Post by Emmer Brighton on Jul 23, 2011 2:06:27 GMT -5
"That's just the yearlin's though. The older ones don' kick." Her eyes lit up when he suggested they pierce her lip. "And you would help me?" She asked eagerly. "I want one. I mean, I want to at least try it." She grinned wide, eyes squinting slightly. "Could we maybe...after school?" She blushed and played with a hole in the knee of her jeans. "If we wait much longer I might chicken out and I definitely don' wanna do that." She bit her bottom lip and shot him a hopeful smile. It wasn't like they'd be leaving Haven any time soon by the looks of things. Getting her lip pierced wouldn't hurt anything and she didnt have to mention it to her parents.
She wanted to ask if she could see the ones he'd done himself. Just to see if maybe they healed differently or something, but the way he'd spoken of them, they were in an odd place. "Which ones did you do yourself...?" she ventured, hoping she wasnt being to prying.
Post by Kouyou Ichiki on Jul 23, 2011 2:33:06 GMT -5
“Well sure I’ll help you. It’s not painful, just a little uncfomfurtabul. Nothing to be warly about.” He smiled but was blushing. He looked kind of sheepish and was rubbing the back of his neck. Looking down at his lap he said quietly “And the ones I did on my own were…um." he brought his voice beneneath a whisper." my nipples…” His blush had begun to creep up his ears and down his neck. But, uh, after school. Sure, we can do that.” He was smiling and looking at her again, but the blush was still there. “I’ve got to go ask the teacher if we get a syllabus or not, so I’ll be right back. But I’ve got a few safety pins, a lighter and jewelry in my room, so we can do it there if you’re comfortable with that? So you can just let me know when?”
Kou then got up and headed towards the teachers desk.
Post by Emmer Brighton on Jul 23, 2011 2:45:51 GMT -5
Emmer blushed softly. His nipples huh? Well that was...unexpectedly hot. "After school today? If that's ok with you. We can meet in front the boy's dorm buildin'...?" She leaned forward a bit and put her chin in her hand, watching Kouyou go up and speak to the teacher. She curled her fingers slightly and giggled, shivering with excitement. Maybe it was dumb to be so excited over a piercing, but she was. Plus she'd made a friend! Or she hoped he was a friend anyway. So far no one had made fun of her here, but then no one really had room to talk. They were all here because they were 'special,' because they were Dreamers.
She reached into her bag and pulled out her journal, flipping it open and beginning to write down the details of what she'd done in the Reverie the night before as Coatl. It helped her feel connected to her Chimera and made a constant reminder that everything she did in Reverie was very real with very real consequences on the other creatures there.
Post by Kouyou Ichiki on Jul 23, 2011 4:13:30 GMT -5
Kou came up to the teachers desk a little apprehensive. Not quite knowing what to expect from a teacher who has already proven outside of the normal for a first day. He looked back briefly to his table with Emmers to see her writing in a notebook of some kind. He was admittedly rather excited about helping her with her piercing. He turned back to the front of the classroom as he reached his teachers desk. The blush from moments ago still painted his cheeks a light pink.
"Excuse me, Mester. Musuko? You said if we have kuestions to come see you. I was wonderling if we will be getting a syllabus? Or an outline for our study for the semester?" He shifted slightly from one foot to the other.
Post by Paris Musuko on Jul 23, 2011 4:28:02 GMT -5
Paris dropped the book to his lap and glanced up with bright blue eyes that shone a little brighter from lack of sleep and that inviting smile on his lips. "Yes, but I intended to hand it out tomorrow; usually, I use the first day to get comfortable and get to know the students." He shook his head and let a small chuckle pass his lips, "Though, I started late this year."
He opened up a drawer to his left and shifted through it deftly with his slender fingers. Each digit slid past the paper as if it were an effortless move across water. He plucked a page out and glanced at it to affirm his choice before pulling it out, folding it a few times. It took a few moments and seemingly little effort in the practiced folding before he handed him a small origami flower. "It's traditional. I do it for each of my classes." He said, almost shyly as he handed it up. It seemed odd to fold it in front of the student as opposed to after class.
Post by Kouyou Ichiki on Jul 23, 2011 17:15:11 GMT -5
Kou watched as the teacher began to fold the piece of paper. He'd seen it done countless times in his home. His mother and her sister enjoyed the art of origami, and he even helped them one year to make a thousand paper cranes. Though if anyone would ask Kou would say he's terrible at it, it's an art form he can't seem to master. When Mr. Musuko finished and handed him the delicate flower he wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. It was small but very finely folded, and far better than Kou would ever achieve.
"How long have you been making these for? My mother loves to make origami but I never seemed to have picked up the arut of it. Mine usuarly come out deformed, but yours look like hers always do; neat and well executed."Kou turned the small piece over in his hands, inspecting it more. "Do you just make one for each class or for each of your students." He imagined it would be quiet the task for his teacher to make one for every student.
Post by Paris Musuko on Jul 23, 2011 22:19:23 GMT -5
Paris listened carefully--the boy obviously shared the same heritage that he did, although the more prominent accent implied that he had grown up in a more traditionally Japanese household and learned english as his secondary language rather than his primary. The appreciation that he had for the little piece of art was kinder than most, and more observant--though, perhaps that was because Paris folded it in front of him. When he spoke, though, Paris realized the origin of the fascination was slightly more deep than that--it was borne of personal experience and probable frustration at the craft, which made the teacher feel more like he was showing off and feeling a bit guilty for perhaps disregarding his pupil's feelings.
"To tell you a secret, since you were so open with me," He glanced at the origami piece in Kouyou's hand with a fond smile on his lips, "I was never very good at it, either. This type is just my favorite, so I kept practicing and practicing til I could get it right. That's where the tradition started." He placed a bookmark in the book he was holding open and set it on the desk, turning all his attention to Kouyou, "I'll actually be making all of the syllabus papers into this shape this afternoon after school. It's become really easy now, but when I started, it took me all week to prepare. It's only about 130 slips of paper, though, so now that I'm good at it, it only takes a short afternoon." Paris eyes seemed to flash as a thought ran through his head and translated to a slightly concerned expression on his face, "I didn't ask your name. What was it?"
Post by Kouyou Ichiki on Jul 23, 2011 22:39:02 GMT -5
Kou looked back between the flower and his teacher in surprise. "You mean you make 130 each semester? In just a few days? Wow. I helped my mother and aunt make a thousand cranes before, most of mine looked awful compared to theirs. And I only finished maybe 200 in the six weeks I helped. It always amazes me...to see people make them." Kou looked back down at the Flower in his palm. He gently picked it up and set it down on the teachers desk. Looking back up he was smiling. "It was a hobby of my mothers and I kind of miss watching her fold them. Un." he nodded his head slightly. "Thank you for letting me watch you fold that. I'll be looking forward to your class." Kou turned around and stated back to his seat.
Post by Paris Musuko on Jul 27, 2011 15:55:04 GMT -5
Paris smiled after the boy with a nod of gratitude as he returned to his seat. There was no doubt Paris had a fondness for kids who were polite and seemed a bit shy--it reminded him of how he was, and left Paris feeling a bit more or less pleased with the situation at hand. He made a mental note of Kouyou, and picked back up his book to read until the clock struck 8:45.
The rest of the class was dedicated to the simple get-to-know you games, introductions and conversations and group building. Paris introduced himself and wandered the class while it partook in social bonding and was careful to lay his foot down about violence and emotionally abusive behaviors. Every time he smiled it was a little less forced, although his eyes constantly seemed just a little more dull than they could be, as if he was thinking about something else a little bit more upsetting