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24 March 2007 @ 11:42 pm
Who: K/Ryuichi/Yuki/Tohma /Noriko 
Where: School
What:  Scouting for new talent, English class and K-san substitutes as a cross-dressing teacher.
When: Jan 17th, 1991
Rating: TBA
Sataus: Incomplete

Out of all the ideas ever thought up: this had to have been one of his most interesting and well…workable yet. If there was a way to scout out new talent for Nittle Grasper then undercover was the way to go. However, his idea of undercover seemed so far fetched that it was near impossible to fathom.
Luckily, for him, it was a nice day as he stepped out of his car and onto the pavement. When it came to incognito, K did it with style: if cross-dressing could be considered as such. To a degree, the hip-hugging skirt was annoying as it rode up a bit as he walked.
He mused inwardly over how the hell women wore these things without the slightest bit of irritation. He wore, to match a fitting grey blazer with a white, button up under shirt and black heels. It took him forever to find an outfit that fit, considering he was tall and not necessarily busty, but he made it up by stuffing his shirt.
That itself proved to be a pain in the ass. He fought with lopsidedness, and size. Then again, did size really matter? He made a bit of a face as he pulled the skirt down a little and smoothed it out and stepped inside the school. Students stared as he pushed his shades up and smiled at them, waving before glancing down at his watch: right on time.
His hair was natural, which helped and all he had to do was pull it up higher and allow thin strands to hang a little looser around his face: if he found what he was looking for, then he knew this disguise wouldn’t have been worn in vain.  
He approached the English room he was assigned and slid open the door.
“Good Morning, everyone!” he greeted cheerfully as he stepped inside, sashaying his hips a bit as he added a light skip to his step. He hoped he’d pulled this off well, even guising his voice to a much higher pitch: not annoying so or too low.

Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Soul Calibur II - Eternal Struggle
norikogal on March 26th, 2007 11:03 am (UTC)
English class was a waste of time -- and had been since she'd first started taking it, really --, so Noriko had holed herself up in the back of the classroom where the teachers wouldn't bother her. For the most part, that worked and she spent her time in class doodling or scouting for boys or doing whatever else there was to do (not much, essentially). She had already picked through the "exchange" students to figure out which ones were worth her attention, gotten bored with that, and went back to her notebook. Still, even she looked up when she head Seguwhatever-san call their new substitute sensei a "mister".

All right. Blonde hair, long legs, not-too-shabby tits... That settled that. Seguwhatever-san was high. Noriko hid a grin behind her hand and straightened a little in her seat. Maybe this class would be fun after all.