Misaki Saito
Meister
Spear Technician
Tiny Japanese Girl
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Post by Misaki Saito on Nov 1, 2012 23:14:35 GMT -5
Dancing would hopefully do something to help Misaki calm down. Still, another blush rose tinted her face pink as she took Dion’s hand so he could lead her out onto the dance floor. On the upside her heart no longer felt like it was hammering against her ribcage. That at least made her feel somewhat more relaxed. The less nervous she was, the less likely that she would fuck something up. The tiny Japanese girl chased such scenarios from her mind and tried to focus on the music and dancing with her Weapon.
Of course she mildly started to wonder where exactly her other friends were. She knew Nat had to b somewhere with her date, although given the current situation she couldn’t say that running into her would be the best thing. Her sister from another mister would likely just laugh at her current predicament or worse, yell it from the balconies for the entire student body to hear. Yes, she definitely did not need that. Misaki also vaguely wondered where bang was, but tried not to let it worry her. Thinking about the hyperactive rainbow seemed to summon her, and she didn’t yet another repeat of the last dance. Making out with Bang once was one time too many in her opinion.
As if the universe were determined to keep her thoughts on her own lack of judgment, the music switched to what was possibly the slowest of al slow songs known to man. Misaki fought the urge to run up and slap the DJ. That wouldn’t solve anything and it wasn’t as though they’d planned this, although she was beginning to think the universe was conspiring against her. Trying not to listen to the words, the tiny Japanese girl focused on her moving her feet and not running into any of the other students whilst dancing with Dion. The less time she spent thinking about how her life seemed to be slowly devolving into that of a heroine straight out of a shoujo manga, the better.
On the bright side, if she and Dion were out of prank ideas this could potentially be her ticket home. This last dance would be more than enough for her and then they could both go home and she could proceed to hide in her room for most of the day when she wasn’t at school. Okay perhaps not something quite that extreme or Dion would be sure to notice. She couldn’t have him getting too suspicious after all. Misaki would hopefully get the hang of reigning in her feelings like she usually did in a day or so, otherwise she would be tip-toeing around for what could potentially be quite a while.
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Post by Dion Key on Dec 6, 2012 10:16:41 GMT -5
Getting past the assembled students wasn’t too difficult now that a few of them had already departed. Those that remained weren’t exactly filling the area. Dion did notice a few of them seemed to look a tad nervous and on guard, they must have been watching out to see if another explosion was going to take place. Dion was sad to disappoint them but setting off another fire cracker when people were still on guard was just asking to get caught. Plus there was the fact that he wasn’t sure if Misaki had anymore after the first time. Oh well they would just have to deal with not experiencing another sudden explosion at their feet.
Everything was going normally until the sudden shift in music. Dion wasn’t a fan but then again dancing with others wasn’t exactly his forte in the first place, much harder to flip or be upside down with a partner. Of course with the slow song starting to play it most likely meant that the dance was winding down and coming to an end soon. In that case it was a tad more tolerable and he should be able to just bare through the terrible music.
Continuing to dance with Misaki to the less than favorite music Dion was all but oblivious to his meister’s inner turmoil. He could tell slightly that something was odd but that was about as far as his deductive prowess went. Plus Misaki did say that she was fine so there wasn’t much else to do aside from ask her again and probably get the same answer. Not really wanting to do that Dion remained silent and figured whatever the issue was Misaki could take care of herself. If it was really something she needed help with she would probably tell him about it anyway.
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Misaki Saito
Meister
Spear Technician
Tiny Japanese Girl
Posts: 124
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Post by Misaki Saito on Dec 27, 2012 19:42:58 GMT -5
Misaki was inwardly cursing all slow songs meant for couple dances known to mankind. Amaterasu be her witness, her first order of business once the weekend hit would be to go out to thrift stores, purchase any and all slow lovey dovey songs she found , and then systematically smash them into tiny pieces. While she was hurling any and all curse words she could think of at the snail paced music, she did try to make sure not to step on her Weapon’s feet. More awkward situations were not something she needed at the moment and he tiny Japanese girl had only just managed to finally stop blushing.
She tried her best to just focus on dancing. Although the slowness of it only prolonged her torture and inner turmoil of making sure not to somehow let on what she was feeling, Misaki couldn’t deny that she was enjoying herself. She felt a bit like the creepy kouhai stalking her sempai in most school related shoujo mangas, but she tried not to think of it that way. It wasn’t like she had wanted to fall in love with Dion! This wasn’t something she’d planned, she’d just sort of stumbled ass-backwards into it and now she had no idea what to do. Her mental curses switched and targeted her heart. It really couldn’t have picked a poorer subject, honestly.
The tiny Japanese girl had been keeping her eyes everywhere but on her Weapon for the duration. Looking at her feet, the other students who frankly still seemed a tad worried to be dancing after the whole firecrackers incident, and also checking to make sure there were no rainbows around about to tackle them both to the ground and systematically make out with them. When she did finally glance up at Dion the blush instantly returned to her face. Quickly averting her eyes to the door, her heart stopped fluttering just as the song finally ended. She inwardly thanked whichever deity had been responsible for that before covering her face with her signature grin and stretching her arms over her head,
“Well that was fun, but dang do my feet hurt. These dress shoes are murder!”
It helped that he makeshift distraction of topic was actually true. Her feet really did ache a bit, but it was a small price to pay for looking drop dead gorgeous. Keeping the grin on her face and trying to look at Dion without blushing, she nodded towards the way out,
“Are you ready to get going, or is there something else you’d like to do?”
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Post by Dion Key on Dec 29, 2012 20:14:07 GMT -5
It was all a matter of waiting for this music to stop playing. Dion could tolerate it for the sake of the occasion but the slow music was really starting to get to him. Alas he didn’t have much choice in the matter since that was just how dances were. With any luck it wouldn’t be too much longer before a musical shift occurred and something more tolerable came on or the dance ended, he was really good with either. Misaki seemed to be observing the rest of the dance to see how they were handling the threat of another burst of explosions. That was a great idea! So Dion looked to scope out the crowd before his meister looked at him.
Due to timing he didn’t notice Misaki’s blush reaction as Dion was looking at the other groups of students around them. There was a slight hesitance among the crowd in case anything else were to happen, wonderful. Keeping the students on their toes was more than sufficient for the small pranks they pulled on them. A little paranoia was a great reaction to a prank of any worth. It at least looked like they had done a good job as far as pranking was concerned.
Luckily he was saved once the song ended. Misaki started talking as the music came to a stop and caught Dion’s attention. Her feet hurt? Totally understandable considering the formal attire required for the event. His own less fancy dress shoes weren’t exactly the most comfortable so he didn’t want to imagine what his partner had to deal with. Plus Dion was more than happy to get out of there before another possibly worse song came on to grate against his ears. Though at Misaki’s question he couldn’t just leave that unanswered.
Tapping a finger against his chin as if in thought he waited a moment before looking at his meister and smirking, ”Nope, I’m fine leaving now before anyone catches on about the firecrackers or the eyeballs. ” Not wanting to get discovered and get stuck with some kind of nasty detention like cleaning up after the Snow Ball Dion was more than ready to make their great escape. Taking Misaki's hand he walked with her through the crowd of students so they could safely make it into a more open area. Once out he let go of her hand and motioned to the door in a mockery of a bow with his hands pointed at the exit. ”After you.”
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Misaki Saito
Meister
Spear Technician
Tiny Japanese Girl
Posts: 124
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Post by Misaki Saito on Jan 6, 2013 18:06:17 GMT -5
Excellent! Now that Misaki was sure that her partner had nothing else planned in the way of mayhem or making her heart explode, her escape route was clear! Of course her plan of hiding in her room the moment they returned home would probably be chalked up to her being all tuckered out from dancing and tossing about firecrackers, or at least that’s what she hoped. Besides, if Dion did worry and check up on her, she could always burrow under her blankets and pretend to be asleep. Yes, yes, her plan was coming together now!
Of course Dion’s reasoning for leaving was a bit better than hers and also reminded Misaki of the fact that the two were not going to be free and clear of the possibility of detention until they actually left the building. Taking a suspicious glance around the room, Misaki nodded,
“Yeah, that probably is a good idea. Knowing the chaperones they’re probably pretty oblivious, but we shouldn’t take our chances.”
Detentions weren’t something Misaki wanted to deal with at the moment. Moreover, she wanted her heart to stop acting like it was going to turn to jelly at any moment. The tiny Japanese girl felt her Weapon take her hand and her entire brain short circuited. Was Dion doing this on purpose?! No, there was no way that was possible! He couldn’t know about her secret plight, she’d only just realized it herself. Was she that obvious? No of course not, she’d managed to tip toe around it so far. With her face as red as a tomato, Misaki let Dion lead her through the crowd, keeping a firm hold on his hand partly so they wouldn’t get separated and also partly because…well, she didn’t want him to let go.
Sadly Dion did let her go eventually. Trying to not blush as hard as she could and willing the butterflies in her stomach to sit the fuck down, Misaki did manage to snicker at Dion’s mock bow. The tiny Japanese girl returned the gesture with the best curtsy she could manage before skipping along towards the door, pausing only to make sure her Weapon was either following or better yet beside her before continuing on. Inconvenient whispers of the heart aside, the Snow Ball had been fantastic. A little mayhem plus some quality time with her Weapon. Misaki couldn’t think of a better way to have spent the evening if she tried.
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