[Rin managed to at least get some rest up until second period, where she returned to class determined to put the events of the beginning of the day behind her, never to be spoken of in polite company for the rest of her life. Granted, she got a few odd, curious looks from a number of her peers (nevermind a few of the fangirls who would practically hiss at her every time she'd pass them by.), but those were easy to ignore.
For the most part, however, the rest of the day passed by uneventfully. Sure, she had to constantly look over her shoulder for any sign of Oikawa (just as a precaution, because life gives you lemons), but didn't come across him again.
Rin breathed a sigh of relief. It was like the Powers That Be decided, "ah, let's give this poor magus a break. Werk it, girl!"
And that's how it was. Now, it was the end of the day, and Rin has a fairly relaxed look on her face as she heads down the hallways of Aoba Jousai. Her gameplan? Hit the bookstore for a bit, homework, then arcane study. Maybe make Archer cook dinner after sending him out on patrol.
Giggling a bit to herself, she heads through the front doors, briskly walking toward the gates to freedom.]
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Date: 2015-05-18 03:02 pm (UTC)For the most part, however, the rest of the day passed by uneventfully. Sure, she had to constantly look over her shoulder for any sign of Oikawa (just as a precaution, because life gives you lemons), but didn't come across him again.
Rin breathed a sigh of relief. It was like the Powers That Be decided, "ah, let's give this poor magus a break. Werk it, girl!"
And that's how it was. Now, it was the end of the day, and Rin has a fairly relaxed look on her face as she heads down the hallways of Aoba Jousai. Her gameplan? Hit the bookstore for a bit, homework, then arcane study. Maybe make Archer cook dinner after sending him out on patrol.
Giggling a bit to herself, she heads through the front doors, briskly walking toward the gates to freedom.]