Boys Shall Be... Well... Boys.
Mar 7, 2015 0:47:57 GMT
Post by Aito Bellamy on Mar 7, 2015 0:47:57 GMT
Aito yawned, resting his head back on one hand while his other held a very Muggle manga book up in the air. He lay on the roof of the outdoor walkway that surrounded the courtyard, a lovely place to be and easy access to anyone who knew how to climb out of a window. It wasn’t that students were really allowed to be up there, but there wasn’t really anyone around right now to debate the issue. It was also an impossibly lovely place for a good chat or quiet read, which Aito enjoyed immensely. He had one leg crossed over his knee, a piece of green tea pocky hanging halfway out of his mouth while the cream melted, an impossibly good read, and his best mate, Maximus Mendes. The spring afternoon was warm, with a slight breeze, but not so sunny it would hurt their eyes. Thus, the two boys had decided to venture upwards to their favorite spot.
“Say Max, look here. This one has some fantastic art.” Aito grinned, turning the book to show his mate a rather questionable picture of one of it’s main female characters. For a young man such as himself, who had never seen such a thing in person, Aito rather enjoyed his slightly reprehensible books, though not all of them were that way. He did enjoy the plotlines as well. The pictures were just a bonus. Besides, they couldn’t be all that bad, considering his aunt was the one who sent them to him on a regular basis when he ran out of things to read. The whole underside of his bed in the dormitory was crammed with volumes upon volumes of manga. He couldn’t leave too many at home, considering he had too many favorites to choose from. “She’s called Haruka.”
“Say Max, look here. This one has some fantastic art.” Aito grinned, turning the book to show his mate a rather questionable picture of one of it’s main female characters. For a young man such as himself, who had never seen such a thing in person, Aito rather enjoyed his slightly reprehensible books, though not all of them were that way. He did enjoy the plotlines as well. The pictures were just a bonus. Besides, they couldn’t be all that bad, considering his aunt was the one who sent them to him on a regular basis when he ran out of things to read. The whole underside of his bed in the dormitory was crammed with volumes upon volumes of manga. He couldn’t leave too many at home, considering he had too many favorites to choose from. “She’s called Haruka.”