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That's adorable and pretty and very well drawn, Miss.
... Is my skin really that pale?
... Is my skin really that pale?
Hee, thank you! Since you gave me the paints, I figured it'd be better if I painted you!
You didn't have to, Miss. But the thought and the gesture is much appreciated.
Yes I did! It's only fair!
I do hope you enjoy the paints though.
I do! They're different from drawing but they're really cool!
Well then, I wish you the best of luck with using them.
::So, Sanshi/Sanko, someone's knocking on your dorm room door.::
*oh man what. who could it be.
Sanshi opens up the door, dressed in nightclothes, and rubbing his head. His hair looks mussed up. He stares, wondering idly if he's having a dream or something now.
Sanko's sitting on the bed, rubbing her eyes awake at having heard the knocking.*
Sanshi opens up the door, dressed in nightclothes, and rubbing his head. His hair looks mussed up. He stares, wondering idly if he's having a dream or something now.
Sanko's sitting on the bed, rubbing her eyes awake at having heard the knocking.*
::It's your favorite professor with shiny gawdy pink gift bags.::
... Why are you dressed like that?
... Why are you dressed like that?
*... he seems to lean over, looking at a digital clock on a dresser by the bed. He then looks back at Noriko, rubbing his eyes under his glasses, which he probably grabbed hastily. Which is probably good because those bag would blind him.*
'riko. I know time's usually kinda off f'ya, but... It's four in th' mornin'.
'riko. I know time's usually kinda off f'ya, but... It's four in th' mornin'.
*has gotten out of bed, and has wandered over to the door, holding onto the pillow in what is akin to a death-hug grip.*
Huh...?
Huh...?
... I thought it was 4 in the afternoon.
*... now Sanko is staring.*
... But it's dark out, pink lady...
*... and very obviously not awake. Sanshi's hand sorta wanders to pat and rub her on her head.*
... But it's dark out, pink lady...
*... and very obviously not awake. Sanshi's hand sorta wanders to pat and rub her on her head.*
Regardless 'f what time it is or what it is outside... What're y'doin' 'ere, 'riko?
*his glance falls onto the bags*
... An' what's with those?
*his glance falls onto the bags*
... An' what's with those?
I'm here to give presents to Sancchan. ::Holds them up at shoulder level. She grins like a doting auntie.::
... Presents?
*yeah now she's a bit more awake*
*yeah now she's a bit more awake*
Sanko-chan. It's time for Presents for her.
::Leans over and puts them on the ground. And yeah, they have your name on them in silver/gold glitter.::
::Leans over and puts them on the ground. And yeah, they have your name on them in silver/gold glitter.::
*... kneels down and digs into the bags with a tiny bit more excitement a girl who's really 18 in the head would act, while Sanshi still tries to wake himself up, muttering something about how he wakes up in a couple hours anyway.*
::They're full of cute colorful frilly clothes and dresses, soft chewy candy, and a nice big purple Train Engine with cool flashing lights.::
Hope you like.
Hope you like.
*... blink blinks. There is at least something in her head that tells her that she shouldn't like this stuff, but... A tiny bit of child-like mindset wants to set in. Besides, might as well humor her, right?
Sanko looks up, smiling widely*
I really like it! Thank you!
Sanko looks up, smiling widely*
I really like it! Thank you!
... That's nice 'f ya an' all t' get 'er stuff, but... What, did y'just go an' buy those, or somethin'?
*he's looking down at the bag's contents, obviously trying to make heads or tails of Noriko's thought process with the time*
*he's looking down at the bag's contents, obviously trying to make heads or tails of Noriko's thought process with the time*
Of course I did. I'm a well off woman. Why wouldn't I buy it myself? I know how to use a credit card and everything.
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