Chapter Twenty-nine: Kyou
A smile crept up onto his face, it was easy to see that the nezumi was surprised by his ability, even Kyou himself was; but he was ecstatic that he was acknowledged, and by Yuki nonetheless. He had to tear his roaming eyes back to the table almost every second, still captivated by the uniform clad Souma. It took him a few moments to realize why the uniform seemed slightly out of place, but when he did, he dare not question it. Yuki was wearing the boy's uniform, the only reason he knew being that he wore the same, and Tohru's was different. It was kind of a shame, to hide such obviously beautiful legs, beneath the dark cloth, but at least it would keep Kyou from distraction during class... or he hoped so. His purple haired cousin didn't seem like the tomboy type though, so although he decided to discard the thought, it still remained in the back of his mind.
Piling the now empty dishes atop each other, he smiled, "gochisou-sama," and disappeared into the kitchen with the plates, Yuki still fresh in his mind. And in less than ten minutes, he was back in the dining room, clad in his uniform, teeth brushed, and ready to go; after all, the clock did say that they had only a few minutes before departure, and he didn't want to be left behind. "I'm ready," he grinned, taking his seat once more, and waiting for a reply from his companions.
A smile crept up onto his face, it was easy to see that the nezumi was surprised by his ability, even Kyou himself was; but he was ecstatic that he was acknowledged, and by Yuki nonetheless. He had to tear his roaming eyes back to the table almost every second, still captivated by the uniform clad Souma. It took him a few moments to realize why the uniform seemed slightly out of place, but when he did, he dare not question it. Yuki was wearing the boy's uniform, the only reason he knew being that he wore the same, and Tohru's was different. It was kind of a shame, to hide such obviously beautiful legs, beneath the dark cloth, but at least it would keep Kyou from distraction during class... or he hoped so. His purple haired cousin didn't seem like the tomboy type though, so although he decided to discard the thought, it still remained in the back of his mind.
Piling the now empty dishes atop each other, he smiled, "gochisou-sama," and disappeared into the kitchen with the plates, Yuki still fresh in his mind. And in less than ten minutes, he was back in the dining room, clad in his uniform, teeth brushed, and ready to go; after all, the clock did say that they had only a few minutes before departure, and he didn't want to be left behind. "I'm ready," he grinned, taking his seat once more, and waiting for a reply from his companions.