pauladatkinson

:Stationed Satori: ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Taking the train to school was fun for Satori, get on, get looks, get off. Just knowing what he does to other people, entertains him… Waiting for the motioned train to pause in front of his body, the doors finally lose their blurred view and open smoothly. Stepping into his daily form of transportation and looking around the many empty seats, his eyes land on a girl. A girl who sat lazily. A girl with the messiest hair he’d ever seen, including his own. A girl who’d kept her eyes