Posts by The Misaru brothers

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    Naoto laughed slightly. The change in his friends position changing his picture a little. He switched his image so that it covered the shift. It was a well drawn, although he didn't like it. Which was normal for him.

    Naoto looked over before pulling a face. "You made yourself look like my brother." He joked, before looking back at his paper. He was still working on the picture, getting the shading right. The angles of the image were interesting, like the picture was taken from a corner, looking down at him from the back, his face being reflected in a window profile. He was having trouble getting the mirror image right, but over all thought the style was good.

    Naoto looked over at him and shook his head. "No it's fine it's just. . . me and my brother are here because our parents are in the middle of a divorce and . . . my mom and dad are wanting to take one of us a piece. Like I said, my mom likes perfect, and she doesn't think my dad was perfect." He said sadly.

    Naoto looked over at him surprised. "That is a really sad story. I can't believe it would take that much." He muttered pulling his legs up in his seat and putting his head on them. "I don't think I would be brave enough to do something like that, even though I really love Taro. . . this friend of yours how did they know the story?" He asked, looking up at Haku.



    OOC: *Claps* I am so proud!

    Naoto smiled back, before looking down at his drawing. "I wont tell anyone. Thanks for letting me tell Kaitaro though. I guess it is pretty obvious I don't do well keeping secrets from him, huh?" He asked looking up at Haku.



    ((It's okay, it happens. Although I missed you.))



    Kaitaro held out a pencil and pen, "Take your pick." He said before looking at the graphs on the board. "You know, I never liked geometry. To much drawing." He said shaking his head. "And to think I am suppose to be an artist."

    Naoto laughed slightly. "Well that seems fun." He said shaking his head. Before leaning back. "If they don't like keeping secrets I wonder why they were saying those things before." He said, more thinking to himself. He then shook his head. "Oh well, never mind. How much longer is class?"

    Naoto frowned. "I still never got my schedule. Taro has it, cause they gave him ours together." He said leaning back in his seat, before he leaned just a little too much and fell back. "Ah!" He said as he hit his head on the ground.

    Naoto took the hand, rubbing the back of his head. "Ow, yeah I am alright." He said before he looked around and flushed slightly. "My bad." He said, before looking back at Haku. "Sorry." He muttered automatically letting go of Haku's hand.

    Naoto looked down at the drawing he did, before he sighed sitting back down. He could hear others around the room, and there was still a slight flush in his ears. He hated it when people talked about him.

    Naoto noticed Haku's face was slightly red and went to the wrong conclusion. He put his hand against Haku's forehead. "Why is everyone around here getting sick? Do you think you need to go to the nurse?"

    Naoto sat back a bit. "alright, but if you keep getting red like that I really think you should see the nurse. You may have a fever." He then was thinking. "I hope I don't have gym next. I didn't bring extra clothes to change into."

    He then stood up. "Come with me back to my room so I can get a change. I don't know where the gym is and I will get lost otherwise." He said to Haku. Assured that would take care of the problems at hands.


    Kaitaro held out a pencil and pen, "Take your pick." He said before looking at the graphs on the board. "You know, I never liked geometry. To much drawing." He said shaking his head. "And to think I am suppose to be an artist."


    Naoto looked over at him before shaking his head. "I promises you are getting sick." He muttered before telling the teacher they were done, handing over the work and leaving. He was glad to leave the room, after all those mirrors were starting to freak him out.