Impressive Subject {Open}

[ori shimamiya]

He was supposed to be studying, he'd promised himself to do this for the test coming up for one of his classes, although he'd brought the book and everything, he just couldn't force himself to pick it up and pretend to care what was in it. So it ended up going right back into his book bag, which was hung over the back of the chair much like a woman would hang her purse. This was not something he intentionally did though, it just sort of happened. Such as the way Ori lifted his pinky each time he took a sip of the warm coffee he'd purchased.

He wasn't personally fond of the stuff, but it was a good pick me up, plus it could warm him, since he'd been feeling oddly cold today. Ori was never one to feel the chill that others felt whenever it was weather such as this. It'd been that way forever, so it was odd that it would change now, and so suddenly.
Also since it was such dreadful weather, he couldn't do much outside, he couldn't force himself into studying, so he just spent his time looking up things on his phone.

Strange things, such as the entire history of spoons, a subject in which he'd looked up on a day much like this a long time ago. That was out of sheer boredom though. He updated his Facebook, and other things, just barely steering clear of texting his friend Yoshiya all of his problems and telling him how much he missed home and everything else. Since most likely Yoshiya was working, sleeping, or taking care of his father. Ori was grateful he wouldn't have someone depending on him so heavily, Yoshiya's father couldn't help it though. The poor man had just caught his wife cheating, and was in such a deep depression that he lost his job and was living off of his savings account and what little money his son brought home from working at the local Cafe.

Thankfully, everything here was cleaner and better kept than back in his hometown. It felt so different to be in a place where the waiters and waitresses didn't look like they wanted to drop dead from the poor working conditions that no amount of government could solve. He knew he would grow to like it here, it only took time. Ori wasn't known for patience though.

Word Count: 403 Words
Status: Complete <3
Notes: Hopefully I didn't ramble too much Also please forgive the lack of proper thread name !

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[ori shimamiya]

Ori almost jumped at the sound of a man’s voice, he'd been so into god knows what on his bright little IPhone he hadn't noticed the over powering presence of the other male. Looking up, he recognized the teacher. He couldn't say he disliked the man, he just couldn't say he was fond of him, then again, Ori had never been fond of a teacher, ever. Even so, he took his feet off of the second chair, thankfully his boots weren't dirty. Had he been in his school uniform the pants would've surely tracked mud or something deemed unclean.

"Sure, it’s not bothering me any." he said, casually, he could always speak easily to teachers. When it came to students or others, his voice always got quiet, and Ori, trying to be polite turned his attention away from the phone. The blonde had always found it rude whenever he was talking to someone and they had their head in something else. He could never judge though, since Ori Shimamiya didn't exactly hold the award for "Best Manners of 2012."

He took a small sip of his coffee, before looking outside quickly to assess the amount of rainfall, which was still heavy, still fairly disgusting looking. So he wouldn't be leaving this teachers side any time soon. This very thought both excited and frightened him; he'd never taken the time to get to know a teacher. So he just assumed they were grumpy people that got locked up in the teachers’ lounge at night, then again, if Ori had to deal with himself and so many students each day, he'd probably be in a bad mood too. Who wouldn't?

Word Count: 278
Status: Completed
Notes: Omg so short for me!

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