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 Liar Liar [c], Tag: Typo!
15 POSTSALIAS shikiCURRENTLY Offline
sixteen
male
senior
homosexual
student and drummer
Delinquent
They left a ringing in my ear But that drum's still beating loud and clear
If there was one skill that would be helpful at times in life, that would be the ability to lie. At least, that’s how it was for Natsu. It wasn’t as if he never tried lying, but just that he wasn’t good at it. And it wasn’t any large grand scheme lie either. Not some elaborate story. Simple things, like giving his real number to people who ask for his number or saying he had cash whenever people ask if he had any on him. Case and point: just this morning.

Natsu was a smart cookie, despite sucking at lying. Being in a room where the only familiar face was his band mate, everyone else didn’t really matter or appeal to him to get to know. It was intimidating being one of the youngest, if not the youngest, in the class so naturally he decided to skip class. However, his dumbass while walking in the hall to get to his locker to go home, got caught by a teacher on the way. What the kid could have said was he was going to the bathroom, or he forgot his homework in his locker, or that he wasn’t feeling well and was on his way to the nurse. What did his dumbass actually say? ‘I don’t feel like going to class.’

Of course, that ended with him being forced to attend class and on top of that he was told to go to the counselor’s, as well. If only he could keep his big mouth shut or be a little slyer, like a certain idiot vocalist he knew. Now, after sitting his ass through a boring lesson, he got all his stuff and was practically escorted by a teacher to the counselor’s. So much for trying to skip on the counselor afterwards. Though, that didn’t stop him from taking his sweet time placing each notebook into his bag carefully with all his little pencils and erasers, then of course he couldn’t forget his drumsticks, which he would never let a teacher take from him even if they threatened him.

The scruffy teen couldn’t help but think of some prison videogame while he walked down the halls, the teacher his jailer while he was the prisoner. As he stepped in front of the gates to the final boss, his nerdy metaphor for standing in front of the counselor’s office he sighed, bidding for the teacher to go away, now that he was escorted promptly. Not like he could escape at this point. After the teacher finally left, after god knows how long of small back and forth bickering of teacher and student, Natsu took a timid but rhythmic knock at the door. Knock, knock-knock, Knock. Knock. Knock-knock.

Without waiting for an answer, he opened the door quickly, “Hello..?” Without looking at the counselor first, he took a look around the office. Ugh, he hated how plain and office-like places in the school looked. Finally focusing his attention on wherever he could find the counselor, “I’m here for whatever the teacher was complaining about me going to. Counseling or whatever.” His tone sounded unenthused and if anything, his slumped body confirmed it more. He didn’t like one-on-one confrontations with people, so it was no wonder that he was already tapping his foot away to the beat of one of his favorite songs. “This won’t take long, will it?”

Lyrics from this song

@Typo
harja
9 POSTSALIAS TypoCURRENTLY Offline
It's as easy as, 1, 2, 3. do you see what I do? Truth or dare, yes I double dare you
twenty seven
male
faculty
panexual
COUNSELOR
Faculty
Lately, I'm so tired of waiting for you. To say that it's OK. Tell me, please. Would you one time just let me be myself. So I can shine. With my own light. Let me be myself. Would you let me be myself?
Damar wasn’t shocked to be told there was a delinquent being sent to his office. He wasn’t expecting them to be on time either. So When the teacher told him who was coming to see him and why. Well, he found himself a bit confused. Wasn’t this boy new? He was pretty sure that he saw his name on the new roster just recently. So he was already being sent here? Sighing to himself he wondered what was wrong with kids today. Pulling up the old records Damar looked a bit confused. Was this right? Was the boy homeschooled until now? Doing a bit of a deeper search he found himself a bit dumbfounded when he saw that the boy really was homeschooled. When he finally figured out why he started humming to himself. Rubbing his chin Damar reached into a drawer to grab some earbuds out of his drawer. Hooking it up to his personal laptop he went to youtube to pop up something.

Clicking around he finally found what he was looking for. So it was true. Was the boy part of a band back in Japan? Listening to the music he found himself watching the screen with curiosity. He wasn’t sure he understood what the boy was signing. So that was… Minimizing the screen he went back to the records. So the band had come to the school except for the guitar player? So why? Rubbing his chin more he was a lot more curious now. This was going to be fun to see if he could figure out why Japanese rock band had come to America. Hearing their music he wasn’t surprised at all that the drummer had been sent here.

Sighing to himself he went to turn the music off only to look over when he saw his door open. Oh, the perfect timing here. Smiling happily Damar Clicked off his youtube page and looked over at Natsuki. Smiling softly at the boy when he asked what he did, Damar shrugged his shoulders. ”Ah that actually depends on how much your willing to talk to me. The quieter you are. The longer this will take. So tell me MR. Shinonome. Why is it you want to skip classes on your first day? Shouldn’t you at least give the classes a try?” He asked politely, smiling over at the younger male. His hands folded over his laptop for the time being instead of taking notes like he normally would have.

TAG: Natsuki Shinonome
NOTES: Start off simple.

BY MITZI
15 POSTSALIAS shikiCURRENTLY Offline
sixteen
male
senior
homosexual
student and drummer
Delinquent
They left a ringing in my ear But that drum's still beating loud and clear
Looking at the counselor, all Natsu could think of was that he just looked like the counseling type. Though, not really sure what he meant by that, the counselor just gave that impression to him. Kind of like a character archetype in one of his videogames or perhaps like a character archetype in an otome dating sim game. Well, not like he played those kinds of games, anyway. Stop it, he was getting sidetracked again with his nerd thoughts.

Turning his attention back to reality, Natsu already didn’t feel like answering the counselor’s questions, just looking at that perfect teacher smile and just hearing ‘MR. Shinonome’ made him shudder. As far as he was concerned, that’s his old man’s name, not his. Natsu was visibly uncomfortable, a frown adorning his features while his foot still tapped away – one of his nervous ticks. But, he did want to get this over with. So, he went ahead and grabbed a chair, moving it to sit down wherever seemed comfortable. That ended up being beside a table so he could stop tapping his foot and instead start drumming rhythmically with his fingers. Once again, just one of his nervous ticks.

“It’s..Natsu. I prefer Natsu..” He was quiet at first, mumbling to himself since he wasn’t quite sure what to say since being honest got him here in the first place. But, he already knew he sucked at lying so what was the point. “I just..didn’t feel like going to class.” With smoky gray eyes, the drummer took a quick glance at the counselor, finding that the counselor’s gaze was fixed on him. He frowned, looking away quickly again as he tapped his fingers faster against the desk surface. It was strange to have a singular person giving him sole attention. He was used to crowds but not this. For some reason, it made him shut up quickly, making him shyer than normal.

“I don’t need to try it, I don’t care about going to class.” It was true. On the list of things he cared about, studying was probably at the bottom of that list. He was naturally good at it, so if he had to, he would easily be top of his class, as evident by skipping a couple grades. But school didn’t interest him the way music did. And he only went to school because that’s where Dai went, thus that’s where music would follow. Besides, there were much better things to do with his time, like beat the final boss in the new game he bought. At least, there would be a rewarding feeling in victory.

Though, curiously enough, he was surprised the teacher wasn’t going to take notes, like he was some kinda lab test subject. That’s how it looked like in tv shows where the kids had to go to the counselor’s office, anyway. He took out one of his drumsticks, a way of allowing some space and distance between him and another person, and pointed to the counselor’s papers with his drumstick, “You’re not gonna ‘diagnose’ me or whatever on your little paper thing over there?”

Lyrics from this song

@Typo
harja
9 POSTSALIAS TypoCURRENTLY Offline
It's as easy as, 1, 2, 3. do you see what I do? Truth or dare, yes I double dare you
twenty seven
male
faculty
panexual
COUNSELOR
Faculty
Lately, I'm so tired of waiting for you. To say that it's OK. Tell me, please. Would you one time just let me be myself. So I can shine. With my own light. Let me be myself. Would you let me be myself?
Listening to Natsuki explaining that he didn’t like school, that he didn't want to attend class. So he was just another typical teen after all? Well considering he hadn’t been to school since before high school he could understand that. He probably would be the same way if he was in a rock band and attending school. From the looks of his records he also skipped a year and was a senior now. No wonder this kid didn’t like school. Closing his eyes for a moment to take a breath he couldn't help but to look back at Natsuki with a soft smile. His fingers curling together under his chin as he propped himself up on them. ” Okay, Natsu it is.” He started off with a soft tone. Natsu didn’t seem like it was weird, speaking from the fact that he was a teacher and not a friend, supposedly if you asked other faculty members.

”As far as your question goes. No i'm not going to diagnosis you because i simply don’t think anything is wrong with you. I can take notes on you if you prefer but i really don’t see the point of that when the only thing that is wrong here is you need to skip classes.” He said frankly looking at Natsuki. He really didn’t seem like he was a bad kid. Maybe he was just bad because of the friends he hung out with. Natsuki? He looked like a good child over there playing on his game but that nervous twitch of his.. How many times has he seen him patting his foot like that. Letting his gaze follow from the male's foot back up to the game he seemed to be getting upset at..

”The boss battles are tougher then they may seem. But quite easy if you don’t just charge in. Every boss battle has a tail. Just watch their movements you will always notice it if you don’t lose your temper. Then by their third trial you should have him defeated.” He smiled sweetly over at the boy as if he was trying to break the ice with him or have him calming down and focusing on Damar rather than thinking he was just here to ‘fix’ the boy. Waiting on the boys response to what he had to say. Damar just let his eyes be fixated on him and a soft little hum escaping from his lips. Taking a breath Damar decided he might as well take his third run at this boy while he had his attention.

”Starting school after so long must be a bit weird for someone as intelligent as you, let alone someone from so far away. I do hope you enjoy our school while you're here. Although i’d ask that you give our school a chance by trying to attend a few classes. Even if you may be smarter than a lot of the others in your grade.” May be, not was. He knew from the test scores that he was very bright but Damar would never say one student was smarter than the other just because of their high marks. Yet he knew when to praise a student for their hard work.

TAG: Natsuki Shinonome
NOTES: Late... but here we go! <3

BY MITZI
15 POSTSALIAS shikiCURRENTLY Offline
sixteen
male
senior
homosexual
student and drummer
Delinquent
They left a ringing in my ear But that drum's still beating loud and clear
There was a small bit of relief at simply just a name change. After all, Mr. Shinonome was a very different person from Natsu. Or actually was he? Thinking back on it now, his mom was the loud and outspoken one while his father was more shy and soft spoken. He still didn’t know how that pairing worked out. Still, it made him a little sick to think he was that close in resemblance to his family since he specifically went out on a limb with music to differentiate himself further from his straight laced family. Either way, he had to say just being called ‘Natsu’ relieved a bit of tension. But! The teen still had to keep his guard up. This was a teacher, even if it was the school counselor.

His cloudy gray eyes still peered suspiciously between the counselor and the papers he could be note taking with. Was he really not going to be like those guys on TV, therapists or whatever taking notes on a piece of paper nitpicking at every small detail being said? Maybe Natsu watched too much television dramas. But still, the teacher’s gaze made him nervous, as evident by the still-rhythmic tapping of his food. A small part of him wondered how long this would last and the other part was wondering if he could plan some grand escape route even now. Though, what caught him off guard was..

“You know..stuff about videogames?” This seemed to get the teen to perk up a bit, sitting up just a tiny bit straighter with his attention focused more keenly on the taller adult. He thought adults weren’t supposed to know about this stuff. His folks at home always thought he played too much videogames. Even Dai at times seemed to think that way with him, and he was only a tiny bit older than Natsu. Although the ravenette was clearly suspicious of the older male, his curiosity got the better of him. After all, he couldn’t just let a cool adult pass by when he finally found one that liked videogames,“I’ll try that next time! The bosses always seem invincible so it gets boring when I can’t beat them in the game!”

A small part of him felt his heart flutter. A slight blush at being told he was intelligent. Well, not that he didn’t know that already but...it was still nice to be reminded every once in awhile. His foot tapping had stopped for now. Instead, he was already captivated by the small compliments, like a simple fool. “It’s not just that I may be smarter, I could be number one if I wanted to! I just..don’t care to. Anyway, all that stuff’s not important!” He stood up immediately from his chair, curiosity taken over like some kind of cat that found a new mouse toy, “Teach’! What’s your name?”

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