at the blondie behind her, and reached up to touch the bundle behind her back. She looked unfamiliar. A new student perhaps? That only meant she didn't exactly know what Oniyuri hospitality was. Naruko didn’t either, when she first came to Oniyuri. Naruko, however, came prepared. This chick only looked prepared in the same way that a basted turkey did during that one holiday whose name she couldn't recall in America, all dressed up and ready to be devoured. There was also something in the girl’s eyes when they flitted to Ryuji. She didn’t like the look. She should make this clear to the chick, and at the same time, orientate her with the ways of Oniyuri. Her hand fell, however, when Tachibana approached the blondie, and she returned her attention to her senior.
“Silly senpai. I don’t need to get any bigger. Underestimation is an exploitable flaw.” She didn’t even seem a bit miffed that he would misunderstand her intents, purposefully or otherwise. In fact, if anything, she seemed entertained, or at least pleased enough that she got to talk to Ryuji a little bit more. “One of them’s for you. I made some for my brothers, but I just thought it’d be in poor taste if I didn’t make any for my senior. Weeeelllll,” she clasped her hands behind her back and leaned forwards in a standard coy pose, “since there aren’t any afternoon classes today we can still have it to go, right?” She gave a short giggle, straightened up, and handed Ryuji one of the bento boxes. She skipped backwards, the remaining bento box swinging dangerously inside the bag, and waved to Ryuji. “I’ll see you after school, senpai. I have something to deal with at the moment.”
She turned on her heels and waltzed on over to the blondie, who seemed to have already been abandoned by Tachibana. The latter always seemed so busy, so this was always highly possible. The blondie seemed to be quite confused, though. Tachibana probably left her alone after only giving her the slightest of directions. How irresponsible. A rather dark smile came over Naruko’s face, though it vanished as quickly as it had appeared. She clapped a hand on the blondie’s shoulder, and, using it as support, twirled around over to her front, where she stumbled for a bit. She recovered, and cleared her throat, then proceeded to bow low, her hands clasped in front of her. When she drew herself up to her full height, and still a couple of inches shorter than the girl in front of her, she had a light smile playing on her lips.
“A-ahaha, I don’t suppose apologies are in order? In which case, I’m very sorry for earlier.” She dipped her head and straightened up again, for the sixth time that morning. “You must be new here, and given by just how well you’ve grown,” she coughed here, making it clear that it wasn’t just height she was referring to, “you must be a second year. A transfer student, perhaps?” A good a guess as any. Who would transfer in on their final year anyway? “But ah, where are my manners? I am Naruko Tennomaru. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Naruko resisted the urge to bow again. While considered polite, it was becoming quite repetitive. She reminded herself that this sort of practice was going to become a regular thing if she ever made it up the ladder of Yamaguchi, and resolved herself to cross that bridge when it came. “It seems Tachibana-san left you at crossroads. Do you mind kindly if I took over for her instead?”
