[He blinks once, before breaking into a beaming smile.]
Not to worry, I understand completely! Just typical boss-employee stuff~♪
[He's teasing her. Though he doesn't think she's lying. Whatever she may feel for her boss, she's the type to have business on the brain more often than not. And her next words make it clear what she really considers those practice rooms to be useful for.]
I'll keep that in mind. Hopefully they smell better than the last ice cream place did.
[It'd be nice if he didn't have to tell her about any murders ever again. But as long as they're still being held captive, the need for clandestine convos won't go away. Also, in a few months' time he will have another murder to tell her about. Fun!
Now, would he rather be discussing murder in one of the practice rooms, or attending the class on Edging 101? Tough call, especially considering he still doesn't completely understand what edging is! But this is obviously a description of that sort of class, which is so not what they're here for.]
Beats me! I'm just a new student~♪
[He'll pretend he knows nothing about this school and why they might be advertising sex classes. He's the free-spirited transfer student, she's the helpful class rep! That's the game here! And so he'll follow after her without trying to read the other flyers or lingering any longer on the thought of Edging 101 (nor will he consider questions like "Is there an Edging 201"?).
She stops outside one of the rooms, and he peers inside, his eyes immediately drawn to the floor-length mirrors. Now there's the sort of thing he's been looking for. He turns to her with a smile and says,]
Yep, you're right! I'll have a look inside if you don't mind.
[And then he steps into the room, his uniform-clad figure reflected in the giant mirror on the wall. Yep, as he thought, he's looking good!]
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Not to worry, I understand completely! Just typical boss-employee stuff~♪
[He's teasing her. Though he doesn't think she's lying. Whatever she may feel for her boss, she's the type to have business on the brain more often than not. And her next words make it clear what she really considers those practice rooms to be useful for.]
I'll keep that in mind. Hopefully they smell better than the last ice cream place did.
[It'd be nice if he didn't have to tell her about any murders ever again. But as long as they're still being held captive, the need for clandestine convos won't go away. Also, in a few months' time he will have another murder to tell her about. Fun!
Now, would he rather be discussing murder in one of the practice rooms, or attending the class on Edging 101? Tough call, especially considering he still doesn't completely understand what edging is! But this is obviously a description of that sort of class, which is so not what they're here for.]
Beats me! I'm just a new student~♪
[He'll pretend he knows nothing about this school and why they might be advertising sex classes. He's the free-spirited transfer student, she's the helpful class rep! That's the game here! And so he'll follow after her without trying to read the other flyers or lingering any longer on the thought of Edging 101 (nor will he consider questions like "Is there an Edging 201"?).
She stops outside one of the rooms, and he peers inside, his eyes immediately drawn to the floor-length mirrors. Now there's the sort of thing he's been looking for. He turns to her with a smile and says,]
Yep, you're right! I'll have a look inside if you don't mind.
[And then he steps into the room, his uniform-clad figure reflected in the giant mirror on the wall. Yep, as he thought, he's looking good!]