(I did what I could gonna knock out meow)
The bus jostled forward after it picked up the remainder of passengers and parted from the stop rejoin the flows of traffic. Among the headcount were generic, borderline identically white collar businessmen and women, newspapers and phones practically glued to their hands displaying how poorly the one yen coin was doing. There were also your average folk, average trade workers, average children... in general, the layout was quite, surprisingly enough, average. Save for one denizen on this voyage for however many stops he needed to traverse. This boy was anything but nondescript. It wasn't that he looked out of the ordinary. In fact, he was a member of the Japanese teenage populace whose hair was somehow
naturally different from the norm, kinda like the stuff you only find in manga or with trope-bound anime characters. But this being real life, so genes was obviously to blame here rather than a narrow cerulean palette. That being said, whilst the boy was confounded by ties to reality, that didn't mean he was unable to enclose himself in his own little bubble.
In laymen's terms, he was musing. His thoughts surged through the numerous sources of electricity that surrounded him, as if they embodied a grid granted just for his access, powered with the energy of Ai Ninomiya's voice. And of course the prospect of whether he brought too little or too much manga.
Of course."Huwawawa, crap, crap, did I bring enough?! Wait, I'm living with other people, right? What if I take up too much room?! Crap, there's also the mobile system. And all of my DVDs! Also my contraptions and workbench! And my dakimkur-Well, they weren't exactly mere thoughts anymore. Ender anxiously machine-gunned words under his breath as he raked through turquoise locks. Passive gazes couldn't help but to be drawn to the peculiar spectacle. While he continued to ponder how utterly screwed he was, the boy failed to keep track of how many stops the bus had made during his partially-contained panic attack.
Next stop is..."Tertiary character say what... Ender proceeded to let out muffled cry as he smushed his face against the bus door's window in utter defeat,
"OH MY REM IS BEST GIRL NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
There was a measurement of truth consummately woven into Ninomiya's soothing words. He was in earnest "On His Own." Ender rested on this notion while dedicated a few sparse moments to catching his breath before the gates of a particular academic institution. From Yokohama to Tokyo. Not as long of a journey as surely a number of his classmates surely made, but his attempts to facilitate the flow of oxygen weren't made out of exasperation from his travels. The city was...
loud, its volume still remained nearly just as intense even on its outskirts.
"You anticipated this, come on. Just keep breathing. Breathe." It would take some acclimating, that was for damn sure. To gauge the sensation as just nauseating was understating it. He could at least be thankful for the saving grace that the school wasn't oriented in the nucleus of the city. The glass was always half-full of mountain dew as far as Ender was concerned. The boy gulped down the last of his unrest, smoothed out his posture, and drew over the scrunched up expression with a youthful smile. It wasn't the time to be stagnate! No! A school life full of wonders and new expanses was before him! As it goes, every great story always starts with that first step.
"Link Ring Link!"And then Ender face-planted into the cold, unloving school walkway.
"Urgh...death...flag..."
He was late. Later than the second season to Baccano. Which meant he was very, very,
very late. Even the White Rabbit was more punctual than him. He filled his schoolbag with the necessities during his short-lived stop at the dorms: A notepad, essential academic articles, an ASUS laptop, a PS Vita, a Nintendo 3DS, volume 3 of Instant Bullet, and a backscratcher he designed himself. The
necessities. The pair of headphones destined to never be separated from his hair was implicit.
Ender came bolting down incongruously curved hallway practically caterwauling. Thankfully his attire fit the situation, otherwise this run would have been a lot more hectic. Suddenly he caught sight of what he presumed to be his class en route to a training area,
"I'M SO SORRY THAT I'M-" late. He was going to say late. Was. Until he slipped, again, and toppled onto the cold, unloving school tiles. New horizons, new bearings he had to take hold of. But all servos with into overdrive when he sensed the presence of a peculiar entity.
"OH!" In the blink of an eye the student was back on his feet, as if the prior scene hadn't even transpired. In the next blink, he was next to a few of the students, but his gaze solely lied on the robot clenched in one of their hands. A girl's, a quick glance deduced.
"Coooooooool! Is this custom made? Did you do the wiring yourself, it's pretty orderly! Good choice on the battery voltage by the way! Current flows really we-" It was then that Ender made the educated decision to stop himself.
"S-Sorry. Lost myself th- oh, jeez, I need to check in with the professor!" And just like that, the overly caffeinated bunny that was Ender Kazetani worked around the students and abruptly appeared next to the adult leading the ducklings.
"Please excuse me for my tardiness, sir! And also thank you for allowing me to attend this institution, the financial package was unb- wait, should I be thanking admission- eh, erm, still thank you!"Perhaps the unfortunate students who had to bear witness to him fanboying over Megan's robot picked up on something strange. He only spoke about its internals.
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