(p)retty sure this was a (M+)istake.

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  • i dint really know when its going to happen, but... ill try mybest... im so sorry again...)


    "Shut up," she grumbled, but quickly yelped as a loud crash was heard. She looked over to see her hand had turned into the sharp edge of the blade, and had accidentally cut throuh the clock -- and half of the desk underneath it.

  • (I told you already, don't sweat it.)


    Ryumaru's eyes widened as he saw that, gulping down any food in his mouth, even if partially unchewed pieces from his cereal, quietly walking over and putting his hands beneath the two sides of the desk before he told her. "H-Hana, can you... take your blade o-off the desk..? A-And then help me take everything off of it, please..."

  • "Uh... s-sure," Hanna stammered, slowly moving herself to sit up, so that it would be easier to pull her arm out. She put one hand against the desk and clenched her teeth, doing her best to get the blade out without having it launch forward once free. She finally managed to pull her arm completely off of the desk and quickly pulled it towards her chest.

  • Ryumaru took a deep breath, getting under the desk and holding it so it would for one not fall onto him, and for two not fall on its own and drop everything onto it. "A-Alright, er... It's fine, mistakes happen, I-I'll do a mission and pay for it or something, don't worry... J-Just help me take everything off of the desk..."

  • Ryumaru sighed and nodded at her, quietly taking his hands off the desk and letting the two pieces fall after he had crawled away, looking at them and rubbing the back of his neck. "Er... Don't worry, it was just a bad start."

  • "I-I don't even know how that happened," she whispered, looking at her hands. "I... i havent done something like that in a long time. Not since I started coming to this school..." The thought scared her slightly. Was she not as in control as she thought?

  • Ryumaru shook his head at her and quickly hugged her, taking a deep breath. "C-Come on, relax a bit..! It was just an accident, you got annoyed at my tease and the alarm clock together and that's all, that's why..! Don't blame it on yourself!"

  • Ryumaru smiled and nodded at her, sighing and then getting up before holding a hand out to her. "Come on, let's go. Y-You should have breakfast or... somethin'..."

  • Ryumaru shook his head at her and smiled, slowly taking her over to the table as he had set a plate with omelette that was slightly burnt and a sandwich next to it. "N-No, don't worry... Just sit down and..." He yawned, before finishing. "Uh... Eat. I was a bit out of ideas, sorry for the odd combo..."

  • Ryumaru looked down at her food as she ate before taking a deep breath and standing up, laughing and heading to the bathroom. "I'll go wash myself, er... I'll be right back."

  • It looked like it was just a normal toast, ham and melted cheese in between, as the bread felt slightly warm still. Ryumaru was in the bathroom in the meanwhile, throwing some water onto his face to wake up slightly more, taking a deep breath and looking at himself in the mirror.

  • "Hm... why is he acting so weird," Hana muttered softly to herself, taking another bite while musing silently. He seemed quite tired, and he was laughing for some reason...? It was definitely disconcerting, but she didn't feel anything herself, so it couldn't be the black blood, and he wasn't acting as weird as that anyway.

  • Ryumaru yawned once again, slapping both of his cheeks before walking out of the bathroom, quietly looking over and asking with a slightly worried expression. "It's... okay, right? The food. Or did I overdo it with the timing and.. all..? Is it good or not?!" He asked, having managed to say what he wanted, but having said it in a far more demanding tone than he meant to.