The Move(open)

[Akumu Akuhei Musou]

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[Arashi Arca]

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An eyebrow raised in amusement at the annoyed voice and his maw opened into a laugh of amusement. "That's no way to greet your superior. Say it with me now, good afternoon Arashi-san. Or you can go with 'sama.' Try it. Arashi-sama."
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[Meiko Hayashihara]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=style, background:#E9F1FB; vertical-align:top;width:500px;height:450px; border-radius: 4px 4px 4px 4px; bTable][tr][atrb=style, background:#C8DDFB; width:30px] [tr] It's so easy to make believe, it seems you're livin' in a dream Don't you see that what you need is standing in front of you? [tr][atrb=style, background:#E9F1FB; padding: 4px; opacity: 0.7] Meiko had gotten a reminder on her phone in the middle of class that her Guardian was supposed to be moving in that day. It was her latest in a string of ones that simply hadn't worked for various reasons, leaving her quite fed up. She didn't rush through the class, but did snag one of her TAs for the rest of the classes that day, handing off her notes for the day to the girl, and heading back home. She debated briefly about changing into her more typical clothing - leotards and skinny jeans - before deciding it wasn't worth the effort. She'd prefer to make a professional impression upon this latest one before they figured out her other, less "professional" profession. (People assuming leotards equaled skankalicious were one of her greatest pet peeves, truly!) In fact, her only check of her appearance before heading down to her rooms was a quick stop in front of a window to make sure the bobby pins holding her bun together hadn't been destroyed yet. She spent more money on bobby pins than any normal human should have to, she'd swear sometimes, but it was her hair's fault for being so damned curly and intractable. She reached the area near her room in time to hear the voice of her new Guardian - Musou, wasn't that his surname? - in a rather rude comment to Arashi. Oh dear. Arashi's reply was perfect, though, and she gracefully swept around the corner, straightening her blazer as she moved. Meiko was a graceful silhouette, and very professorial in her suit. It was more masculine than most of the other women she worked with, by virtue of being an actual three piece suit, complete with a vest over her button down, but the internet was to blame for her forays into looking dapper. (That seemed to be one of the things that drew other lesbians, so she'd emulated it when deciding the sort of front she would give off as a professor - she spent a third of her time in the stuff, her wardrobe might as well be different from her more usual dance clothing). "Arashi-san, remind me later to let you look at my exchange students' paper," she said, unlocking her door and entering for the brief moment it took to set her briefcase on the table in the entryway, exit, and lock again, though she had a brief pause to savor the fact that Arashi was wearing the collar she had bought him. One of her poor undergrad students was an exchange student from America, and the boy apparently hailed from some sort of religious institution, as every paper he turned in included some sort of reference to his religion, along with the to-be-expected wonky grammar of most transfer students. "His grammar's gotten better, so it won't be quite so painful." The constant references had prompted her to start letting Arashi read them after she had graded them, since she knew he enjoyed absurd things, and there was nothing more absurd than the papers of some of her undergraduates. She turned, now, moved from her door to the one directly across the hall, sparing a glance down the hall at the other shut and silent doors, to study her new Guardian, scrutinizing for a moment, before she spoke. "Welcome, Musou-san," she said, and inclined her body in a fairly traditional greeting of a superior to a subordinate. Hey, what else was she supposed to use all those manners classes she'd been forced to take as a child for? "I hope your living space is in acceptable condition." The last Guardian she'd been stuck with had been a slob, and she wasn't entirely sure the man'd been properly cleaned up after. Her own rooms and things were always kept pristinely organized and clean, and a week dealing with that particular one had been...impossible. Eurgh. She preferred not to think about it. (She hadn't been able to walk in their door for all the clothing scattered across it). Thank god it wasn't the sort of apartment living shared with a roommate, that they all had their own kitchen and bathrooms. She'd starved in college rather than have a roommate, she'd have lived above her studio if she'd had to for living at their headquarters. "I am the Water Chair, Meiko. This is Arashi, Guardian for the Wind Chair. We will answer any questions you may have, though I can't guarantee the answers will be correct should a question be phrased in the tone you answered Arashi-san's greeting with." Her smile was as sweet as could be. Experience with the various other idiots she'd been stuck with had taught her to be blunt in her discussion with her Guardians. In a moment, she'd explain her expectations on his behavior to him, tailored to what she judged needed to be said, based off of his reaction to her appearance and greeting. Some people, she needed to slap in the face with a sign that said 'lesbian', others she needed to smack with the expectation that they had to knock on her door like everyone else if they wanted to talk to her. It really all depended on their reactions and what she then deemed necessary.

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