Jin
Jin shook his head, his long hair falling over his face. "Not at the moment." He looked up at the teacher, his eyes mischievous. "Just the two of us alone sounds perfect to me."

Aethan
He nodded, an eyebrow arching. He hadn't thought Jin would be quite so eager. "Unless you know someone who'd like to join us, Hitashi-san..."

Jin
Jin's eyes lit up, and it took all his strength to not say something with a lot of four letter naughty words. "Just the two of us?" he asked instead. "All alone?"

Aethan
Aethan pondered that. "Well, that's true, I suppose..." He grinned suddenly, an evil idea in his head. "If you'd like, I can give you the class reading, and we can have a miniature discussion on it."

Jin
*Be fun to have in class.* Jin forced back a naughty smirk at the sudden thought that rose in his mind, pasting on a brilliant smile to the older man. "Sounds fair to me too." *But I'd be willing to pay, in whatever way you wanted...* his mind added. "But, since you're sitting right here, there's really no need for me to go to your class now."

Aethan
Startled, the redhead looked up at Jin, trying to discern the meaning of his question. "I just didn't want to. You looked like you'd be fun to have in class. Not that it matters. Tokyo University has a policy I happen to think fair -- you can't take the classes until you pay for them."

Jin
(School cancelled because of flooding, so I can take time to post a bit:D Thanks for playing Jin, DS.) BIC- "Why's that?" Jin asked, taking a bite of his cookie, his pale blue hair falling over half of his face as he gazed solemnly at Aethan, a look that hardly ever graced his face.

Tsuramoshi
Tsu looked up across the table, and smiled widely when he saw the brunette had a sketch book open and was sketching feverently. He plopped down next to him and leaned over, unconsciously blocking out the other boy's light. When he looked up, Tsu smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "Sorry, I was just watching you draw. You're really good! I'm an artist too, but I want to become a mangaka. Of yaoi manga naturally. How about you, what sort of art do you do? Or like? Or whatever?"

Kiyaru
Flopping down in a chair across the table from the blondes, Kiyaru allowed his bag to slip from his shoulder and land with a thud on the ground beside him. He stretched briefly, ridding stiffness from his shoulders, before bending over and rummaging in his bag. After getting a pencil from his stationery case, he produced a sketchbook and tossed it lightly onto the table. Sitting upright once more, he flipped it open to a clean page, almost instantly proceeding to sketch, pencil sliding swiftly across the paper.

Eiichi
Eiichi smiled and slid into a seat, digging a notebook out of his bag and sipping his expresso as he flipped through it to an unfinished poem.

You echo my heart's desire
But you could never
The work stopped there, as he hadn't been able to figure out a decent line for it.

Kiyaru
Kiyaru shrugged slightly, an almost elegant upward motion of his narrow shoulders. "Looks fine to me." He replied, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder. He wasn't too fond of being outside in the sun, being more of an indoor person, but... too late for that now. At least he'd have a table, so he could sit down and sketch...

Aethan
Aethan pondered this as he dug a teabag out of his briefcase. "I suppose I can see where you're coming from. I mean, I -am- awfully young to be teaching." He glanced up at Jin through thick red lashes. "Truth be told, I almost didn't have the heart to kick you out of that freshman class." He dropped the teabag into the steaming water, listening to the satisfying plop, and pushed it to the bottom of the cup with a spoon, watching the colour change.

Eiichi
Grinning, Eiichi pointed to a vacant table outside. "What about here?" Raising a brow, he turned to look at the two boys holding his arms in turn.

Jin

"You just seem too much like one of us" And by us, Jin meant the students, "To be a teacher."

Rafael (ph33r the crappy postness)
Rafael left the Starbucks very quietly, slinking along like a panther. It was a heavily-guarded secret that, while he was usually clumsy enough to run into random walls, he could move like water when he felt like it.

And at the moment, he felt like it.

He was currently slipping through the crowd like a jaded tiger, melon green eyes focused on the willowy form of a red headed, scruffy looking surfer man as he casually strolled down the street. The man had just seemed so interesting, with his ragamuffin appearance, faded band t-shirt and worn flip-flops. And while most might mark him off as a pot-headed surfer hippie, the way his violet eyes shone and watched the rest of the world tattled of his learned mind. He seemed like the sort of person who had seen it all, the kind you could have a nice conversation with. He hoped Eiichi didn't mind that he sort of ditched him.

Aethan
I'm twenty three. Why do you ask?"

Tsuramoshi
Tsu casually called over his shoulder to his boss that he was late for class, and left the kitchen without a backward glance. "Hey, what's say we go outside?" He asked as he took the other blonde's free arm, before the three of them began to walk. He squinted slightly as the sun attacked his eyes when he opened the coffee shop's door for them to leave. His golden hair fluttered around his face in the light breeze that wove through the sky, and he brushed it out of his eyes with an air of annoyance.

DS. Playing Jin. Oi-vey.
"Of course, Grey-san." Jin smiled, sitting up a bit. "Just how old are you, anyways?" He asked, shaking his hair out of his eyes.

Taline (Jin)
(OOC: Hey all. Sorry I have to post this on the board, but I don't have time to email all of you. I will not be on on Friday like I promised. I am working for my friend so she can visit her dying grandmother. So, I will not be on again until Saturday morning. I'm really sorry. But I thought it would be a good thing for me to do. Pi-chan, I'll try to catch you on Saturday morning so we can play, otherwise Sunday I will be on too. I'll email you. The rest of you can control Jin if you need to, to keep the RP moving. Just don't kill him:) Sorry for all the trouble. I'll hopefully see you soon. (Don't reply to this and take up board space:D)

Kiyaru
Kiyaru blinked as the other held out his arms to them, before chuckling softly, shrugging slightly and taking the one offered to him. "Lead the way, then..."

Aethan
Sitting in the space provided, Aethan sat, a slight smile on his face. "I suppose I should have specified -- I'd prefer if you'd address me as Grey-san, at least." He opened the napkin and fork set, and started at his food. "After all, I'm not -that- much older than you." He grimaced with that statement. Not to mention the bit about he became a teacher because the first-year journalist salary these days demanded a supplement...

Eiichi!! (DS be duuuumb)
Eiichi grinned, waiting while Tsuramoshi took off the apron that protected his uniform from coffee stains and walked out from behind the counter, then offered his arm to both of the two men. "Shall we?"

Kiyaru
"You want to come?" Kiyaru glanced over at the blonde at his question and smiled warmly. "Sure..." He replied, drawing away from the counter and picking his bag up again, before following a few steps behind the other.

Eiichi
Returning the smile, he nodded. "No coffee, got it." Looking at the brunette, since Raf was nowhere to be seen, he tipped his head. "You want to come?"

Tsuramoshi
The blonde blinked at the other blonde across the counter from him. He smiled winningly, trying to force down his soft blush, and shrugged a shoulder. "As long as it's not coffee," he trailed off, waving an annoyed hand at the coffee maker behind him.

Eiichi
Blinking at Tsu's tone, Eiichi couldn't help but laugh. "I think you need a break." He said as the woman who Tsu'd just insulted stalked off. "Buy you a drink?"

Tsuramoshi
Tsu resisted the urge to spit in his current customer's cup. Damn, the word bitch seemed like a vast understatement. He finished filling her order and served it with a fake, perky smile, before returning to his previous state of boredom. He checked his watch again and cursed silently. His replacement had better show up ASAP or he'd hear it for being late to his first class of the day. When the bells jingled, he looked up to see if luck had decided to shine on him, but frowned unhappily when he noticed it hadn't. He whipped the pen out from behind his ear, held his pad of paper two inches from his face, and said in a voice that reeked with fake enthusiasm, "What the hell can I get for you?"

Eiichi
Turning his attention from Raf, Eiichi smiled unconsciously as the brunette from his class entered the cafe. Returning the soft, 'Hi' with a slight wave, watching as he ordered his drink from Tsu.

Kiyaru
About ten minutes of brisk walking later and Kiyaru crossed the street towards the Starbucks. He'd only been in this city a few days, and he already knew the place backwards. He'd learned through experience that it was always a good thing to know your surroundings. He walked up to the doors of the restaurant and pushed one open. Stepping inside, he glanced around the place briefly, before heading over to the counter. A familiar blonde boy stood there, sipping a drink. He quickly recognised him as the boy who sat across from him in English, and smiled at him as he came to stand beside him at the counter; his bright, swirling wine red eyes half-hidden behind raven locks, but still prominent. "Hi." He said, before turning to glance at the boy behind the counter and ordering an espresso.

Jin
Jin glanced up from his book, then smiled at the handsome teacher that was only slightly older than him. "Go right ahead, Grey-sensai." He adjusted his books so Aethan had room.

Aethan
Stepping out of the line with his tray, Aethan looked for a place to sit. It was crowded right now, but he did see one table with one lone occupant, a male with vaguely familiar blue hair... Ah. The senior he almost hadn't had the heart to kick out of his class. He made his way over, carefully not spilling his cup of steaming hot water -- he'd wanted a cup of tea, and none of this green stuff either; he carried a supply of Earl Grey teabags in his briefcase -- or his salad. He glanced down at the decidedly relaxed stance of the older student, and raised an eyebrow. A bit lacking in decorum, but certainly comfortable with what people thought of him... "Excuse me, do you mind if I share your table?"

Eiichi! Dun dun da dun!!
Leaning against the counter, Eiichi watched the blonde behind it, who'd introduced himself as "Tsuramoshi, Tsu for short' served another customer. Taking a sip of his expresso, his eyes darted around the cafe, looking for Raf.

Kiyaru
A shrill ringing marked the end of the period, and shortly thereafter the hallways filled with scuffling as the students all swarmed out of their respective classrooms, chattering and laughing as they walked. Kiyaru hastily finished scribbling down his notes on Michaelangelo, before shutting his notebook and stuffing it back into his bag. He glanced briefly at his timetable, before stuffing it into his pocket again, standing and slinging his bag over his shoulder. 'Lunch break.' He thought as he headed for the door. He doubted that the food from the cafeteria would be of any worth, and so began to ponder over places he could go to eat instead. 'Let's see... Wendy's? Mc D's? Burger King? Or maybe a sushi bar...' He remained a fair distance from the other students as he wandered down the corridor. Pushing another set of doors open, he stepped outside into the open air; glancing around absently, a breeze lightly whipping at his hair. He sighed, finally deciding Starbucks would be the closest from the campus, and set off walking, one thumb hooked in his jeans pocket.

Jin
Jin was sitting in the dining hall at a table alone, his feet propped up on the table, his ankles crossed, a book propped in his lap as he nibbled a cookie and read.

Aethan
Aethan watched, momentarily spellbound, as Kiyaru disappeared behind the heavy door. Such eyes... almost magenta, yet just a bit too red to be called that... he'd never seen that colour eyes before. And he'd thought his own, a striking pale aqua, were unusual... Shaking it off, he shoved his papers back into his briefcase, this time latching it shut, and headed for the dining hall again, this time at not such a breakneck pace. Those eyes, however, stayed with him...

Kiyaru
Kiyaru nodded slightly as he listened to his teacher, soft pink rose-petal lips curved in a sheepish, lopsided smile. "Thank you, sir." He said, flattered. "I'm pleased that you think so... and I really enjoyed your lesson, also. I found your teachings to be very interesting." He absently brushed the hair out of his eyes, the light catching the red-purple orbs in such a way that they sparkled and seemed to glow. "I find your class really enjoyable." He smiled at the redhead briefly. "Demo, if you'll excuse me, Grey-sensei, I think I should get to class now... I can't miss my first lesson." He said politely as he turned and opened the door. Glancing back over his shoulder, he added, "Nice talking to you, sir, maybe we can do so again sometime." With that, he stepped into the classroom and shut the door behind him.

Aethan
I enjoyed your contribution to class discussion," Aethan said warmly, smiling at him. He pulled at a dark red strand of hair idly. "You speak well, when you put your mind to it, and your thoughts were well-chosen." He glanced towards the door. "But I'm probably keeping you from class..."

Kiyaru
Kiyaru sighed, allowing his mind to wander as he walked down the corridor towards the Art Theory room. He'd almost reached the door to his classroom when someone ran smack into him, nearly knocking him clean off his feet, the bag slipping from his shoulder, falling to the floor and onto its side, the contents spilling from it. With a muttered curse and an exasparated sigh, he knelt to pick his things up again. "Gomen, Nakane-san, I'm just in a hurry to get something in my stomach, is all." Kiya blinked as he recognised the voice, glancing up at the one who'd collided with him, only to see his English teacher kneeling about two feet away, picking up his own fallen papers. "Iie, Grey-sensei. It's alright. No need to apologise." He said calmly. After slipping his notes back into his notebook, he proceeded to help the redhead gather up the last few of his. Standing, he gave the older man a warm smile, handing the papers to him. "Here you go, sir."

Aethan
Aethan sprinted towards the dining hall, suddenly aware he'd skipped dinner last night in favour of writing his article, and breakfast due to hitting his alarm clock one too many times. Consequently, he wasn't really watching where he was going -- and ran straight into a student, dropping his briefcase and scattering the student's belongings as well. Cursing, he dropped to his knees and began picking up his own things. Recognising notes on Wilde, he glanced up. It was one of his own students, a quiet one who'd stayed in the back the entire class period. What was his name...? "Gomen, Nakane-san," he said amiably. "I'm just in a hurry to get something in my stomach, is all." He spoke Japanese nearly flawlessly, only a tiny bit of a British accent marring it.

Lan
(OOC: Allowing myself to post first today since I missed quite a whole lot yesterday ;___;. Trying to catch up... Fricking time difference) Lan left the classroom shortly after Aethan, he walked through the corridors, deep in though, not exactly knowing where his feet would take him. He still had time until his classes at the Music and Art university started and had nothing else to do. It would take too much time to drive to Ueno Park where he normally spend his free time, walking among the blooming gardens and losing himself in the sweet smells of flowers he couldnīt name and listening to the wistful song of the birds. Pale green eyes looked up from the floor, dragging his gaze upwards towards the grey sky, it never seemed blue to him, here in the city, smog draining the colour from it. He had not noticed that he had left the building and now stood in the quad, had no memory of pushing the door to it open. Not that he cared. His feet had for once taken the right direction. Here he would stay until it was time to go. The quad was sufficiently empty, only few students here, most had classes now. He surely would find a place where he would be left alone. Moment later he lay on the grass, notebook, pencils and a old walkman spread around him. He had found a secluded spot which couldnīt be seen from the way and decided that he would stay here. Pale fingers flipped through the pages of the book, searching for the words he had written in class, while he tried to fit in the in-ears from his walkman. Finally succeeding in both task Lan pushed the play button. Static filled his ears, before a nearly unhearable bassline cut through the silence, drums slowly picked up in the background shortly followed by a piano, playing the same notes over and over again, speeding the tune up. The wail of an electric guitar rang loudly in his ears, behind his closed eyes he could see Kurei, his fingers playing over the strings in the mad parody of a lovers touch, shaking his head, black hair in dark clouds around his pale face, hollow eyed with a crazy grin on his painted lips. Their guitarist was mad, writing the notes of their songs with his blood, upon walls, sheets, sometimes on his own skin, whatever was available at the moment inspiration struck him. But the results were stunning, the now fast paced tune, that plunged into slow, dark passages without warning, was once again a example for it. The man had a thousand midnights in his heart, and they loved him for it. Kurei had been what they needed. The music faded away and Lan took a deep breath, raking a slender hand through his deepblue hair, nervously tugging at the strands. His thoughts were no longer fixed on Kurei or his other band members, they had gone comfortably blank and empty, a void that filled with a rush as the music started anew and he opened his mouth, the lyrics he wrote spilling over his lips. His voice was sweet, high and hoarse, it could have been the voice of a child, if his tones wouldnīt slip sometimes, seductive whispers and darker promises, if it wasnīt for the darkness of his words, intimations of fear and pain, of love lost. "I taste death in every kiss we share and every sundown seems to be the last we have. Your breath on my skin has the scent of our end and I'm drunk on your tears baby...

Mod DS
(OOC: and that's a wrap for tonight! page has been archived, no worries! Oyasumi, all!)