[ Club president meetings are one of the most boring events of Kaito's month.
At least, that's how Kaito used to feel before joining SEES. Nowadays, with the nightly runs to Tartarus and, uh, other extracurricular activities, the third year has come to appreciate these quiet opportunities to listen to his arch nemesis drone on about budgets in her alluring voice—
Wait, what? What were we talking about???
Oh. Right. Mitsuru's just set her gaze on him, and past the frigid facade of Gekkoukan's icy empress, he sees the spark of something else. Tugging his gloves on tighter, the Botany Club's president stands up, turns his chair around, then plops down to rest his arms and head on the back. ]
If you double check my report, Kirijo, you'll see that the club has gained five more students. That puts us to twenty-nine, which is an approximately twenty-one percent increase in members, and each of those five will need enough supplies to start growing two plants.
[ He waggles a gloved finger, and the student next to him gawps at such a (perceivably) insulting motion towards the redhead. Kaito, however, remains as casual as, uh, something casual. ]
And if you recall, this past summer saw several heat waves that damaged the rooftop planters and their contents. Despite our best efforts to reverse the damage, several of those flowers have died this past month and will need replacing.
Ten percent seems pretty reasonable for this month's needs. That is, unless you want the roof to lose its color through winter?
[ Golds gleam with a challenging shine. The corners of his lips curl in a small smile. If she wants to stir the pot in front of all the other club leaders, he's more than happy to oblige. ]
[ Mitsuru's not even sure why she feels the need to challenge him on something as simple and mundane as his club budget. The school has the funds, she should know that better than anyone here because of her family, regardless of her role as Student Council president. This certainly isn't the older equivalent of a pair of elementary school students pulling each other's hair in the playground because they don't know how to express themselves any other way... certainly not.
When he mentions the increase in club members, she's struck by the staggeringly inappropriate urge to roll her eyes. Although she doesn't, not outwardly anyway because Mitsuru Kirijo would never. Right, the girls. She should have known. Having to allocate a large portion of the school's budget for what is essentially his Fan Club... ]
Of course I don't. I would never seek to deprive the student body of something that increases their well being. That and I know just how hard you and your club members work on those plants and how it's their singular focus...
[ It isn't. They both know it isn't and she's letting him know in no uncertain terms. The plants are just a side project for some of his members, him being the actual focus. Why does that bother her? ]
But perhaps if you are to take such a large percentage of the club budget then you might see fit to invest in some sturdier specimens this time around.
[ Unlikely that he could have avoided it anyway, a palm tree might have wilted in those heat waves but nobody said she was being reasonable here. ]
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At least, that's how Kaito used to feel before joining SEES. Nowadays, with the nightly runs to Tartarus and, uh, other extracurricular activities, the third year has come to appreciate these quiet opportunities to listen to his arch nemesis drone on about budgets in her alluring voice—
Wait, what? What were we talking about???
Oh. Right. Mitsuru's just set her gaze on him, and past the frigid facade of Gekkoukan's icy empress, he sees the spark of something else. Tugging his gloves on tighter, the Botany Club's president stands up, turns his chair around, then plops down to rest his arms and head on the back. ]
If you double check my report, Kirijo, you'll see that the club has gained five more students. That puts us to twenty-nine, which is an approximately twenty-one percent increase in members, and each of those five will need enough supplies to start growing two plants.
[ He waggles a gloved finger, and the student next to him gawps at such a (perceivably) insulting motion towards the redhead. Kaito, however, remains as casual as, uh, something casual. ]
And if you recall, this past summer saw several heat waves that damaged the rooftop planters and their contents. Despite our best efforts to reverse the damage, several of those flowers have died this past month and will need replacing.
Ten percent seems pretty reasonable for this month's needs. That is, unless you want the roof to lose its color through winter?
[ Golds gleam with a challenging shine. The corners of his lips curl in a small smile. If she wants to stir the pot in front of all the other club leaders, he's more than happy to oblige. ]
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When he mentions the increase in club members, she's struck by the staggeringly inappropriate urge to roll her eyes. Although she doesn't, not outwardly anyway because Mitsuru Kirijo would never. Right, the girls. She should have known. Having to allocate a large portion of the school's budget for what is essentially his Fan Club... ]
Of course I don't. I would never seek to deprive the student body of something that increases their well being. That and I know just how hard you and your club members work on those plants and how it's their singular focus...
[ It isn't. They both know it isn't and she's letting him know in no uncertain terms. The plants are just a side project for some of his members, him being the actual focus.
Why does that bother her?]But perhaps if you are to take such a large percentage of the club budget then you might see fit to invest in some sturdier specimens this time around.
[ Unlikely that he could have avoided it anyway, a palm tree might have wilted in those heat waves but nobody said she was being reasonable here. ]