Snippet #2072084

The afternoon swam by, the boring, longwinded teachers - which Yuki tuned out whenever they weren't talking about something important directly in relation to her - being interrupted only by the occasional bits of carefree chatter from the cocky group next to her, or by the few brave souls who ventured back to ask her seven thousand different pointless questions about what her favorite book was, or if she had ever been in a relationship. She slipped up and instinctively answered "The Art of War" to the first, and dismissed the second as quickly as possible, incidentally. Fortunately, the occasional would-be admirer soon tired of their activity, and departed, probably to get lunch, since the bell for it had just rung.

It was just when she was just preparing to rejoice in her solitude and head for the nearest secluded place on campus - probably the roof, as she knew few people frequented such places - before she snapped that she found herself being addressed yet again, this time by one of the boys next to her, who stood and began to speak the moment she noticed him enough to turn her amber eyes in his direction.

Apparently, he wanted her to join him for lunch - a fact which, while frustrating on its own, was made even for of a nuisance by the knowledge that this group of friends apparently already frequented the roof of the school during this period - which meant that the only polite response would be to accommodate him. Although this frustrated her to no end, she did her best to conceal it, keeping her face in its usual placid, calm mask and her voice in its customary polite, respectful tone.

"Well, then I suppose she'll be happy, then. I don't really have anywhere better to go or know my way around, so I suppose I'll join you for a change of scenery," She replied ambiguously, unconsciously patting the head of the dog that was currently using her lap as a pillow, as though the animal was pleading her not to leave it alone amongst the lunatics that surrounded it. Well, reluctant as she was, there was no other option, so the young heiress quickly packed her books into her bag, gently slipped away from the large, cuddly hound, and rose to her feet, holding her bag casually at waist level.

"Shall we go, then?" She asked, motioning to the door with no trace of the disgust she felt at being dragged into a circle of conversation she had no desire to partake of.