[Territory has its own lure in these mad, beginning days of their collective bumbling around in strange halls with strange people and stranger paperwork, to be sure. However, the window row generally isn't the most popular row for a reason: turn your head just a little and you'll find your nose in the flowers -- the really dubious ones made of handprints, that is. The ones that no one is quite sure yet aren't made of blood.
The dark-haired student in the middle of 2-A's window row, though, spends most of any class he's actually attending staring blankly into the hands, seemingly undisturbed by their implications. They're dry -- he's checked -- and haven't tried to spontaneously crawl out of the window or do anything else to disturb his daydreaming yet. Good enough.
As for the few, boredom-inspired random dials he'd made over the past couple of days, well... He hasn't really thought about them too hard. In fact, he's mostly forgotten about any promised meetings or introductions or anything of the sort -- not because he's a social butterfly (he's not) nor because he's too busy with classes (he's really not), but because most of this still seems like a daydream to him on the whole.
[It's a short time after homeroom, just when cleanup is about to start.
Saitou approaches the person in the seat in question. Somehow his appearance suggested he was the type who would give lazy answers, but he'll leave his assumptions unattended to until proven.]
At the very least, he tilts his head over to look at whoever's talking to him; someone from the class, he has a vague impression, with a rather stiff way of speaking and holding himself. If this were any other time or place, he'd think he were about to be told off or something.]
I received a text from you, and we had talked earlier. I am Saitou Hajime.
[Perhaps this might sound clearer to him. He's somewhat mentally prepared to deal with Ryou, as he doesn't speak much nor is he the kind for extended social interaction either.]
To be fair, it's not a matter of life and death or anything -- as Saitou may have guessed, Ryou isn't interested enough in anyone here for the moment to invest too much time and effort in remembering names, faces, or conversations. Certainly, he's had some interesting ones so far, though.
And at least he's still not being told off.
So he nods vaguely at the familiar school-issue flip phone sitting quietly on his desk.]
[Not a very pleasant person, judging by his demeanor. Though not unpleasant to the point where he would flaunt his flaws, somehow his temperament seemed a lot more lazy, almost like a cat.]
This is his pleasant face, as a matter of fact, and while the resemblance to a cat is more than a little incidental... Let's just say his owner is nowhere near as accommodating as your average cat lady.]
Purpose...? [He was bored. Please feel free to glean this from the blank look the question gets as well as the long stretch he then does after being bent over the too-confining desk for too long.] ... Was there more than one of you?
[They're all insane, it's not just the students. Comes with the apron -- or the bandanna, in his case.]
Sure... What did you want?
[You were the one who wanted to meet in person, he vaguely recalls this now. It doesn't count as stranger danger if it's a pretend classmate on a mysterious cell phone given to you by a mysterious school, right? Not that it would matter to him either way... Maybe it's a reverse prank call after all?!]
FROM: Strange Number
Date: 2015-06-13 05:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-06-13 07:13 pm (UTC)Who are you?
no subject
Date: 2015-06-13 07:20 pm (UTC)but im not a native
no subject
Date: 2015-06-14 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-06-14 05:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-06-15 05:22 pm (UTC)Who are you exactly? Your name does not tell me much.
no subject
Date: 2015-06-15 05:32 pm (UTC)[Seriously what do you even mean specific, do you know how insane this place is....]
no subject
Date: 2015-06-15 05:52 pm (UTC)So you were the one who made the food?
no subject
Date: 2015-06-15 05:59 pm (UTC)NO
no subject
Date: 2015-06-16 02:55 pm (UTC)Then who are you? A student?
no subject
Date: 2015-06-16 04:14 pm (UTC)no
just someone with a phone
no subject
Date: 2015-06-16 06:37 pm (UTC)Let's see if some rephrasing works.]
Did you find yourself here all of a sudden as well?
no subject
Date: 2015-06-16 06:46 pm (UTC)i woke up in class
they dont speak japanese
no subject
Date: 2015-06-17 06:14 pm (UTC)I see. You're not alone, there are many who are in the same boat. Myself included.
If you prefer, we can talk face to face. Where did you find yourself at first?
no subject
Date: 2015-06-17 06:22 pm (UTC)half the class i think
[Next message takes like 10 minutes because he had to look for his letter.....]
2a
no subject
Date: 2015-06-19 07:22 am (UTC)I'm grouped under 2A as well. How do I identify you?
no subject
Date: 2015-06-19 01:53 pm (UTC)[The desk that is apparently his, that is. Whether out of habit or laziness, he still sits at the same desk he started off at. Doesn't everyone?]
no subject
Date: 2015-06-19 07:54 pm (UTC)[One's desk is the only territory they could so rightly claim in the chaos that is a classroom.]
[SUDDENLY action]
Date: 2015-06-21 01:57 pm (UTC)The dark-haired student in the middle of 2-A's window row, though, spends most of any class he's actually attending staring blankly into the hands, seemingly undisturbed by their implications. They're dry -- he's checked -- and haven't tried to spontaneously crawl out of the window or do anything else to disturb his daydreaming yet. Good enough.
As for the few, boredom-inspired random dials he'd made over the past couple of days, well... He hasn't really thought about them too hard. In fact, he's mostly forgotten about any promised meetings or introductions or anything of the sort -- not because he's a social butterfly (he's not) nor because he's too busy with classes (he's really not), but because most of this still seems like a daydream to him on the whole.
That, and he's just forgetful.]
no subject
Date: 2015-06-23 04:43 pm (UTC)Saitou approaches the person in the seat in question. Somehow his appearance suggested he was the type who would give lazy answers, but he'll leave his assumptions unattended to until proven.]
You are Ryou, are you?
no subject
Date: 2015-06-24 06:38 pm (UTC)[He's the type to give lazy answers.
At the very least, he tilts his head over to look at whoever's talking to him; someone from the class, he has a vague impression, with a rather stiff way of speaking and holding himself. If this were any other time or place, he'd think he were about to be told off or something.]
Who wants to know?
no subject
Date: 2015-06-29 05:37 pm (UTC)[Perhaps this might sound clearer to him. He's somewhat mentally prepared to deal with Ryou, as he doesn't speak much nor is he the kind for extended social interaction either.]
no subject
Date: 2015-06-29 05:55 pm (UTC)[Translation: Who the hell are you again, v2.0.
To be fair, it's not a matter of life and death or anything -- as Saitou may have guessed, Ryou isn't interested enough in anyone here for the moment to invest too much time and effort in remembering names, faces, or conversations. Certainly, he's had some interesting ones so far, though.
And at least he's still not being told off.
So he nods vaguely at the familiar school-issue flip phone sitting quietly on his desk.]
It never stops buzzing, so I silenced it.
no subject
Date: 2015-06-30 06:12 pm (UTC)What was your purpose of trying to contact us?
no subject
Date: 2015-06-30 06:24 pm (UTC)This is his pleasant face, as a matter of fact, and while the resemblance to a cat is more than a little incidental... Let's just say his owner is nowhere near as accommodating as your average cat lady.]
Purpose...? [He was bored. Please feel free to glean this from the blank look the question gets as well as the long stretch he then does after being bent over the too-confining desk for too long.] ... Was there more than one of you?
no subject
Date: 2015-07-03 06:56 pm (UTC)He's going to be a handful.]
No.
Why did you contact me?
no subject
Date: 2015-07-03 08:27 pm (UTC)Ryou blinks at Saitou for a moment longer, then picks up the phone still sitting on his desk and taps its silent shell with one finger.]
There were numbers, so I tried them.
[What else would you do with them?]
no subject
Date: 2015-07-06 07:28 pm (UTC)And by coincidence, you have contacted me.
[Is this a reverse prank call?]
no subject
Date: 2015-07-08 06:45 pm (UTC)Sure... What did you want?
[You were the one who wanted to meet in person, he vaguely recalls this now. It doesn't count as stranger danger if it's a pretend classmate on a mysterious cell phone given to you by a mysterious school, right? Not that it would matter to him either way... Maybe it's a reverse prank call after all?!]