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Post by Naota Nandaba on Dec 5, 2010 22:36:22 GMT -5
Naota let out a small chuckle, "Now what is there to do outside of these walls, for fun?" He said trying to test her.
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Post by daria on Dec 5, 2010 22:37:14 GMT -5
"People watch. There's a karaoke place where you can sit back and enjoy howling dogs... I mean, fellow students," Daria spouted, leading Naota to the courtyard.
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Post by Naota Nandaba on Dec 5, 2010 22:41:26 GMT -5
Naota let out a small chuckle. "Do you like it here?" He said following close behind her.
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Post by daria on Dec 5, 2010 22:42:05 GMT -5
"As much as I enjoy walking on hot coals," Daria sighed.
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Post by Naota Nandaba on Dec 5, 2010 22:49:19 GMT -5
Naota sighed a bit, knowing what she meant, after his 'incident' he didn't want to go to school either. "So what keeps you going?" He wasn't sure if that was a personal question to ask, but he really didn't care, it's not like he had anyone else to talk to.
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Post by daria on Dec 5, 2010 22:50:06 GMT -5
"The fact that it's keeping me from the working world," Daria chuckled.
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Post by Naota Nandaba on Dec 5, 2010 22:54:46 GMT -5
"So you would rather stay in a place you do not like, then work at a place that is potentially better?" he ask because he was slightly confused by what she had said.
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Post by daria on Dec 5, 2010 22:57:07 GMT -5
"It's ridiculous that they force you to pick what you want to do with your life so early. Especially how most teenagers are so airheaded they don't even know WHO THEY ARE, nonetheless what they'd be happy doing," Daria explained, "Welcome to the courtyard, by the way."
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Post by Naota Nandaba on Dec 5, 2010 23:43:45 GMT -5
Naota stopped in his tracks, not even realizing they made it outside. He was taking in her words like they actually meant something to him. At a young age he always thought he knew what he wanted to do, acting all grown up. "Do you know what you want to do now?" He replied to her staring at a large tree.
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Post by daria on Dec 5, 2010 23:46:59 GMT -5
"I think I wanna write poems," Daria hadn't been this open to anyone except Jane. Something about this kid made her think he had potential to replace her snappy, mature artist friend, "But there's not much of a market for it out there beyond greeting cards."
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Post by Naota Nandaba on Dec 5, 2010 23:49:21 GMT -5
"Books," He said replying to her last statement. "Ever thought of that?"
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Post by daria on Dec 5, 2010 23:50:33 GMT -5
"Nobody buys poetry books these days. It's all the same humdrum romance novels involving characters so mary sue that they couldn't even exist in reality," Daria sat down at a picnic table.
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Post by Naota Nandaba on Dec 5, 2010 23:54:16 GMT -5
"Hey, if I found a good poetry book I'd buy it in an instant." He replied to her as he sat across from her. "It's sad that its becoming a dying breed to say." He kept his glare down at the table, not wanting to see how she would react to what he had just said.
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Post by daria on Dec 5, 2010 23:55:54 GMT -5
Daria actually smiled. This didn't happen often, "At least there's people like you and me that appreciate dead art."
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Post by Naota Nandaba on Dec 6, 2010 0:04:20 GMT -5
Naota looked up to her with the smile on her face. His face turn a slight red, and diverged his eyes away from her. "Yea, to bad not a lot of people see it the way we do." He said keeping his eyes directly off of her.
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