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Post by Utaku Hisui on Feb 19, 2018 16:56:30 GMT -5
Utaku Hisui had dreaded this class all day.
She expected basically no one to show up. Most of the other students were probably going to avoid it. She had hopes Mako would be there, at least. Until she saw the class schedule. That Yasuki girl might show up, which gave her some hope. One student was better than none at all.
She moves about the choir room, checking on things. She'll give it a little time before she gives up.
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Post by Gyushi Kogeki on Feb 19, 2018 16:58:47 GMT -5
In steps Kogeki, much less hung over by now and giving a bright smile to the teacher. "Utaku-Sensei!" he says with a bow as he makes his way to one of the seats. "You had rice right?"
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Feb 19, 2018 17:11:50 GMT -5
"Ah, Gyushi-san!" she beams, so pleased one student actually came. "I have, yes. And you?"
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Post by Yasuki Tsubasa on Feb 19, 2018 20:00:33 GMT -5
Tada! It's one Yasuki right one time. She steps into the classroom, waves happily at Kogeki and then pads over to Hisui.
"Sensei~ The instant I saw you were teaching a class I had to come join. Of course it's singing class so I would be here anyways! Also I brought you a gift. I hope I got the size right."
She rummages in her bag then, pulling out a t-shirt from her concert. The one with the pair of foxes chasing each others tails.
"It's leftover from my old group but it's a very nice shirt and now it's all yours"
She holds it up, almost shoving the foxes straight in Hisui's face.
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Feb 19, 2018 20:04:25 GMT -5
"Ah, Yasuki-san! Welco-"
And then there's the little foxes. Not fox women, she has to remind herself. Foxes. The animals. Cute, safe, non-magical animals. Not the kind that eat livers or wear illusions while going around school or leave at a moment's notice on a whim. Cute little animals. Safe. And a gift. Yes, a gift from a happy student. It would be rude not to accept.
"Thank you," she says as she tries to check if it's the right size without actually putting it on. "Yes, you have the size right, and it's a lovely shirt."
Okay, probably a little tight around the chest, but I can work with that.
A pause. "I'm sorry, did you say leftover from your old group?"
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Post by Yasuki Tsubasa on Feb 19, 2018 20:08:26 GMT -5
"Oh well, before I came here I used to tour overseas with my Idol Unit. Fox Hunt, hence the shirt theme. We sort of broke up... but the shirts are generic enough and neat enough that I can still use them as gifts for people I like."
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Feb 19, 2018 20:13:39 GMT -5
The explanation reminds her of her own chance for such a career, so long ago. Of course, she was the only one among them that wasn't a Crane, and that was just one of the many details of the idea that made her nervous. Still, she can't help but wonder if she ought to have tried.
"I see. I must admit, that doesn't surprise me at all," she says before chuckling. What comes next is more humor than self-deprecation. "It seems I have two professionals in what is supposed to be an introductory class. I almost feel like I'm not needed."
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Post by Yasuki Tsubasa on Feb 19, 2018 20:17:41 GMT -5
Tsubasa reached forward, taking one of Hisuis hands into her own to give it a light squeeze.
"I think you're needed Sensei. We're still immature and while some of us may be more skilled singing is just not about raw skill. It's a whole cornucopia of things that mesh together into one package. After hearing you sing for choir club I just know there's a lot of things you can teach me which is why I'm here."
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Feb 19, 2018 20:30:35 GMT -5
"Well, I'll try. I don't have any professional experience, but I know a thing or two," she says, smiling as she takes the hand. The little squeeze is a welcome comfort. "But thank you. You're very kind, Yasuki-san."
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Post by Agasha Mayumi on Feb 20, 2018 3:41:31 GMT -5
She walked into class. She could use some poinyers on her putch or maybe piano playing. She bowed to those present and smiled.
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