07-12-2009, 03:52 AM
Dimitri's head felt like it had been dunked in a great pool of water. He wasn't dizzy, he just felt kind of... floaty. Maybe that was because he was finally in highschool... but it was going to be the strangest highschool he'd ever imagined. For a freshman who'd moved to Japan just a few weeks ago from America for the sole reason of being able to play music abnormally well, the whole thing was like a huge whirlwind in his mind.
Lucky for me I took Japanese in elementary, Dimitri thought sarcastically. He had enjoyed learning the language, but he'd never even dreamed that he'd need to use his skills so soon after he'd finished the course. Joy.
Right now Dimitri was walking from his new dorm, his white uniform standing out against the red brickwork and his bookbag held over his shoulder, with his roommate Ryou. Ryou's uniform was Black, like most of the kids who attended Cordei, but that kid was an absolute nut. The moment Dimitri had opened the door to his new room, Ryou had almost barreled into him while trying desperately to escape from a small phile, which was hissing and bubbling, with an angry red colour. The burn on the roof over that spot had constintely reminded Dimitri to peek through the room's window to see what experiment Ryou was conducting before daring to step inside.
"You've gotta tell me what goes on in that special class of yours, okay, Dimitri?" Ryou was saying, speaking so fast that Dimitri almost couldn't understand him. "And you've gotta fill me in on this really hot babe I saw earlier, you won't be able to miss her, she was wearing bangles and necklaces and everything as well as the normal White Uniform, you've gotta help me out with this, I..." Dimitri tuned out about then, his head throbbing from having to translate Ryou's speech so quickly.
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