“H-Hey!” Reflexively, lean extremities are in motion, steadying the clumsy teenager to a more stable position yet still keeping a supportive palm upon her shoulder. ”You alright?”

"....h-huh?? "  Wow he was pretty handsome. A real dream boat, of course no one was a  match for her precious Darien. Yet that didn't stop this pretty girl in a sailor suit from looking and admiring the beauty in others.  His hold on her is gentle and a light blush is present upon fair skin.    "I'm okay .."       What's with the get up though? He's probably in some mega cool themed band or something.

Ritsuko Okazaki - 小さな祈り (Chiisana Inori) [A Small Prayer/Little Prayer] {OST. Fruits Basket}

"......?"    She's curious no doubt. How could anyone fall asleep with all of this ruckus going on. People were gabbing and yacking left and right.  But if he was able to sleep through that, what if the poor guy ended up sleeping through his stop. Carefully with a gentle nudge of the shoulder, she attempts to awaken the sleeping one.

moonxdusted

He seems to have fallen asleep on the train, perhaps it’d be best to awaken him?

"Haha, yeah I figured, sorry about starin' weirdly before...."          Well that's what you get for being a weirdo about things when meeting new people. C'mon Serena try not to make a bad first impression here. Though this Kamui  mentions... what's that mean?   "Kamui...?  God?    You mean like that anime about the boy named Kamui that was going to destory the world or save it? That one totally intense but I couldn't get into it too much. 'Not really into the gory stuff ."

     ﹛ ✂ ｝┅┅ ;

                                       ❝ Super hero? I’m nothin’ like that, girl. ❞

     Hands placed on her hips, the vagabond raised an eyebrow. That person was a sailor outfit as well, also it was totally common as a school uniform. Granted, Ryuko’s looked quite different, not to mention it was actually alive.

                                       ❝ You aren’t talkin’ about kamui, though?                                            Would be kinda odd, if there were more… ❞

Dear muns who play the same muse as me,

          You’re very cool (and you have good taste in muses), and if you want to, we should totally be friends. None of this silly jealousy stuff, come love me. Add me on skype, talk headcanons with me, do crack with me. There’s no reason not to be pals, you’re awesome.

                                                                    Love Always, me.

hi my name is bre and if I appear in your inbox breathing or something else dumb that means you're rad and ilu. kthx.

ew it smells like loser around here. 

adios for now. 

Why  am I getting this really weird feeling?  Brows furrow as she stares into the  glass window, and her lips twist in discomfort. There's some mega weird vibes coming from behind her , she knows it. Slowly her head turns and wouldn't you know it there's somebody oogling like they've found the next ticket to a buffet. Oh what a curse it is to be beautiful sometimes. Flattered as she is a bead of sweat drops from the side of her head and azures return to their fixed position on the glass shoes. " They're so.. expensive."  But the feeling remains and once again she turns to see the stranger has yet to move. "ummm... do you.... need something?"

Hiroshi is more or less minding his own business as he walks by, although it doesn’t take long before his attention is caught.  Turning towards the girl, he’s almost drooling to himself as he starts to swoon over the golden buns that sit upon the other’s head.

"Woaaah, those are so pretty~." He giggles in a high-pitched tone before he blinks a few times before he realizes he doesn’t recognize the name of the store, or the street their on for that matter.  His head starts to dart in all sorts of different directions before he starts to groan lightly.

"I’m lost…" He mumbles, although he quickly shakes his head with a shrug.  "Ah well.  If all else fails I’ll just go back to the office or~ I can just wait for Kei or Yuuta to call me!"

And thus he goes back to cooing over Serena’s hair.  "Oh ho ho, she puts so much care into that hairstyle! I wonder what sort of conditioner she uses… It’s probably pretty tasty~."

  Well it's good to know that the civilians didn't think a super hero running around was weird or anything. It was almost common back home but Americans apparently had issues just as big with creepy capers running amok and justice had to be served by those just like her. Or.. perhaps not exactly.. where there Sailor Senshi over here somewhere? The spider guy wasn't one though. Oh that's right... she was supposed to make contact with him soon. Well  there's always tomorrow.     She stands and dusts off the sailor skirt  and wiping away the rest of the remaining light tears. Homesickness would have to wait for now. She nods politely with a bright smile. " The pretty Guardian in a Sailor Suit. Sailor Moon." For a brief second the next sentence began to flow from her lips but since this woman was not a threat only a nervous giggle follows. Woops. Force of habit. 

"Just doing my job is all, there was a crook who stole a purse so I went after him. "  It wasn't as difficult as fighting Youma that's for sure but the bad was pretty darn violent. 

She had no idea what this girl was wearing, why she was wearing it, why her hair was done up like that . All those inconsequential things that didn’t get in the way of one fact that science didn’t need to solve.

This young girl was crying and Gwen Stacy just happened to see it. 

"Just worry about you for a second. Believe it or not, I’m actually really experienced with this kind of stuff happening in the city.” If being around when everyone with the dangerous powers showed up had a class, she would have graduated it and earned herself a degree.

"Now what are you doing all the way out here? I could say the same thing."

dsrgfafgri asdiufgsad I'M GONNA PEE!

"Oooh you little snoop!"    Or big snoop rather. He's still snooping in other people's business and being a major headache.  Though it's within seconds and no time for her to react that the test is stolen from her grasp. Darn it all! Why did Darien have to be so tall!? If he could magically shrink or something she'd no doubt have the upper hand in all of their little spats.  Why in the heck did she put up with a jerk like him hangin' around anyway? He's never nice and he's a total snob. Oh okay so maybe the snob part was a bit of an exaggeration. Still he's a real meanie!     Standing on the tips of her toes , hands swat at him to reach the exam but it is all in vain. There's no getting it back now. Cheeks puffing into a pout and hands balled into fists at her sides. The girl is fuming with irritation.  "Well don't feel embarrassed!" Come on, come on.. think of an even more intense come back. " You big... potato!"    Nice...potato. Insult of the century right there. Oh but to insult the desires of a young maiden. What a low blow! "oh!!" There we go. The paper floats back in her direction but a light wind picks up and smack dab on the face it goes. " Owww!"  Why was he always like this? Why was it always her? There's no benefit from messing around like this, for it only ended with both of them name calling and acting like children. Yet, he's charming...in a he can dress nice kind of way she supposed. Ughh  There's more important things to worry about, like finding out who the heck is this Moon princess. Or.. catching up on the latest Sailor V comic, yeah maybe she'd tackle that first.      "You know what ....Studying so much only leads to stress. There's a lot more to life than getting good grades all the time and all that jazz. Maybe you should learn to appreciate the fun things a little more before you end up a grumpy mean old man. " He's already got two of those taken care of. 

“You’re the one who threw your trash in my face.”

 His grin is positively impish at the upper hand that  he’s gained. Of course he knows the way he’s  treating her is borderline bullying, especially when  her abysmal grades were easy pickings, but just  seeing her so incensed brought on a certain near  sadistic sense of delight. He’ll be the first person  to admit that he enjoyed teasing her ———- much to  the disapproval of Andrew and, well, he’s sure if he  had other friends they wouldn’t be happy either.

 It’s an easy enough task to pluck the paper from her  fingers again, since he feels that he has some sort  of claim to it now that he’s been victim to it. With a  raised eyebrow he goes over the answers, one hand  rubbing at his chin as he makes certain to keep the  paper well out of reach of her grasping fingers.

“For your information I actually put effort into my studies  so I don’t pull off answers like these. This is so bad  even I’m feeling embarrassed for you.”

 He flicks the paper back in her direction. There’s a kind  of hilarity to be found at the terrible translations inked  across that test and he’s already had his fill.

“Maybe you should focus a little less on the shoes and  video games and more on your studies.”

 And maybe that’s the heart of why he can never let up  on the teasing ———- the kernal of resentment he  harbours towards her near carefree style of life. What  does a girl like her know about any worries beyond a  crummy grade.

                  Katsuragi saw her trip from the corner of his eye, tearing his attention away from his phone for a moment enough to jog over to where the pig tailed girl had landed.

                  "Are you alright, miss…?" When she looks up his dark hair was haloed by the bright sun as he held down his hand for her, offering it to help her get back up onto her feet.

"ahnn... ehh.. who put that rock there."    Rubbing the back of her head..(while really she should have been tending to the scratch on her cheek that was bleeding a bit.) this pretty girl in a sailor uniform sees a beautiful boy. Is he an angel?  Cheeks flushed with a crimson tone and a light pitter patter of her heart.. wow.  "Ahh.. I'm." her hand reaches out to him, thankful for his help as she's able to stand to her feet. "I'm okay." 

"his dark hair was haloed by the bright sun as he held down his hand for her,"

  The guy sure new how to charm a gal. One day he says... but she decides to leave it alone and not pursue conversation in that direction. But that sure is one exotic name he's got, sounds Greek... or was that Roman, or.. something. One of those really fancy pants languages!  "Nice to meet ya' Vanitas."    Oh no. Now she's feeling a tad awkward as delicate fingers begin to fiddle with the blue sailor skirt of uniform. Say something smart Serena. Don't be a dork and just suddenly space out."Yknow after talkin' about Tv channels I just realized I missed my favorite anime last night. it's a total killer when your mom locks you in your room to do your homework and won't let you downstairs except for dinner. Ouuughhhhh it's such a pain." Though continue on she could, there's a squeak that leaves her throat and an embarrassed giggle follows.   "ahhhhhhn.........sorry. I'm bein' a total drag."

"No, but you will be one day won’t you?" he murmured, more to himself than anything. An eyebrow went up as she rambled a bit about the idea of free tv channels, a soft snort slipping out. She was going to be one of those adorable idiots, wasn’t she?

"Vanitas," he replied when she stopped to breathe. "Call me Vanitas." There was something about her though; if he traced the paths he could definitely see being a Queen in the future, but her self in the present…

Well, no sense in ruining the surprise for himself, right? He dropped the threads in his mind’s eye, letting them resettle. He’d find out who she really was the old fashioned way.