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Bloom Ch 3 Yukiki cracked open his eye-lids. He was lying on a couch in Hanana's house-- or at least he assumed it was her house. Placed on the table next to him was his hat. The place was decorated much to look like it was Spring time. His head was aching(yes, he gets headaches). From the room next door, there was a gentle humming. Leaving his hat on the table, Yukiki peered into the other room.
Hanana sat patiently, after getting the unconscious Yukiki inside with the help of Samama. She would have waited in the same room until he woke up, but the pink-haired girl didn't want to accidentally wake him up. So, she went to the kitchen, the cake was on the counter after being in the fridge. Cake always tasted better after sitting in the fridge for a while. But, after a while, Hanana began to get bored so she began to hum a little tune as she stared out the window.
Whether he should say so
Bloom Ch2 He had been walking around the base for some time now. It was starting to get dark outside. The sun would set early here, making it get dark faster, and colder. Yukiki didn't mind though. In fact, he much preferred the cold night over the warm sun. Though, what happened earlier still bothered him. It occurred to him that even he didn't know why he had gotten so angry over a bag of cookies. Trying not to bother about it might help. Something as trivial as that didn't need Yukiki wasting his time with it.
So lost in thought, Yukiki didn't really watch were he was going. His shoe hit hard on something and the next thing he knew he went tumbling down, his hat fell as well. Failing to use his arms, Yukiki took a face-plant to the ground. It was a good thing that stuff like this couldn't hurt him or else that would have really hurt. Removing his face from the hard floor, Yukiki sat up. He heard a voice from behind him and was surprised when he
Bloom Ch 1 Yukiki, at the time, wasn't doing anything of much importance. He was just sitting idly in a chair staring at the smoother surface of the wooden table, thinking to himself. Putata as well as Mekeke sat from across the table a couple seats down, away from Yukiki. Both were working together on a small project. Putata worked on some design for a puppet while Mekeke looked at the picture putting a finger on different areas of the design while giving tips on what sort of "tricks" that the puppeteer planned to add to the puppet. Yukiki barely paid any attention, only happening to pick up on bits and pieces of what the two were saying.
There was a knock on the door. Yukiki didn't do anything. Putata and Mekeke stopped what they were doing. It took a while before the snowman realized that they were both looking at him, wanting him to go open it. He made it obvious that he wasn't going to go open the door by giving them both a th
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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