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 Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 3:43 pm
"Mmm... I am a very interesting person. Though I wonder.. what was your first impression of me?" He asked with a look of wonder on his face.
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 12:57 pm
☆Angie-Luna★
[Make no sense.]
"My first impression of you?" she repeated, and then thought about what is was that she originally thought about Drake, "Oh the typical. Just another student with a way with the air-headed school girls. Of course, then I got to know you. And then I wonder, your first impression of me?" she smirked.
♪Girl's got a love like woe♫
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 3:36 pm
Saia walked in, her head down. She walked over to a chair and sat down.
"Eh...So when does class st-"
As she raised her head she glimpsed at the clock, noticing that class already ended.
" gonk gonk Damnit gonk gonk Uhh.... "
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 4:41 pm
☆Angie-Luna★
[Make no sense.]
She chuckled; and then decided she'd ask Drake what his first impression of her was later, "Hey there, kid." the girl, not much older than Saia, smiled.
♪Girl's got a love like woe♫
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 4:46 pm
Drake smiled to himself. "My first impression of you.... hmmm" He sat there thinking to himself. "That is a difficult question. I have learned to never judge someone... past experiences..." He laughs to himself. "But I think I thought you were going to be a kind woman.. maybe a little odd.. seeing as you are an art teacher"
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 4:50 pm
Mikhail Bell rushed into the Art classroom, nearly tripping over himself in an effort not to be late. As he crossed the threshold into the colorful room, his shoulderbag slipped from its position and dropped to the floor, spilling its contents everywhere. Cheeks rosy and eyes downcast, he knelt to begin collecting his things, not daring to look up and discover who might have been watching his little fiasco.
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 11:23 am
☆Angie-Luna★
[Just cause I'm heartless doesn't mean that I'm mean.]
She smiled at Drake's words, it was good to meet someone who wasn't bent up and close-minded.
Before Mikhail had the chance to look up, Angie, generally very quick, was by his side, helping him put his belongings back into his bag, "You're a little late for class, but that's okay." she laughed quietly and then smiled.
Her smile was bright and sweet, so that when Mikhail looked up to see it, he must have been comforted, at least just a little bit.
♪She loves to laugh, she loves to sing, she loves everything♫
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 3:22 pm
Drake leans back in his chair and sees Mikhail dropping his things. Drake grimances in sympathy for the new face. He frowns and hands Mikhail a pen that was rolling away from his bag.
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 3:37 pm
Mikhail's embarassment deepened as one of his fellow students handed him one of his many pens. "Thank you," he muttered, not quite sure where he should look and thus settling for the boy's feet. He jumped and had to restrain himself from scrambling backwards when a pretty lady who could only be the teacher moved to help him. "Oh, I-- I'm-- I'm terribly sorry," he stuttered out hastily. "I-- I just g-got lost on the way to the room... first day here and-- and all, you know." The weather god gave a weak, shaky smile in return to Angie's brilliant grin. His supplies returned to their container, Mikhail stood and brushed off microscopic dust particles from his denims. "W-- uh, where would you like me to sit?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 7:07 pm
Drake smiles at him. "You can sit here." He pushed forward a chair at the desk next to him with his foot. Drake laughs silently to himself.
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 7:16 pm
Though he of course didn't notice, the temperature in the art room had began to plummet, reflecting Mikhail's embarassment; however, at Drake's offer, it almost immediately returned to normal. The Ale looked to Angie for approval, and when it was given, hesitantly stepped around the chairs and towards the proffered seat. "Thanks," he murmured. Then, in a just-barely-louder tone, he added, "I, um, I'm sorry for, y'know, holding the class up..." Satisfied that Angie was no longer going to refrain from teaching on his account, Mikhail untensed ever-so-slightly and fidgeted in the chair.
After several moments, the blonde turned to face Drake. "So, um. Who-- I mean, uh, what's your name?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 7:22 pm
"My name is Drake" He said with a smirk. "And... what would yours be?" Drake looked the new person over. He moved in his chair getting more comfortable. 
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 7:36 pm
Mikhail inhaled deeply, though he really didn't need to. "My, um-- well, I don't have a given name, you see, but... I'm called Mikhail. Mikhail Bell." He lifted his right arm, flinched back for a moment, but then extended it forward, obviously offering a handshake. "Pleasure to, um, meet you."
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 7:42 pm
Drake looks at the hand for a few moments before finally reaching out his hand. He carefully shakes Mikhail's hand. "mm.. yes it is nice to meet you.." Drake quickly pulls his hand back and rests it awkwardly on his desk.
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 7:47 pm
Mikhail bit his tongue in frustration; it was obvious the other boy was as uncomfortable with the handshake as he was. He shook his head, casting his gaze downwards once more. "I-- I'm sorry." He shouldn't have pushed it. Without his knowledge or consent, a slight grey mist began to roll along the ceiling panels above Mikhail's head.
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