[The Gardening Club's outdoor shed gets too hot in summer to store seeds and chemicals, so Shinsha uses one of the empty club rooms to keep extra materials. Lately slugs have been nibbling the leaves of the strawberry plants and the tomatoes are in need of fertilizer, so after classes end for the day they stop by the club room to pick up a few supplies...
...Or that's the plan, anyway. But there's already someone there, twirling around the club room with a makeshift skirt of swishy green fabric held to her waist. She looks like some kind of forest fairy... Startled, Shinsha can only stare for a moment.]
Ah... sorry... I didn't mean to bother you...
[Belatedly, they recognize the girl as Imai-san, the new transfer student in their grade - not that they've ever spoken before. They're suddenly intensely aware of their own ill-fitting, dirt-stained gardening coveralls and the torn strap on their apron. Shinsha has always wanted to wear pretty things, but after spending most of their life in an orphanage they're used to sturdy hand-me-downs and practical shoes. They're too skinny and gangly, and they aren't very graceful, either. Anything cute would be wasted on someone like them.]
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...Or that's the plan, anyway. But there's already someone there, twirling around the club room with a makeshift skirt of swishy green fabric held to her waist. She looks like some kind of forest fairy... Startled, Shinsha can only stare for a moment.]
Ah... sorry... I didn't mean to bother you...
[Belatedly, they recognize the girl as Imai-san, the new transfer student in their grade - not that they've ever spoken before. They're suddenly intensely aware of their own ill-fitting, dirt-stained gardening coveralls and the torn strap on their apron. Shinsha has always wanted to wear pretty things, but after spending most of their life in an orphanage they're used to sturdy hand-me-downs and practical shoes. They're too skinny and gangly, and they aren't very graceful, either. Anything cute would be wasted on someone like them.]