a m b i e n c e ||

so far away from where you are
I'M STANDING UNDERNEATH THE STARS
AND I WISH YOU WERE HERE
i miss the years that were eraced

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Riiiiiiiiing.

Step, step, step. His shoes hit the ground in a repetitive manner. He held a book at his side as well as a bento he had prepared the morning of. It was peculiar, really. He always came out here to eat. In the garden. It held no particular interest to him. How odd. Oh well, it wasn't as though it really mattered. Just a thought that probably helps make this post look longer.

Yuuki plopped down onto one of the benches, crossing his legs as he set down his lunch as well as the book he had held. Maybe he should have eaten in the classrooms? ...maybe. He unwrapped the lunch from it's girlish cover and set it down in front of him. "...shit." He muttered, looking at the rather decadent meal in front of him. He had made too much again, hadn't he?

He sighed dejectedly, twirling his almost teal colored tendrils around his finger. He had a habit of doing that. The few times Yuuki did cook he over did it. ...and it was cute food too. He picked up one of the panda shaped riceballs and grimaced. Damn it. He had done it again. He set it back down, glancing at the cabbage rolls he had created and pinned with flower stemmed toothpicks.

..he just wouldn't eat today! That was right. He could do that, right?

Yuuki picked up the book he held, looking inside it. ..this wasn't his book.

Oh, crap. It was Ava? Aven? Whatever her name was, it was that one girl. Eh. She'd probably come to get her book anyway. ..maybe take his lunch with her too. Whatever.

TAGG! avaaaaaa. c:
WORD COUNT! idk. too lazy.
NOTES! haha. this suckkkkkedddd.
LYRICS! from where you are by lifehouse.
CREDITS! lyrics and images belong to their proper owners. post template and content as well as character idea belong to lilly. don't sue me plz. <3

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If you fail, at least you tried

Springtime.

The gardens were in blossom, and color screamed to life around every turn. It was truly a sight to behold.

At least, it would have been if a Certain Russian could see it. Said Russian was currently stomping through the gardens of Ouran, so affected by her allergies to almost every known thing on the planet that she could hardly see where she was going for the tears in her eyes.

Rounding a corner, she sniffed in a very watery manner and let out an explosive sneeze. Stupid people stealing her books! Well, she'd seen the culprit, and had trailed him into the gardens, working up the resolve to get her much-needed book back. Of course, it was probably just an honest mistake; the book was in Russian, and she severely doubted the book-thief's Russian-reading capabilities. Secondly, it was on musical theory. No one in their right mind would read something on musical theory unless they were trying to get a firm grasp of it, and, once again, she severely doubted this person was interested in Russian musical theory.

Turning a corner and wiping at her eyes and nose with a much-needed kleenex, the very aggravated Aven was unable to pick her feet up enough to miss the thick vine snaking across her path.

Needless to say, the Russian tumbled face-first into the grass, shoulderbag scattering its contents in a not-so-fancy manner.

Russian was an eloquent language to curse in, and Aven did so fervently as she pushed herself up to her knees and began gathering her stuff up again. It was mostly books and sheet music. What a nerd.

And grass stains on her school uniform! Wonderful.

Spitting out some unruly hair and grass bits, the Russian quickly pulled her hair back into a ponytail and got up, looking around quickly, hoping with all her might that no one had seen her spill. She didn't stay still for long, however; she had a book thief to find!

Turning her head back around, Aven spotted the young man on a bench not thirty yards from her.

Oh.

Putting on her best "I am polite yet aloof" face, she started forward, stopping in front of him.

"Hi. I...uh, you have my book." She stated flatly. Didn't quite come out the way she'd wanted it to...

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