*sigh* Wrong Room[UEN]

[ryuzakiryuga]

Ryuzaki was tired. He had stayed up all night, working on his game or being in class. What a day it had been. His eyes were barely opened, and he just saw the first door on the left. He opened the door and walked to the couch, flopping on it with little regard. Well, he thought it was a couch. It was soft like his couch at the orphanage. He just sighed, trying to sleep without doing anything else. He just wanted to sleep. Wait, why was Takehiro not trying to wake him with his inane shatter?
Guess he's out with some other first years. No big deal.
Wait, this was a bed. Takehiro must've moved it before he left, knowing how tired Ryuzaki would be when he returned from his marathon creation and gaming sessions. It was probably best just to keep it there as the ambiguous sleeping bed.
Heh, Ambiguous Sleeping Chair... I'll call it Bundy. Why? no idea I'm pretty tired. He felt the floor, which his still-laying feet were resting.
Hardwood? did we get hardwood in our dorm? Oh yeah, we never decided and the default was hardwood.
He wondered why he was not falling out already. That was very uncharacteristic of him as the sleeper of the family.

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[atrb=style, padding: 5px; background: #FFFFFF; border: 2px dashed #308014; -webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 8px; opacity: 0.6]Yesterday had been busy; much too busy for her tastes. Uen had a run-in with this odd girl when she was at work at Down The Rabbit Hole. The girl seemed so... robotic, kind of. Somehow they'd become friends, though. That was good, she guessed. She didn't plan on getting super close to Texia, though; they were very different people, and it would get rather annoying to Uen, really, if they tried to be best friends. A half friend was... kind of better than no friends. Right? Well, she had plenty of friends, and last night's party with a couple of her buddies, including sweet MJ, had proved this. She didn't really need the stuck-up First Year to be happy. She was just a side-deal. Anyways, she'd come home late. It had probably been close to two or three in the morning when she'd come back, and now she was sleeping like a baby on top of the sheets of her bed. Uen was dressed in a white tank-top, a pale blue bra underneath it, with Spongebob Squarepants boxers serving as her pajamas. She lay facing the wall, back facing the front door, as the dazed and drowsy boy wandered by accident into her dorm which had, unfortunately, been unlocked in her haste to get into bed as she'd been coming down off of last night's high. She'd just walked in, shut the door, changed, and crawled up onto the soft mattress to pass out. The time was about five in the morning when the boy wandered in, completely oblivious to the things around him that were nothing like him. He was obviously as tired as she was if he didn't smell the very feminine vanilla scent of the room or hear the soft whirring of the filter in the fish tank or, when he hopped onto the bed, feel a warm body right next to him. And unfortunately, Uen wasn't all that aware of her surroundings, either - she was out like a light, only not so much that she didn't even feel him crawl up into bed with her. Oh no, she'd gotten very used to that feeling in her first and second years at Kingdom University. And, unfortunately, that gave her a sort of instinct that she followed. She rolled over, now facing the boy who'd accidentally wandered into her room and, by his own tired instinct, flopped down onto her bed. Uen's body moved by it own accord, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face against him and letting out a quiet sigh. She was comfortable like this. A thought flickered through her head, but she, being too tired to grasp it, didn't connect the dots - who the hell was it that just crawled into bed with her?

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Tagged: Ryuzaki
Wordcount: 469
Notes: Let the awkward begin! XD
Credit: JADE of FD & KU

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[ryuzakiryuga]

Ryuzaki was just about to go to sleep when he felt someone grab him.
Crap. That is NOT Takehiro.
His eyes shot open to find a blonde grabbing him. Quickly, he scanned the room. This was not the empty room he and Takehiro had moved into. Then, he began thinking a bit more about his situation. Someone was touching him. His face growing cherry red, he flipped out of bed and landed with a thud on the hardwood floor.
Ow, my head, my back, my personal embarrassment...
He tried to quickly sneak out of the room without waking the girl up. He began quickly crawling while watching to make sure the girl had not awoken. Unfortunately, he did not see the fish tank. He smacked the side of the tank with his face, partially knocking him out. He fell on the floor in a daze.
Well, you know... A stranger's floor in the middle in the night is not a bad place to sleep...
Should he- should he apologize? No, she seemed to be happily sleeping, but would it not be rude to not apaologize? Perhaps, he should leave a note. He stood up slowly, as to not wake the strange blonde up. He began scanning the room for pencil and paper, partially freaking out a bit. He was awake and not happy about it.
Oh crap oh crap oh crap, what if she wakes up? Will I have to talk to her? Man, why couldn't Takehiro waited for me for a few seconds. I would not be in this mess if he could have led my tired butt to the door.
At least, he was nice enough to have taken his computer to the room. He hoped. His eyes fell upon a shelf in the room.
Oh, thank goodness.
He shuffled over to the shelf and began reaching into the shelf. He heard something click then shift, leading to a new place to look for paper. He reached in and felt a plastic bag.
Uh, what's this?
He pulled out the bag and saw some leafy stuff.
Wait, what is this?
He opened the bag and smelled the contents. It smelled terrible.
Ewgh, what IS this? I should keep it for investigation.
Putting it in his back pocket, he began searching for a piece of paper, for he had a pen in his left front pocket. He finally found a notebook that was at least partially empty. He began scribbling his frenzied apology on it. Unfortunately, he has the worst luck in existence. He tripped over his untied shoelace and fell face first. He let out a loud groan. Realizing what he had just done, he knew that he had woken her up.
This is why Takehiro does the social interaction...

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[atrb=style, padding: 5px; background: #FFFFFF; border: 2px dashed #308014; -webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 8px; opacity: 0.6]Just as quickly as the other warm body had come, it had gone again, leaving Uen sprawled out over her bed. She yawned, though still not entirely aware, and hugged the pillow that had been beneath the intruder instead. She was unaware of the happenings as the kid rolled out of her bed; even the thump wasn't entirely noticed by her. He crawled across the floor, almost scared for his life, it seemed, and smacked into the fish tank. A resonating thunk followed and for a second the water sloshed around, but then it settled. That movement, however, brought Uen slightly into wakefulness. She muttered, still drowsy, "Sh'tup, you friggin'... God damn fish..." She buried her face into her pillow and let out a loud, annoyed groan, and then she sunk back into sleep again. The boy wandered about her room, frantic, searching for something, but Uen didn't know what, and she didn't care - or she wouldn't have cared when she woke up, except that the moron took her pot. He'd found the secret compartment in the shelf and the oblivious idiot had, apparently, decided to jack it. It was sort of ironic how he was afraid of being rude for intruding, so he wanted to leave a note, but at the same time he was stealing her marijuana just because he was curious about what the contents of the bag were. I mean, why couldn't the kid have been curious about what boobs looked like and just peeked under her shirt instead? To be honest, that would've gotten him in a hell of a lot less trouble - still probably would've gotten shoved on his ass, though. Fortunately for her, and unfortunately for him, fate didn't favor him; fate apparently wanted him to get his scrawny First Year ass beat across a dorm room by a very peeved-off pot-smoking Third Year girl. One untied shoelace later and the man fell hard on his face. The thud alone brought Uen right to life, and the deep groan that followed made her roll to her hands and knees. She looked at the ground where he lay, and then she yelled out furiously, "Creep, what the fuck are you doing in here?!" She hopped off the bed and sat on her knees on top of him, her knees digging into his back, her palms pinning his shoulders. As she held him down, she looked over him quickly, feeling the corner of a plastic baggie softly brushing her shin. She looked down. "And what the hell are you doing with this?! I need this! This is mine. Bad! Bad! What the crap, man?!" She snatched the bag from his pocket and stood, shoving it down her shirt to store it in her bra. Almost immediately after she'd taken the questionable substance from the boy she'd calmed down a bit. She ran her hands back through her long blonde hair and let out a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry, kid. You just kinda startled me. I mean, It's not like I haven't woken up with some guy in my room, but, I mean, come on man. You couldn't have at least given me some warning that you were here before you jacked my... er... stuff?" She watched him, a little concerned. "Did I hurt you?"

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Tagged: Ryuzaki
Wordcount: 573
Notes: Bad Ryu, bad! XD
Credit: JADE of FD & KU

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[ryuzakiryuga]

Jeez, this was a pain. Why could he not just pick the right room for once? It seemed as though fate likes to give him the good old slap in the face before getting him beaten. He looked up and analyzed the girl standing before him, angrily he might add. The odd bag was taken from him rather quickly. He actually thought he saw murderous intent in her eyes. Then, she was perfectly calm. He began wondering aloud about her mental state.
"Either she has minor bi-polar disorder, is pregnant, or is tired. At the moment, leaning toward the first option."
I just said that aloud didn't I?
Crap, the world hates him and his mouth. It seemed as though he would end up suffering severe injury tonight.
I should apologize, like right now.
"Uh, uh, uh, I- I- I- I'm, uh, sorry. Uh, that was, uh, not supposed to go outside of my, uh, mind. I hope I, uh, didn't anger you."
He really hoped to not get beaten up on his first day of school, especially through tired accident. He began frantically searching for a way to change the subject.
Introduce yourself or something...
Thank you, concsious mind.
"Um, hello, I am Take-I mean Ryuzaki... Ryuzaki Ryuga. I live, uh, a few doors down I think. Sorry about this, and sorry about taking your stuff. I wasn't trying to, uh, steal. I was just going to scan it on my computer and slip it back."
He jumped up and showed how tall he was. He hoped it did not intimidate or anger her.

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[atrb=style, padding: 5px; background: #FFFFFF; border: 2px dashed #308014; -webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 8px; opacity: 0.6]Uen had calmed down, and almost instantly the boy seemed to want to infuriate her. Still, she had to admit, it was rather adorable how scared he looked right now. If not scared, than embarrassed as hell. That was fun; she didn't really mind that. She wouldn't have minded much if he'd, like, begged her to not kick him in the nuts and call campus security. She always liked when the boy did the begging (if you know what I mean). The boy voiced his thoughts aloud, and to be honest, she was amused by what he felt. So, he considered three options. One, that she was slightly bipolar; she could agree with that. Two, that she was pregnant - and the answer to that was a big ol' hell to the fuckin' no. And finally, that she was tired. That she could also agree with. His eyes shot wide as though he'd just noticed that he'd spoken his thoughts out loud. He seemed young - though tall - and Uen assumed he was a first year. Poor babe, it was his first day and he was already suffering from a run-in with the big bitch on campus. Emphasis on the "bitch", of course, because she hated to be a big anything; if there was anything she hated, it was being fat. Well, and those narcissistic Second Years. But that was not relevant to the situation at hand. Before Uen could comment on his thoughts, the kid mumbled out an apology full of stammers and hesitation and embarrassment. She grinned a devil's smile, her rather sharp canine teeth adding a hint of wickedness to the impish grin. I like this guy. I mean, sure, the moron crawled into my bed and took my weed, but, hey, he's adorable when he's scared! I'm gonna have to keep an eye on him. Quickly, the kid moved on to introducing himself, probably trying to change the topic from the offensiveness which had clearly been so unintentionally spoken out loud. Naturally, she wasn't too fond of people thinking bad things behind her back; if someone, like this Ryuzaki kid, thought that she was a bi-polar, possibly pregnant, tired bitch, she wanted him to say it, not keep it to himself. If a thought's worth thinking it's worth sharing, right? Ryu continued on, saying that his dorm was probably located a few doors down. He apologized repeatedly, first for this entire mess in general and then for stealing her stuff. Supposedly, he was going to scan it, but to be honest, Uen didn't believe that story. I mean, come on. Any idiot First Year would know what weed was, right? Most of them did, and those who didn't found out almost instantly. Still, with the way this kid kept apologizing, she was sure he was a goody-two-shoes and she wasn't about to squeal on herself about the weed she had, especially considering drugs were illegal on campus. Now that the kid had apparently explained himself enough, Uen felt like she could speak. That impish grin went away to be replaced by something more like a happily exhausted smile, a little glow in her eyes. "You're ridiculous, Ryu. I'm gonna call you Ryu. I figure since you accidentally snuck into my room and took my we--baggie of stuff, you kinda owe it to me to let me call you a nickname whether you like it or not." She ruffled up her hair and pulled it over her shoulders, yawning widely, and then she told him, "My name's Uen. Uen Migoto." He suddenly stood, looming over her, and she blinked her big black sapphire eyes, a little bit stunned by his height. "Wow. You're a big guy, aren't'cha?" She looked around awkwardly for a second, and she asked, "You're a First Year, aren't you, Ryu?"

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Tagged: Ryuzaki
Wordcount: 658
Notes: ...
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[ryuzakiryuga]

This was... weird.
Definitely Bi-polar disorder. Probably a bit tired too.
She was going to call him Ryu? He had never heard THAT one before.
Why does EVERYONE call me that? I understand: Ryuzaki is hard to say sometimes, but it annoys me to no end. I don't even know why. Maybe I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder?
Ryuzaki heard the lady's name: Migoto.
Uen Migoto... memorized.
Yes, he was a big guy, huge at the orphanage. He was taller than the headmaster, the other kids, and even the staff. Ryuzaki figured he was among the tallest here.
"Yes, I am a first year. I, uh, was wondering; what is that bag full of? I never got out much at the orphanage, and I never saw anything like this on the Intermet."
Not like I'd try though... It's most likely some addictive substance. Hm, I don't really know if a drug addict, even a minor one, is someone I would like to associate myself with. Then again, I probably would not want to associate with the Dalai Lama. Maybe I could get a, uh, friend? I don't remember what Takehiro called the soccer team at the orphanage.
He shifted his feet slightly then pulled out his PDA. He took a picture of the odd substance and began searching the Internet about it.
"Hm, it's a plant, actually. Highly addictive, called many names. No scientific names as of yet. Oh, marijuana, I see. Well, thank you for taking that away from me."
He did NOT want that. Not at all, never, he wanted to stay away from that.

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[atrb=style, padding: 5px; background: #FFFFFF; border: 2px dashed #308014; -webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 8px; opacity: 0.6]The kid, Ryu, answered quickly, seeming very reluctant to engage in a conversation with her, that he was a First Year. Well, now Uen was pretty sure that he'd be able to forgive him. After all, she loved those cute little First Years... well, he wasn't exactly little. In fact, he was a lot taller than Uen was. She wondered how it was that he'd gotten to be so tall; was it genes, or did the kid actually eat his vegetables when he was little? Uen never saw the importance of vegetables. She wasn't exactly against those things - broccoli, carrots, the basics - but if she had a choice, she wouldn't eat them. At this point, she had stopped growing around fifteen; that was seven years ago. So how much did it matter if she ate vegetables now? Well, it kept her healthy - she fucking hated doctors. Ryu continued speaking and Uen's attention was snapped back to the reality of this strange kid who'd gotten into her room by accident. A little bit of dread, and, at the same time, relief, came over the young woman as he asked what the substance she'd stolen back from him was, and then immediately afterwards he told her that he didn't recognize it. He'd never seen it or anything like it in real life or on the internet. Well, she wasn't about to go and explain that she had an illegal substance in her possession - this kid, to be honest, seemed very much like a goody-two-shoes, and she liked this place and her reputation her too much to let anyone, let alone a First Year, ruin it. However, before she could come up with some skillful lie, the dread came back; he pulled out a PDA and scanned it. He suddenly said everything that he'd possibly need to know about pot, and then some, and he thanked her for taking it away from him. Uen crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the ground, scuffing her foot once and mumbling, "It's not that addictive..." She looked at him, letting her hands fall to her side again, and she said, "Look, kid, you're not... you're not gonna tell, are you? I'm not a bad person. Really. It's only the first day of KU this year, but I've got really good records - aside from the occasional fight, but... I've got straight A's! I don't wanna get kicked out." The awkwardness that came from such desperate pleading was apparent; she was absolutely not one who asked others to keep secrets for her.

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Tagged: Ryuzaki
Wordcount: 440
Notes: ...
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[ryuzakiryuga]

Ryu was confused . It was illegal? Well, that was odd. Were not other addictive substances LEGAL? How odd, it seemed a bit hypocritical by the police. Were they not main customers at bars? Oh well, whatever, it was not his problem, other people's vices. He had no real care about that.
"Jeez, calm down. I don't really care as it is. Not my problem, not my drugs. Now, uh, what dorm number is this?"
He sighed. What a day; he leanred something on the bright side. It was not very useful information, but it was something. It made his day seem a bit more productive. He had had an odd day, and this was the icing on the awkward cake. Ah, the awkard cake, the ultimate present for introverts like him. it will follow you everywhere and make your life hilariously suck.
This is why I would prefer being able to take my classes via webcam. What an interesting way to interact.
He observed the room again. Was this even the right dorm? He hoped so, or this night would be a big headache.
"What dorm is this? I hope I went to the correct one."

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[atrb=style, padding: 5px; background: #FFFFFF; border: 2px dashed #308014; -webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 8px; opacity: 0.6]The kid was quick to reply in a tone that was even less excited about being in the wrong dorm than Uen was to have him here. She wasn't exactly one to freak out about the little stuff, and, yes, this was relatively small. "Jeez, calm down. I don't really care as it is. Not my problem, not my drugs." She was relieved to know that he wasn't some uptight tattle-tale prick or some super anti-drug moron. Hell, imagine if he'd been, like, a campus cop or something who'd followed her home after guessing what she'd been doing earlier that night; she couldn't afford to be kicked out of Kingdom University, especially not for something so serious as possession and use of illegal drugs. Her parents would never forgive her, though, really, Uen suspected that they already knew. They just wouldn't want her to get kicked out and ruin her future because of it. Besides, she wasn't addicted or anything. She got high when she was bored and when she didn't have homework. Her future came far before drugs; she was never high for a tennis game or during class. It was only on weekends and the occasional week-night if she had no more homework. She really was a good kid. Well, good was a relative term. He went on to ask which dorm number this was. He'd said earlier, Uen remembered, that he was probably just a few room numbers away from she was. She replied quickly, a little confused, "This is room number 100. Dorm of Uen Migoto, Third Year with a Mathematics Major and Tennis Team Captain." She blinked, sitting down on the edge of her bed and waiting to see Ryu's reaction. He really didn't seem like an "Oh-em-gee ell-oh-ell" type of kid; on the contrary, he seemed very bland and boring and down to business. Introverted, for sure. Not a party-goer or anyone Uen would regularly run into. It was just some odd circumstance that brought the two of them together, and it wasn't likely it would ever happen again. Both members of the party seemed lost in their own thought, he with his thoughts on where he was and Uen with her thoughts on where this kid was. He was the first to break the silence with a wary question after observing Uen's room. "What dorm is this? I hope I went to the correct one." He seemed a little bit afraid of the answer; wouldn't it be humiliating if he was in the entirely wrong dorm? Uen knew she'd be terribly embarrassed if this had happened to her. Fortunately, she'd always had a good sense of direction; she rarely got lost. Uen supplied him with a soft answer, a bit of weariness settling back in, "This is the Holmes Dormitory." Uen rubbed her eyes, a yawn slipping out of her widened mouth, and she said, "Hey, so, I can tell you're not really social and this whole thing is awkward for you, buuuuuttt... Can I get you anything? Ibuprofen for that smack you got when you fell? A doughnut to give you the energy to get back to your dorm?" She hesitated, then offered with a soft smile, "If you're too tired, Ryuzaki, you're welcome to stay here. You could sleep in the bed and I can make a bed on the floor. I don't snore or anything, so it wouldn't be too bad. Besides, I feel awful about this whole thing - you getting hurt and the marijuana - and I'd like to do something for you to kind of make it up to you or, like, help you forget about it. Something."

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Tagged: Ryuzaki
Wordcount: 634
Notes: Sorry for the wait!
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Ryuzaki was relieved to know he at least had gotten the dorm right. His dorm was only a few steps away. He gave a sigh of relief.
"Oh no, that won't be necessary. I live in number 104 here."
Wait, something was off with this. Not with her, but with him. He was missing something. His laptop was safely in his room he hoped. Actually, he somewhat remembers Takehiro picking it up from under his unconcious body at the library. Crap, he knew what he was missing. He checked hias pockets frantically, one of the few emotional displays he had shown all day. It was not there. He turned back to Uen, whose name he had already memorized.
"Um, there seems to be a problem... I, uh, lost my room key."
He tried to give a sheepish grin, not a thing he was accustomed to. He searched his pockets again. Unfortunately, he had nothing to pick the lock with on him.
"Um, you wouldn't happen to keep lockpicking items in your room do you?"
He felt bad that he was asking someone who he had wronged for a favor. Scratch that, someone who he had wronged twice. He was not accustomed to asking for help as it was. Despite his reclusiveness, he was very self-reliant and physically strong, probably a side effect of genetics.
"I am sorry about this... I, uh, don't ask for help much, and my brother nor I have the money for a new door."
He was truly without options if Ms. Uen decided to deny him. It was the logical thing for her to do in the World According to Ryuzaki.

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[atrb=style, padding: 5px; background: #FFFFFF; border: 2px dashed #308014; -webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 8px; opacity: 0.6]Uen rubbed her tired eyes as the kid let out a sigh of relief and explained that he lived only four doors down from her. Well, that was a relief, she supposed. The tired Froshie could just shuffle his almost-whooped ass right out of her room, down the hall and right into his own home so he could pass out on whatever his sleeping-place was. It would be a sweet and happy ending for a rather awkward - but amusing - event. Uen herself could just roll right back under her covers, stretch out, and go right back to bed, all warm and cozy and content. Like a dog. Or something. And that would be amazing. To be honest, she'd expected this to end pretty quickly, one way or another. And she was sorely disappointed as, when she opened her eyes, there was a look on his face, a furrow in his brow, as though he were thinking hard about something, considering something. A light of realization suddenly flashed across his face, and he began to fumble through all the pockets in his clothing to search for something - and Uen probably knew what it was. The kid turned to face her complete, a slight pink hue to his face and something along the lines of tired embarrassment mixed with frustration and, at the same time, acceptance, met her eyes that had grown only a tad concerned. He said sheepishly, "Um, there seems to be a problem... I, uh, lost my room key." Without much thought, Uen leaned back over her bed, leaning her head against the wall and sighing, closing her eyes and replying in a bit of an emotionless voice, "Well. That is a predicament." The boy rummaged through his pockets again, looking a little frustrated as once again he came out empty-handed. Uen assumed he'd been looking for his key again, just double-checking to make sure that he hadn't just grazed over it with his fingertips, but suddenly he asked a question, and she knew her assumption had been wrong. He was looking for something to pick the lock to his dorm with. She turned her head to face him, opening her eyes with a little bit of puzzlement, as well as amusement. "Lockpicking stuff? To be honest, I have no idea. If I do have anything, it'd be in one of these drawers or holding spaces in this bed frame. You're welcome to look. Aside from my weed and some other, ah, lady things, I have nothing to hide. I'll help." She hopped off of her bed, standing on the floor with a searching look. "Don't even worry about asking, Ryuzaki," Uen replied as she gazed at him, a warm look in her eyes. "These kind of things happen all the time. Not necessarily to me, but, hey, whatever. It happens. Just help me look so you can go home and I can go to sleep." She strode over to the light switch beside the front door and illuminated the dorm with one quick flick of her wrist and the movement of one little plastic switch. Uen ran her hands back through her hair once more, letting out a long, heavy breath and murmuring, "Oh, where to start..." She took another long look at Ryuzaki, taking in his image before wandering back to her bed. She looked at it with a rather frustrated look. Shit, why did I have to get a bed with so many nooks and crannies?

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Tagged: Ryuzaki
Wordcount: 609
Notes: Sorry it's late!
Credit: JADE of FD & KU

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[ryuzakiryuga]

Ryuzaki's eyes widened as the lights flicked on. His began hurting a lot. Hopefully, his eyes could adjust before he had to go to his dorm. He did not want to end up sleeping on twins or something, and knowing his luck, they would be dudes. He almost smiled, almost. He was so tired; he did not think that his muscles would curl into a smile. Instead, he decided to muster his strength to find a bobby pin. He had a screwdriver in his pocket, but a bobby pin was mysteriously absent from his arsenal of obscure items. He began searching the drawers tiredly. The first drawer did not have anything but shirts. He was going to check the second drawer, but he opened it and saw some stuff he did not need to touch. The third drawer had nothing of note in it. He finally found the bobby pins on the last drawer. He picked out a bag of bobby pins and took out three. If he was rusty on his lockpick skills, he would need three.
"Hey, I found some. Uh, thanks." He shut the door and made his way to th door. He wanted to go to sleep, but on the bright side, Uen seemed like one of the few competent people he had met on his first day.

[uenmigoto]

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[atrb=style, padding: 5px; background: #FFFFFF; border: 2px dashed #308014; -webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 8px; opacity: 0.6]Uen hopped on top of her bed once more, crawling across it on her hands and knees and opting to look through all the shelves that made up the headboard to see if she could find anything useful. Uen had picked her fair shair of locks before; she wouldn't say that she was pro at it, but she would say that she could do it if she had to or if she had the overwhelming desire to. On campus, she had very few reasons to ever pick a lock. If she needed to get in somewhere where she had to pick the lock, chances are someone would let her in, and if she wanted to get in somewhere where she had to pick the lock, chances are no one wanted her in - which is why she'd pick the lock to get in, being the Nosy Nilly she was. That wasn't the point; the point was that she knew what was necessary, and she knew she had something or some things somewhere in this neat but un-labeled bed frame that would supply the kid with what it was that she needed to help. She just skimmed the surface of the bed frame with her deep, dark blue eyes at first, gazing across the smooth surfaces to find what she needed. Chances are that she wouldn't leave anything out of its place, but for the life of her she couldn't remember exactly where she normally put those kinds of things. Once she was satisfied that nothing of value to this situation were laying out in the open, Uen sat back with her knees beneath her and began to lift stacks of papers and move books around, searching a little more thoroughly. I think I need to go get a label maker from the store to put labels on my freaking bed frame. I don't remember where I put everything and I'm too tired to go rummaging through all of this. Oh, well. I'll worry about it when I wake up tomorrow... for now... She continued to look through her things as Ryuzaki did the same, only he rummaged through maybe two or three drawers before suddenly he found what it was that he was searching for. She turned her head to stare over her shoulder at him as he shut the final drawer he'd looked through, holding what appeared to be three bobby pins. Hair accessories iiiinnnnnn... that drawer. Uen slid off her bed a little less enthusiastically than she'd done the first couple times as Ryu stood up to his full height. She was still a little bit in awe of his size. "Hey, I found some. Uh, thanks." Uen crossed her arms around herself, blinking a little bit, and he turned and began to make his way to the front door. "Hey, Ryuzaki, wait." She scampered across the length of her room hastily and stopped at his side. She leaned forward a little, her head turned to stare at his face. "Mind if I come with you to make sure you make it okay? I mean, you look like a zombie right now. I'd hate for you to end up passing out on the floor or picking the wrong lock or something like that. Maybe tomorrow some time I could take you to lunch or dinner or something. Or coffee." Uen smiled a very sweet smile, sympathetic for the poor kid whose mind had tortured him so by letting him wander into some other person's room. She stepped ahead of Ryuzaki, opening the door up for him and holding it for him to leave. She wanted to follow. He was a First Year... what kind of Uen Rubi Migoto would she be if she let a poor, sweet First Year wander off to get lost in the middle of the night?

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Tagged: Ryuzaki
Wordcount: 658
Notes: Could they have lunch together? :B
Credit: JADE of FD & KU

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[ryuzakiryuga]

Ryuzaki sighed. Great, she was going to keep up with this acquaintanceship thing.
"Uh, alright..."
Crap, someone actually ISN'T shunned by my "charm"... I need to do more then, but she is nice enough, aside from the drugs I nearly took from her. What do I do? What do I do? He was becoming visibly nervous. He was not accustomed to people approaching him like THIS. He was not used to having respond to such things either. A bead of sweat dripped down his face.
"Well... most of my classes are in the morning..."
That was true, but Ryuzaki was also trying to find an excuse to get out of it. He could say no, but he did not want to be rude to her. He was afraid she would rip his head off, turn into a giant insect beast, or just shoot him with a gun she inevitably had on her.
"A-alright, I guess."
He walked through the door tiredly. He REALLY needed a nap
You know, sleep is very helpful when in college. So, why didn't I just stay asleep on that floor? It was comfy enough.