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located in Japan, a part of Fruits Basket: N Generation, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Rin Sohma Character Portrait: Kohaku Sohma Character Portrait: Tatsuo R. Sohma
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“But are you sure you aren’t mistaking the monkey for the chicken?” Those words vibrated through her mind as she considered them. What did she mean? 'Maybe she didnt get the point' However the way she voiced those words- it couldnt just mean nothing. 'She's defiantly picking on me.. but what..'
"Ah its Kohaku-Kun!" He blinks and turns his attention towards a pair of girls, who were maybe a year below him. Not sure on how to respond, he allowed his manors to take course.
"Good morning.." They both sqeaked shyly.
A boyish smile pulled at his lips and he nodded a polite greeting. "Good morning." resuming towards class, he heard the squeals of the two behind him. Oh how females react. Why though. Maybe it was because the sohmas were popular, both females and males alike for they all had their charms. However it was him [aka her] that was the only one who can be touched by females, which could be troublesome during valentimes.. He shuddered.
'so females squeal, kya, and blush- why?"- “But are you sure you aren’t mistaking the monkey for the chicken?” '....' His eyes widened in realization and his hand automactically covered his red cheeks . W-what, She thought that! What did he/she ever do to apply that! Not sure on how to feel, she inhaled quietly. Calm.. Smoothly, she regained composure, but couldnt help but fluster at the idea.
Did she like the ram?
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Tatsou nodded. "Alright thank you, mhm..good bye." Closing his cell, he sighed. Turns out that one of the teaching roles at the school were open, and now he was officially a nurse and homeroom teacher supposedly. Really the one who picked up was stuttering and chit chatting the whole time, so he had no idea what he gotten into. "...damn.." Slipping out a cig, he tucked it between his lips and lit it. What was he going to do. He had no choice but to follow orders.
He did owe her after all. He was one of the reasons for her misery, and heartless person.
What could he do for her other then serve her///
Besides, he scoffed, this could be a good opportunity to relax.
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Laid acrossed the floor, was a dump of fabric, or more specifically, Rin the head. With her dark hair pooled around her, she remained limp against the bamboo floors, her breath almost non existent...
The main house was empty. And It was so quiet. No zodiacs, and most of the maids were gone attending chours, even the birds stopped chirping. This was painful. They're was nothing to distract her from her suffering, and the bearings were even heavier.
"It hurts." She cried quietly, hoping for someone to come to her. No one. And she knew that from the start that no one was going to be for her. Not even the rat. Not even the family she gave her life for.
Oh well.. With an inwardly grimance, she closed her eyes and waited.