Post by Ryouta Hayami on Jun 29, 2010 22:59:14 GMT -5
"Woohoo!" Ryouta exclaimed, deeling like jumping up and down. He just really wanted to make sure that this girl was going to be leaving with something flattering and cute to wear. He just didn't understand how this girl could be confortable in such loose and unappealing clothes. It just sounded..horrid.
Then he heard that the girl had just been looking around and he understood that. Sometimes, when he didn't have any money for buying anything, he'd just come to try on clothes. Some times it felt like he teased himself when he did that, that he could look, touch but not keep. Stupid money. Why couldn't it be worthmore so he could buy himself more?
Then she said it was ok for him to find her some moreclothes. He looked away and sighed aqwardly to himself. "Er..I was kind of hoping that you'd say no because I didn't find anything else that would look good with you.
I mean, you have light skin, and your black skin makes it look even paler so colors light red, orange and other warm colors would look good on you. But they're on a low of warm colored clothes in...er...your size...Sorry," he said. He hated doing things like that. It just felt...too out of place. Like he was out of place. Or that his words were out of place.
Letting the girl talk, he found out her name. Rukia? Oh, a pretty name! Very woman like...though she didn't dress like it. Oh well, Ryouta could help her with it.
"Well then, Rukia, I think it'd be awesome tohang out sometime," he said, delighted. Woo! He made a friend! Then he pulled out a scrap paper out of his pocket and picked up a pen off the floor and scribbled his cell phone number it, handing it to Rukia.
"There's my cell phone number. Feel free to call or text me anytime," he said. His cell phone had been a parting gift from Takara. And his dad agreed to let him keep it and would pay for the bills, as long as his grades were good, whcih were always a trouble.
Then he heard that the girl had just been looking around and he understood that. Sometimes, when he didn't have any money for buying anything, he'd just come to try on clothes. Some times it felt like he teased himself when he did that, that he could look, touch but not keep. Stupid money. Why couldn't it be worthmore so he could buy himself more?
Then she said it was ok for him to find her some moreclothes. He looked away and sighed aqwardly to himself. "Er..I was kind of hoping that you'd say no because I didn't find anything else that would look good with you.
I mean, you have light skin, and your black skin makes it look even paler so colors light red, orange and other warm colors would look good on you. But they're on a low of warm colored clothes in...er...your size...Sorry," he said. He hated doing things like that. It just felt...too out of place. Like he was out of place. Or that his words were out of place.
Letting the girl talk, he found out her name. Rukia? Oh, a pretty name! Very woman like...though she didn't dress like it. Oh well, Ryouta could help her with it.
"Well then, Rukia, I think it'd be awesome tohang out sometime," he said, delighted. Woo! He made a friend! Then he pulled out a scrap paper out of his pocket and picked up a pen off the floor and scribbled his cell phone number it, handing it to Rukia.
"There's my cell phone number. Feel free to call or text me anytime," he said. His cell phone had been a parting gift from Takara. And his dad agreed to let him keep it and would pay for the bills, as long as his grades were good, whcih were always a trouble.
