11:04 Hey Gil, still on Day 4 of Heavens Feel ; -;
12:34 I think I'll make a post before I sleep
12:36
"Hey, are you ok-"
Arima was interrupted by a hand patting his shoulder. Turning around, he found a tall man, wearing a grey long coat with grey jeans. With slightly greying hair, he was quite a site to behold for Arima. Just like mashed potatoes. The man clumsily extended his hand. "You must be the new transfer. Ah...re ma.... Kosei? My name is Akio Mutou! I'm a teacher in Yamaku high, a highschool for disabled children." The teen cringed at the word disabled, surprised at the man's bluntness. It's not like you would care, you're just here for the money. "Ones in need of special treatment and care. Every day I take a train from a neighboring town then I make my way up a hill, where the school, my working place, is located. I've been a science teacher here for 6 years now." Walking through the hallways elicited a sighed from the student, grey hallways leading the way him to a room with a sign which read Class 3-3. Matou plopped Arima face first towards the class, quite enthusiastically. "Oh, do you want to introduce yourself to the class or should I?"
Facing the crowd of bored students, he scoffed. My world is monotone, just like a piano sheet. Black hair, white hair. Girl flipping her grey pen. Even the young lady from earlier, panting at her desk. Take away my eyesight, and there's nothing left of me. It didn't matter to him. Standing half-heartedly, he greeted them. "Hello. My name is Arima Kousei." Just an ugly resonance. "I havemonochromatic vision, if anyone wanted to know."
8:31 PM i need to post in my rps
"Hey, are you ok-"
Arima was interrupted by a hand patting his shoulder. Turning around, he found a tall man, wearing a grey long coat with grey jeans. With slightly greying hair, he was quite a site to behold for Arima. Just like mashed potatoes. The man clumsily extended his hand. "You must be the new transfer. Ah...re ma.... Kosei? My name is Akio Mutou! I'm a teacher in Yamaku high, a highschool for disabled children." The teen cringed at the word disabled, surprised at the man's bluntness. It's not like you would care, you're just here for the money. "Ones in need of special treatment and care. Every day I take a train from a neighboring town then I make my way up a hill, where the school, my working place, is located. I've been a science teacher here for 6 years now." Walking through the hallways elicited a sighed from the student, grey hallways leading the way him to a room with a sign which read Class 3-3. Matou plopped Arima face first towards the class, quite enthusiastically. "Oh, do you want to introduce yourself to the class or should I?"
Facing the crowd of bored students, he scoffed. My world is monotone, just like a piano sheet. Black hair, white hair. Girl flipping her grey pen. Even the young lady from earlier, panting at her desk. Take away my eyesight, and there's nothing left of me. It didn't matter to him. Standing half-heartedly, he greeted them. "Hello. My name is Arima Kousei." Just an ugly resonance. "I have monochromatic vision, if anyone wanted to know."