Emiko chuckled softly, "If you're not a rule follower, then are you sure teaching is a good field for you to be in?" She asked teasingly. "What are your priorities?" She asked curiously, "Something like Food, Shelter, Money, Job, Friends, or would it be more logical to put money before job, no that wouldn't make much sense, would it?" She bit down on her lower lip in thought for a while, before she simply dismissed the thought out of lack of energy to think. "Anyway, I'll stop questioning you right after I kinda ask you why you did that and if you somehow think I'm pretty even if I kinda know you probably don't but still
, you kissed me more than once so obviously you don't hate me. . .but. . .but. . .Um. . " She said everything a bit quickly, some words jumbling together. She couldn't complete the sentence, she didn't want to know the answer to that. She didn't think it would be the one she wanted to hear. Still, the thought lingered in her mind, Do you like me?
Daichi let out bit of a relieved sigh when she didn't begin yelling at him, he was a bit scared that she wouldn't understand what he wanted to say. He didn't mean it like that, heck, he'd never even thought the words like that, they just came out. "Mr.Wallace? The Alchemy guy? Don't tell me you're with him or anything," He mumbled. That guy was young enough, and he seemed cool, and even he had to admit that his tan was cool. His suspicion subsided a bit when she said she wasn't seeing anyone else, but he still bit down on his lip nervously. Jealously might have been one of his flaws. "So you don't like, hate me or anything? That's good," He mumbled, resting his head on he shoulder.
"Truthfully, I’ve seen it for the first time
Girl's Generation | SNSD
The deep eyes, like a scarred beast"