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bewarewulf in ghostsugar_rp

Ain't That The Way It Is? [Tag: Nao]

"Herregud." Ulf sighed and loosened off his tie, wondering mournfully how many hours of detention he'd get if he just stripped down to his boxers. It was too damn hot! Sure, Norwegian summers weren't altogether freezing, but at least there he'd been able to escape for a swim. And it was a different kind of heat, too. He still wasn't quite used to it.

On the other hand, he was enjoying this school. More than he'd thought he would, actually. It was nice to be out on his own, even though he missed his siblings. Well. The younger ones, anyway. Efraim he could certainly do without. But the school...yeah, it was pretty alright. People were mostly nice (apart from that weird jerk Suguru) and helped him muddle along with his improving Japanese. They pointed and waved when he walked past - prob'ly on account of the fact that he was so obviously foreign, he supposed - and that did a young man's ego a lot of favours.

He rounded a corner, idly listening to his iPod through one earbud while exchanging friendly greetings with strangers, and froze. His eyebrows twitched together in puzzlement as he continued to stare.

Was that...a box? Moving by itself?

It appeared to be so.

Now, Ulf had seen a lot of strange things in his sixteen years of life. He was himself a strange thing. But for some reason the idea of a box just floating was more than a little disturbi--

--There was a girl holding it. Okay. Okay. That made more sense. Ulf sighed in relief and continued walking. Poor kid, the box was bigger than she was! What the hell was in it? Even if it wasn't heavy it was unwieldy enough to make cartage difficult. Jeez. "Hey, hey! You okay with that? Need some help?"
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Nao was trying her very best, but unfortunately the box that she'd been asked to carry up to the art classroom was just too big for her to handle. The ceramic art projects inside the box clinked with her movements. "Oof," she said aloud, and labored up one more stair. "Unnngh!" Her eyes rolled heavenward. She should have just TOLD the art teacher that she couldn't get this big heavy stupid box of all by herself!

But now someone was talking up above her, on the staircase landing. Nao attempted to peer around the box to see who the speaker was.

"M-me?" she squeaked. She could just make out a shock of messy blonde hair over her cargo. When she took her attention off of her box, her left foot missed the step that she was reaching for. She started to fall.
Wha-- oh, no!! Muttering several curses in his native tongue that would have had his ears twisted very firmly by his mother had she heard them from his lips, Ulf dashed down the steps between them in bounds. Thankfully he had excellent balance (although the temptation to give himself a tail to assist with this was hard to curb) and managed to plant a decent foothold on the stairs in time to catch the clinking box firmly and Nao a little more roughly.

"Beklager! Beklager; er du okay? Hvorfor er du bærer det av du selv?" Ulf asked, a little breathless. Then he realised that she would have no idea what he was saying and wished he had a third hand to smack himself in the head with. "I mean- Are you okay? Why are you carrying this all by yourself? Sorry for the crazy language..."

He was an idiot, he knew. But, whatever! He was also totally the hero of the day! Mental pat on the back in 3...2...1...
Dazed, Nao shook her head. "Uh..." she mumbled, putting one white hand to her forehead. "I..." she began, and then opened her eyes.

There was a big giant boy holding her! And he was looking down at her like he was going to EAT HER FOR BREAKFAST!

Nao gasped in terror, frozen like a deer in the headlights of a very large truck. "He-lp," she croaked out, but it didn't come out loud enough to do her much good.
Ulf understood. He hefted the box carefully with a reassuring smile down at Nao, patting her gently on the back once she was steady on her feet once more. "Of course I'll help!! Where are we going?"

Now that he wasn't panicking that she'd fall to her DEATH or something, he managed to get a good look at her. Girly was tiny and adorable and he just wanted to eat her all up!!!

Much like his youngest sister, really.

"Are you sure you're okay-- uhh, sorry, what's your name?"
No, no, no, NO! He had it all wrong! She didn't mean that she had wanted him to help save her, she had meant that she had wanted someone to save her from HIM. Nao looked up at the boy with wide, wet brown eyes. Her lower lip trembled, and she bit it back.

Big, scary, tall, rough-looking boy with sharp canines was smiling down at her. She gasped and flinched when he patted her on the back, held her arms in front of her chest defensively. Just in case he was dangerous. You never knew! He could be some sort of school delinquent. Or a gang leader. Or a punk rocker. Or... or a supervillain in disguise.

But there was no one else around in the hallway, and he had her box firmly in hand. Boy, were his hands huge! Nao swallowed, staring at them. One of his fingers was about as long as her whole hand. It made her feel kind of... funny.

Red-faced, she replied to his admittedly capable-looking hands. "I'm Ka... Kasuga. I'm in 1-B," she whispered. She wondered why on earth he would want to know. He should be able to read it where it embroidered on the right breast of her school uniform. The kanji of her name were simple ones.

Ohhh... maybe he wasn't that good at Japanese, yet, she wondered.
She still looked upset, Ulf thought in mild dismay. Boy, she must've been really scared by the prospect of falling! Poor thing. "Kasuga-chan, huh? I'm Ulf! It's nice to meet you. Where do you want me to take this for you?" he asked again, carefully taking a step to test his balance with the box in hand. "Just gimme a second here, I'll be right with you."

With utmost care in order to reassure the poor child, Ulf set the box down so that it was carefully braced against his long legs. Off went his iPod, out came his headphone, back into his pants pocket they both went. Even he knew it was bad manners to hold a conversation with someone knew while listening to music.

"There! That's better." Levelling another Reassuring Grin at poor flustered Nao, Ulf bent to retrieve the box and gave her a thumbs-up. "Let's go~!"
"Oh... you don't have to, really," Nao protested feebly, knitting her brow. It was embarrassing to be called in such familiar terms by someone she'd just met. "I can..."

But he was hauling her box up the steps already. And it wasn't like she could honestly get it all by herself. "Er, no, I can't." she admitted, eyes on her feet. "To the art room, on the third floor," she told him, hurrying to keep up with his long-legged strides.

"I'm very pleased to meet you, Ulfuu-sempai," she told him in a timid voice. She dropped a textbook bow to him, both hands folded in front of her. Then she remembered to jab her hand out for a handshake the way they made you do in English class. The handshake is the universal form of greeting! her junior high English teacher had said over and over.

Oh, but wait. The handshake was rather useless when your hands were full with a giant cardboard box. So her teacher had been wrong! Imagine that! Nao hid her hand behind her back, trying to pretend it away.
Ulf laughed. He couldn't help it. She was just too cute! "Hey now, just 'Ulf' is fine. Otherwise I get all confused," he smiled.

Attempting to match his pace to hers, he chuckled again at her abortive handshake offering and freed a hand to return to her. "Here. Shake! I can totally multitask." Indeed, the box was light enough that he could manage it one-handed briefly. No problems! He was Ulf the Awesome, after all!
Nao's eyes were like dinner plates. She allowed Ulf to take her little hand in his giant paw. His fingers felt warm and a little callused, with strong bones inside. Different from girl fingers. Different from Grandpa fingers. Different from the young man from Australia who had been the assistant English teacher at her junior high school. She had had to shake his hand a few times when practicing greetings (not that it had helped her feel any less stupid while doing so). His hands had been clammy. But Ulf's hand was.... nice.

Oh. Her mouth dropped open slightly in surprise, and she gazed up at him, pausing on a stair.

Was it rude to ask someone who was not from Japan where they were from? Nao realized she didn't have any sort of mental file on the subject. She decided to go at indirectly. "What, what language were you speaking, just a moment ago?" she blurted out. She started walking again. "It wasn't Japanese, was it?"
"Norsk," he replied with a cheerful wink. "That is, Norwegian. I'm from Norway." Ulf waited for her again patiently. "Kind of a long way from here, right? Heh!" He wondered if someone like this cuteling child could even fathom how far from home he was, or how different this place was to him.

Probably not. It was hard to understand until you'd been on the same position yourself, he supposed.

"Have you travelled at all?"
"Norway," Nao repeated, feeling the sound of it on her lips. Norway was so far. At the very tip-top tip of Europe. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what it was like to live there.

She could imagine the gray winter sky and a bright blue sea. Lots of pink-cheeked children going to school, lined up like little peppermints at their desks. They would be good and well-behaved children who weren't afraid to give a proper handshake. Snow sprinkled down like powdered sugar on picture postcard cities. Maybe Ulf rode around in a sled pulled by jingling reindeer in the winter, like Santa Claus. Or maybe there were houses made of gingerbread cookies and candy. No, wait, Hansel and Gretel were from Germany. The Brothers Grimm. She was pretty sure of that.

Then she opened her eyes and was surprised to find Ulf looking at her curiously. Oh, that's right, they were talking!

"I'm afraid I don't know anything about Norway," she admitted. It was to be lamented. "I know the flag, and where it is on the map... and that's about it."
Ulf beamed at her. "Hey, that's more than most people do!" Already she was doing far better than certain people that seemed to confuse it with every other Scandinavian country. Hmmph. Stupid Suguru. "Did you know that we invented the paper clip? And the cheese slicer? Hahaha!"

(Okay, so other countries probably had greater claims to fame, but Ulf liked cheese. So there.)

He hummed a little to himself and started up the next set of stairs, glancing back frequently to make sure his new friend was keeping up. "Oh! And! We got to the South Pole first, did you know? Yep, yep! America too! Well, apart from the Natives. But that doesn't count, since they were already there to begin with."
Nao gaped at Ulf, astonished. "No, no I didn't know any of that," she confessed. She had to skip up the steps to keep up with his pace. "Is it true? That is really amazing, U-Ulf-sempai!"

"Where would we be without paperclips?!" she gasped. "I mean, that would be so inconvenient! You can't staple everything, after all!"
God in Heaven, she was so earnest! Ulf was dying here. She was killing him. He wanted to squee like a schoolgirl or something. Hanging around Kasuga-chan was going to seriously hamper his ManPoints count, Ulf could tell.

"Jaja, it's all true! Us Norwegians are pretty rad. Did you know Norway's called 'Land of the Midnight Sun?'" He considered this for a moment, then reluctantly added, "Although really, all the countries that far north get the midnight sun. But, whatever."
"Midnight.... sun?!" Nao blinked twice and her jaw dropped open, completely lost. "Huh?"
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