Yet another update. I do admit they are rather slow, but they're also difficult to do without feedback (from people who actually read the story, unlike Miss ShadedRouge). Any reviews should remind me of my obligation to you all and also- hopefully- improve the quality of the pieces. So please do click that button once in a while, and I'll do my best to return the favour in kind.
080. etiquette
Rules dictated certain things. Codes did the same. Soutarou Kanou had both rules and codes to his life that dictated certain movements. Wonderful people were admired and treated well, horrible people were treated horribly. Girls were considered to be more delicate than men, even occasionally the president. Sleep enough hours a day.
The newest law that governed his actions though confused him. One day it had simply introduced itself and wouldn't let go. Like a vice, or a bond or perhaps closer to a magnetic field pulling him in, Kanou had found himself unable to avoid following his fresh new rule. Simple as it was, it seemed to be blatantly obvious to everyone else who saw, causing rumours to fly.
Really, it wasn't as though he'd chosen the rule and set it in stone. It had just... happened one day. A huge stack of papers, the short council member who was gentle and kind, like the ideal of girls the world whispered existed, and suddenly the rule was there in his book of manners, and Kanou wasn't about to break it.
No matter how much Yukimura complained.
Also, I guessed I lied about the maids? They will be done soon though, I promise!
~ Josiy x
