Apr. 24th, 2016

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 "Meet me in the Rose Garden at lunch time!"

Hisashi had been nothing short of puzzled when the strangely familiar girl had approached him in the hallway before class and said what she had. Why was she familiar? He'd taken so long trying to figure that out that he didn't get a chance to ask the all-important question of why before she'd scurried off to her class before she'd be late. Leaving behind one very confused cat.

"Oh, ho, ho! Tatsuno-kuuun's got a daaaate~!" At the voice Hisashi turned around to see one of the students who had been loitering nearby grinning at him. In fact, he noticed a few students were looking in his direction with varying amounts of amusement.

"Da-... what now? What are you talking about?" It was just an invitation, right? From someone he obviously had met once during the class trip. Surely nothing more..? But now those people were moving in closer until he bristled a little at being suddenly penned in.

"Well you know what this is all about right?"

"Ah.. n-.. yes? I mean.. she probably wants to talk..?"

Hisashi had to take care to mind his shadow as otherwise his tails probably would've been lashing in irritation at not knowing what everyone else seemed to know. Suddenly he felt an arm drape over his shoulders and he looked up to see one of his classmates, ready to lead him into their classroom but apparently with an intention to enlighten him along the way..

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A very different Hisashi awaited the visit in the Rose Garden. Gone was his confusion and in its place an almost unbearable sort of confidence. Of course she was going to confess! He was a catch in his own form and certainly no different in this one. Better still, he'd recalled how he knew her. So she was a nice girl! He could really give that a chance. Learn some new and different human habits. Win-win all around.

Hisashi sat in plain sight on one of the benches and waited, looking very neat and-.. had he even combed his hair since that conversation? It sure seemed like it. He was always clean and well-groomed, after all, no matter the form. For the moment he had a smirk on his face and his arms folded as he leaned back on the bench, eyes closed in thought as he considered what he might say to her.