Nothing interesting in particular happens. But it still happens.
Current IC time is: Mon Jul 01 13:48:10 2002 - Day Right after school.
School yard — Eriol Gakuen
The school yard is predictably full of schoolkids out on sports classes, not counting those skipping class, those who are leaving early for whatever reason, and other random people. In short, pretty busy. Through the trees, the white walls of the main school building are visible, and the tips of the crowns - the symbol of Eriol Gakuen - shine brightly in the rays of the sun.
Asphalt paths run around the school in all directions, branching from the main road from the school gate to the big entrance doors of the main building, running around the soccer fields, tennis courts and towards other buildings of the complex.
The thin warm breeze died down and the temperature is slowly rising towards ‘unbearable’.
Eileen
School time for Eileen Patterson has never been so much fun! Where else can the shy yet genki English-featured young brunette wear such a cute sailor fuku? It’s cosplay at school, and everyone’s doing it! Over her pale mint undershirt with it’s high collar, she wears Eriol Gakuen’s high school uniform, with wide blue collars and cuffs accented with gold piping, blue stockings, and shoes with buttons up the side! The rest of the outfit, aside from the blue pleats in her short skirt, is a pristine white, accessorized with a wide blue band wrapped lightly around her right upper arm, Eriol Gakuen’s crown logo emblazoned proudly over it, and a medal over her right breast, who’s ribbon also supports the blue and gold accent scheme. Eileen adds her own touches to the look, including a thickly braided ponytail that extends all the way down to her ankles, a small plastic SD Duo Maxwell keyfob hanging off her left hip, a Sailor V love chain bracelet peeking out from her left sleeve, and long bangs that can easily cover her left eye, and her entire face if she bows her head.
Rika
This girl fits the textbook definition of ‘cute redhead’, and while she’s unmistakably asian, her relatively pale skin and dark green eyes, coupled with flaming red hair cut in a pageboy style make it easy to forget about it, especially since there’s no sign of hair dye. She does seem to wear some makeup on her face, still posessed of soft, childlike features, but it’s hard to trace just what did she do with it - there isn’t much. Overally, she resembles a fox - lithe and slim, and generally small, since she’s rather short.
She is dressed in the Eriol Gakuen girl’s uniform - white jacket with blue sailor flap and cuffs, not to mention the tacky crown-shaped medal, white and blue short skirt and the long blue stockings with regulation white shoes. She looks unsurprisingly feminine and attractive in this attire, which was probably the initial idea. She’s dragging around a thick cloth bookbag, and a tiny Minolta Dimage Xi digital camera is hanging on her neck on a chain.
Eileen is sitting under the tree, humming softly to herself while she brushes out Sentaku’s currently unbraided hair. To her side on the bench she’s placed her large gym bag, which seems very full. Upon her lap, she has the fastener she uses to lock Sentaku’s hair into that braid, and as well she has a pair of headphones ’round her neck, with the cord trailing to an MP3 player attached to her hip.
Rika walks out of school, practically dragging her oversized bookbag behind her. She’s tired, what else did you expect, do you know how much this thing weighs? Well, not too much, but Rika isn’t of the stronger girls. She slowly trails her way towards where Eileen’s sitting. “…yo.” she says, stopping before her friend… it’s not like Eileen heard that, though.
Toyomiko
Long luxurious black curls spill down this young lady’s back almost to her waist, lovingly styled in wide, sweeping ringlets in the back, and shorter curlier ringlets at her bangs, an occasional strand left almost artfully loose to swirl of it’s own accord amidst the more organized curls. Framed amidst this ocean of hair is a classically oriental heart shaped face, flawlessly pale skin and almondine eyes colored a deep purple, a tiny pert nose and thin lipped mouth. Her figure is trim and fit, standing just a bit taller than the average girl her age, adding a bit of gamine grace to her lines, as do the feminine curves finally starting to fill in just so.
She wears the uniform of an Eriol Gakuen high school student, a white and blue sailor fuku complete with scarf and alternately blue and white colored pleated skirt. A tacky medal clipped on one breast and large blue cuffs add an almost militaristic feel to the uniform, from the Napoleon era, let us say. She has tailored her skirt so it falls about a little more than midway between thighs and knees, just long enough to not be obscene, but short enough to draw the occasional glance from the right sort of person. White baby doll shoes and baggy blue stockings which come to about midcalf round out the uniform.
She wears expensive adornments for a firstyear highschool student. About her neck is a golden chain, a rather nice looking pocketwatch hanging on the end of it, engraved with her name in delicate looking kanji. Constantly held near her hand by a strap about her wrist is a rather pristine looking Canon Optura 200MC Digital Camcorder, the standby light almost constantly blinking, unless she is holding it up to film something. Which she seems to do a lot of.
Toyomiko is chatting with some friends off under a different tree, an occasional ‘ooo~ho~ho~ho~ya’ of laughter sounding out through the schoolyard as she cackles about something, usually followed up by bewildered looks from the other two girls she is talking to. As usual though, this doesn’t phase her. She is showing them a video of something from her camcorder, the display held open, the three girls clustered over it, occasionally pointing at something on the screen.
Yuuzen Akito
At first glance this teenage boy looks to be nothing out of the ordinary. His asian cast skin, fairly short black hair, chestnut brown eyes and short stature would make him easily blend into a crowd of other Japanese boys.. looking more closely though it’s possible to see that he’s in better shape than most kids his age and has a fairly well toned physique for not having finished growing yet. In fitting with his good shape his movement holds a certain smoothness to it, the kind of balanced stride which comes from long training. He also seems to be very aware of his surroundings, his eyes active and energetic in their search to understand the world around him. However his only truly unique features are upon his hands, which look both strong and rough.
He is wearing the very fashionable Eriol Gakuen school uniform. It’s design is dominated by a bold white long-sleeve vest, accentuated by royal blue and gold detailing. The school crest, a three-pointed crown is featured in the same blue-on-gold pattern on both a band across the arm and a medallion pinned upon the chest.
Akito steps out of the school, his bag really is weighed down with lots of books. No school for a week equals much catching up. Still, it was worth it.. he really needed the week off to sort things out and now, well now things were beginning to look up. The same can’t be said about the weather though, the heat beats down and the lack of a breeze makes for an almost achingly hot day. “Ite, atsuiii” he says to himself as he walks down the path, taking a swig out of a water bottle.
Kenjiro
Kenjiro is about 165 centimeters tall and 52.36 kilograms in weight. Rather lanky, it almost looks as if you could snap him in half like a twig. Holding himself tall, it may seem that he possesses a confidence about him. Unfortunately, with the hesitation he takes with almost every step, it indicates it could be a cover. His short reddish brown hair is somewhat curly or just very posable. Either way, it is a constant nuiscence to him. It seems he is always brushing his wayward hair out of his face. His eyes are a dark violet that seem to look up at you, even if you are shorter than him.
Kenjiro comes out of school, dressed all ready for soccer practice which still had another 45 minutes or so. Well, he had gym last…it was more practical this way. He sits by the stairs as he just observes for the moment. He has his water bottle handy for he can tell it was getting rather hot. He is already sweating as it seems to make his toned leg muscles shine. Right now he watches to see what is going on around the area at first.
Eileen continues humming to herself as she works on Sentaku’s hair, utterly oblivious to the world around her as she concentrates on counting the strokes. “…ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred…” She’s smiling to herself, and yes the count was in Japanese. The one hundred brush strokes over with, she sets the brush in her lap, and begins braiding Sentaku’s glowing hair around her flexible antenna.
Rika shakes Eileen’s shoulder to attract attention, “Yoo..” she says weakly and plops on the bench beside her. “One day someone will kidnap you and you won’t notice until your family pays the ransom.” she comments, not bothering to wait for Eileen to take off her headphones.
“Maaaa.. his technique is perfect around this corner, mite mite.. ooo~ho~ho~ho~..” Apparently this is an informal meeting of the street racing club or something, and the girls lean closer and ‘ooooh’ and ‘aaaah’ at whatever they are watching. Toyomiko must have some kind of rival sixth sense though, because her head snaps up at the ‘Yo’ from Rika’s mouth, and she goes ‘geck!’, blanching, a black eyebrow twitchtwitching in annoyed fashion. Even more so when she spots Eileen next to her. Geckgeck.
Akito continues along the path, hefting his bag over his shoulder. Out of habit still ingrained, as it comes into sight he looks over towards the bench under the Sakura tree. Eileen and Rika, not unusual for them to be there but their presence weighs on him. The emotional torrent of the last week still lingers in his body and aches to be released, in order to do that, well.. he begins walking towards them.
Kenjiro seems to just be absorbing the sunlight at this point in time. As usual, Akito seems to be hanging out with Eileen…and her. Kenjiro didn’t know what to think of Rika really still. For now, he keeps back as he leans against the wall just getting hot. He should keep himself hydrated. Thinking this, he takes a gulp of water.
Eileen tugs off her headphones after she’s shaken, and blinks over at her friend. “…gomen, rika, what did you say?” She giggles a little as she finishes the last part to the braid, and snaps the fastener back into place, then places her angel in her lap and gives Rika a small hug. The gaijin is somehow still able to have enough energy to be genki even after school it seems. “…ne, rika, you should drink more water. you look tired…!”
Ginpatsu
Gendo Hyuga, more often then not called by his nickname ‘Ginpatsu’, isn’t all that impressive in looks: Caucasian skin that looks like it hasn’t suffered frome acne, at least not that can be clearly seen. Grey-green eyes, which almost always look half-closed, are blured and distored through the lenses of his thick, black-rimmed circular glasses, betraying his terrible eyesight. His hair, save for eyebrows, is unsuprisingly silvery-grey. Grown long to the bottom of his neck, he’s tied it into a rat-tail, and his bangs are long enough to cover his eyebrows. At one point, there were hints of black, but now, there’s none. Perhaps this now is his real hair colour?. His face is lean, with moderately-sized nose and mouth. Not unattractive.. maybe even handsom, but no dazzeling smile or photogenic face. Not that it can be seen, but the rest of his body is rather skinny. While not terribly weak, he’s clearly not someone who could make it through an intense gym class, that’s for sure. (how he manages to carry his stuff around is anyone’s guess)
He’s wearing an Eriol Gakuen uniform: White trousers and tunic, with blue collar and cuffs, a blue armband with a crown on his right arm, and a crown medal on his chest. Around his neck, but tucked into the folds of his tunic, is a thin metal chain, leading to a small, flat object mid-way on his chest. At his side is a large black stachel with a pair of angel wings, but done in steel. Three wires lead from it, and up underneath his tunic. One of these, strangely enough, leads to a pair of headphones dangling around his neck, and another to… what look like a pair of sunglasses, but which are clearly large enough to fit over his normal glasses. However, instead of being made out of tinted glass or transparent plastic, the front is matt black. What could they be?
Ginpatsu wanders outside, and immediatly he shields his eyes. His eyes can’t stand strong sunlight, partly because of the two powerful lendses shoved in front of his eyes, partly because he really doesn’t get out much. Looking around, he goes to the nearest piece of shade not occupied by females.
Rika sets her bag on her knees and props her chin with it, hugging the bulky thing with both arms, which looks kinda silly. “I don’t see how water will help me be less tired, Airin.” she comments absentmindedly, her eyes curiously scanning the schoolyard despite everything.
Akito walks up to the pair, hefts his bag up once again and lifts his hand in greeting. “Yo, Airin-san, Rika-san” nodding to each in turn. He looks a little hesitant and his voice isn’t quite so self-assured as it usually is as he asks, “How’s things?” It took more than a bit of effort to drive himself over this way and get this first contact over with.
Its getting too hot to sit in the sun. Kenjiro makes his way over to the shade, nearby the girls. He chose that area subconciously, that perv. However, he slips down to the ground as he takes another gulp of water. He couldn’t believe there was still practice! Oi!
Ginpatsu, upon seeing Akito, moves to put the tree between himself and and the youth. He’d rather not be reminded he was dumped for Yuuzen.
Eileen nods softly, “…ano, it’s kinda like taking a shower…um, when your body’s exhausted, there’s usually some bad stuff inside your system, and drinking lots of water gives your body the chance to wash it all away…” she looks about to continue, when Akito shows up and Eileen actually notices. She lowers her head a bit, and quietly responds with a, “…konnichiwa, yuuzen-san.”
Rika shrugs in response to Eileen’s words, stretches to sit upright and opens up her bookbag. “One day at a time, Yuuzen-san.” she responds, fishing out her big camera and nonchalantly taking a picture of Akito. It’s a good thing she isn’t using her big flash, but in this sun it’d be redundant. “Hentais peeking…” she says, taking a picture of Kenjiro sitting under the tree nearby, “Rivals showing off…” she says, zooming in on Toyomiko in the distance and snapping another one, “…and guys who faint at the sight of a girl in a wet shirt shy away from the sun…” she adds, taking a picture of Ginpatsu. “All’s well in the world, or at least, that’s what I’m supposed to say.” she concludes.
Kenjiro hears the word hentai as he notices that he accidently sat nearby EIleen and Rika. Looking over at them, he sighs. At least she doesn’t have any discriminate evidence, right? Well, he looks around just in case. Well… his fly isn’t down or anything like that. Wait a second, soccer uniforms don’t have flies.
As Eileen lowers her head, Akito looks off to the side a bit. The silence stretches out for a while and eventually Akito takes a breath and says, “Look, just wanted to say, no hard feelings ne?”
Ginpatsu doesn’t notice any of this happening. He’s just leaning against a tree, listening to ‘World without logos’ on his MD.
Eileen nods softly, but she doesn’t say anything in particular to him. There’s still a bit of hurt and resentment that creeps into her posture when he’s around, apparently. However, she hears Rika speak of rivals and hentais, and pales a shade.
Rika smiles an indifferent smile to Akito and takes another closeup picture of him. “…what’ll you say tomorrow, I wonder…” she mumbles while she repeats the cycle of pictures taken - Kenjiro, Toyomiko off in the distance… hey, stop, she’s looking this way, zoooooom snap “…though, you are a lucky guy, Yuuzen-san, you could break up with someone like her instead…” she finishes her phrase quietly.
Speaking of rivals, a particular black haired one notices the clicking of a camera, and eyes snap back towards the sakura tree, eyebrow twitching at the redhead, the gaijin, and the guy talking to them, all getting ‘the look’. Then she looks back towards the two girls, but raises her voice in a tone sure to carry through most of the courtyard. She’s good and annoying like that. “MAAAAA.. when I turn eighteen, otousama is going to buy me a Skyline, and then -I’ll- be the goddess of Akagi.. ooooo~ho~ho~ho~ho~ya” she cackles, while her friends meanwhile point and laugh at her. ‘Toyomimi… you can’t ride a bike without falling off of it!’ they remind her, to which she immediately “Mooo~u!”’s and stamps her foot irritably.
Akito nods his head to Eileen’s silence, “Wakarimasu, well, just needed to get that off my chest. Ja ne?” He holds his hand up and once again nods to her and Rika before beginning to walk to continue along the path which leads out of the school grounds.
Ginpatsu is still behind the tree, not because he’s afraid, but because he’s… umm… well… >.>;; Ah! Akito. Yes, he doesn’t want Akito to catch sight of him.
Kenjiro just sits trying to cool down occassionally catching glimpses of the girls. What was that that Akito was saying? Did they break up? He needs to catch up on gossip.
Eileen lets out a small sigh as Akito turns to go. She turns and watches him walk off, and frowns a little. Oh well. She takes a few moments, takes another breath, then another moment. Then finally she shakes her head and moves onto more easily figured out emotions. “…d-did you say something about hentais and rivals, rika…? s-should we move?”
Rika grins to Eileen. “That’d be pointless, they follow us everywhere, so why bother?” she says matter of factly and stays sitting where she is, taking a few pictures of Akito’s back. “…I should make a thematic album of people’s backs. They’re sometimes very descriptive…” she mumbles… before turning to Toyomiko, and another loud “Ooooooooohohohohohohoo!” resonates in the schoolyard, scaring a few gradeschoolers and some birds too. “Don’t I turn eightteen first though?” she adds, in a raised voice, making sure Toyomiko hears her.
Too late for that. For whatever reason, Toyomiko didn’t seem particulary inclined to bother Rika other than to laugh across the courtyard, but she can’t let that comment pass, so she stalks over towards the redhead and her gaijin friend, her two minions trailing uncertainly behind her. “Oooo~ho~ho~ho~ya.. Rikacha~n, you would not even be able to take the first corner at Akagi.. with your dulled reflexes and slow witted mind..” A pause, a dramatic pose, hands on hips, before she adds. “Only -I-, the daughter of a famous kabuki actor, have the skill to tackle that course.” Her friends behind her are trying not to laugh, really, good minions don’t do that.
Kenjiro blinks as he stands up. What the…is that noise? He winces at the laughter as he moves to a different place of shade to continue to watch.
A voice calls out from behind a tree. “Does that mean I’ll be the one to document your grisly demises?” Ginpatsu emerges from his hiding place, visor down, and the small black lens of a camera emerging from his tunic. “You both know that’s stupid and dangerous, especially if you haven’t got any experience in racing. And I know you two spend more time behind viewfinders then steering wheels. You don’t even have the excuse of Testosterone. Just give it a rest and stop scaring the kids.” He’s a lot more assertive when he can’t see who he’s talking to…
Akito hadn’t expected much different from Eileen, still, that needed to be done so he could keep moving on. Which is just what he does, walking down the path he passes through the school gates. After he turns the corner, nothing is left but the heat shimmering up from the pavement..
Hideto
Here is rather mature-looking boy for his age, he stands at 5′11″, minus the half-inch or so his dress shoes give his hieght. Metallic silver eyes peer out from behind bangs of the same color, which curl delicately at the bottoms. The rest of his hair is raven black, shimmering a dark blue in the light, put up in an elaborate bun on the back of his head, a pair of somehow black rases holding the sleek ball of hair together. Spikes of black, twines with braids of the same color drip over his shoulders, dotted with silver sparkles, and dusted with glitter. Over his back spills a stretch of silky, glittering hair, meticuliously groomed to perfection. A small nose rests beneath his eyes, delicately pointed, but not in any way unattractive, framed by a pair of high cheekbones, dusted, again, in silver glitter, and a pair of full, glossy lips below.
He wears a regular Eriol Gakuen unifrom: White slacks and dress shirt, blue collar and cuffs, banded with silver, but still not out of dress code. A blue armband wraps around his right arm, the gold crown mirroring the one on his chest, on the shirt pocket. On his hands, he wears a pair of thin, black gloves, cut at the tips to allow his long, silver fingernails to poke through unharmed. He carries a black stchel under one arm, which looks relatively light, the friction causing the uniform to cling to his thin, wispy form, and to the satchel itself.
Hideto slips into the schoolyard, shielding his eyes from the sun. He glances around slowly, surveying each person in the area with a smile on his face, though he doesn’t know a single one of them. He continues on his way into the yard, before taking a seat on an empty booth, crossing his legs, and watching the goings on for a while, arms folded across his chest, one hand raised to fiddle with one of the hoop earrings in his right ear, silver, of course.
Eileen winces a little bit. Truth hurts. “…hai, that’s very true…” Then she winces a little again. Oh no, it’s laughing time. “…nee, whoever that was is right…it’s dangerous to go racing…” And now she blushes a bit as she looks between the two girls, then goes quiet once again.
Rika giggles, “I’ll have fifty one day to practice before you even sit at the wheel for the first time, Toyomimi.” she comments flatly once the gigglefit passes. But her reaction to Ginpatsu’s voice is… snap of her big camera. “I wonder, do you have the excuse of testosterone then?” she asks the boy, “I don’t think high testosterone levels make people faint near members of appropriate sex, do they?” she adds sarcastically.
So many people challenging her abilities, which one to take on first! She whirls on the grey haired man, bringing her hand up to her mouth, the other resting on her hip, giving him a loud ‘OOO~HO~HO~HO~YA!’ of laughter, purple eyes flashing in his direction. “Maaa~a, Hyugacha~an.” Yes, she literally knows each and every rich boy in the school. You didn’t think she was going to marry somebody poor, did you? “-I- have ridden down Akagi with the unbeaten Kyousukesa~ma.. neither you or Rikacha~n can defeat me! Ooo~ho~ho~ho~ya..” Yes, that really didn’t make any sense. The mind of a ojousan rival is a complex one, and doesn’t quite work on the same plane of existance as the rest of the world.
Ginpatsu groans. “I don’t care who or what you ride, Fukyou-san. Neither of you have any experience at driving anything except maybe an acrade racer. And do you think you can become a professional in 51 days, Maeki-san? And do you really think I’m some speed-driven maniac?” . o O (And if you call me -chan again…)
Hideto blinks quietly, watching the scene unfold in front of him. He stands, before walking slowly and quietly towards the horrendously over-occupied sakura tree. “Um.. Is something wrong here? I couldn’t help but notice, what with all the screaming and that annoying laughter.” he says, bluntly. He crosses his arms over his stomach, and looks at the people underneath the tree, barely recognizing Rika and Eileen.
Eileen reddens a bit more. Confrontations between other people were never her strong suit so she grows quiet, and decides instead to continue attending to her angel’s casual maintenance. She takes a breath, then examines the fittings around the cylinders. She takes out a little jar of polish from her gym bag, and a small cloth, and begins cleaning the cylinders carefully, dipping the cloth into the polish, then using small circular motions to smooth the paste onto the cylinders. When she’s all done with that, the red cylinders are cloudy pink, with pretty swirl patterns all over it. Then she flips the cloth over, and begins buffing those cylinders til they shine.
Rika takes a picture of Hideto without adding any extra words and responds to Ginpatsu, “I wonder, since when it’s your business to tell me what I can and cannot do.” she comments acidically.
“U~fu~fu~fu..” The raven haired firstgrader cackles quietly, leaning in towards Ginpatsu at his reply, purple eyes flashing, batting her lashes at him. “Nee~e, Hyugacha~n, if you want to challenge me.. you can just ask, you know?” Toyomiko is apparently convinced that is what this is all about.
Ginpatsu smirks. Challenge? You want a challenge? “I would, but you seem to be forgetting one important thing. I don’t race, and any challenege I would issue would would probably be wasted on you… In fact, I doubt either of you look like the types to be listed on the ~Killboards~. I’m just trying to give you advice, as I don’t really want to hear either of you met untimely demises over something as stupid as this rivalry.”
Hideto blinks, wffectively ignored. A sweatdrop, in all its glory, drips over the back of his head, before e twitches a bit. “hey! I’m talking here! Stop acting like five year olds arguing over nothing! Some of us don’t want to hear it!” he says lightly, one hand clenched into a fist. At the moment, he looks rather homicidal. Apparently he dislikes being ignored when he asks politely.
Rika turns to Hideto. Who would have thought, he managed to annoy her more than Toyomiko. Toyomiko should be jealous. Rika draws in a breath and yells, “Don’t like it - go and cover your ears, this is IMPORTANT BUSNESS!” and punctuates her …ahem, words, with a snap of her big camera. Shouldn’t Hideto know by know that it’s dangerous to interrupt her bickering with Toyomiko?
A hand is wivvled dismissively at the grey haired sempai, Toyomiko ‘u~fu~fu~ing’ at him again for good measure. “Hai~hai~, Hyugacha~n~” A pause, purple eyes flashing. “We wouldn’t want you to waste your oh-so-precious time… ooo~ho~ho~ho~ya!” Um… yes. She’s a nut. She turns away from a moment, towards the raven haired bishie yelling at Rika. “Maaa.” She flutters dark lashes at him, and let’s those two yell at each other for a bit.
Ginpatsu groans. He leans against a tree, and says, “But who am I to stop either of you from throwing your lives away in a street race. Go ahead.” He then decides to stir things up a little. “If you do, though, My money might be on Rika lasting the longest.”
Hideto’s eye twitches ever so slightly, trying to keep his cool.. and failing miserably. “I don’t think important business is setting up an illegal race with someone you know! Maybe you should learn a little respect for other people, Maeki-san!” He says, glaring down at the little redhead. He’s a brat. Yup.
Rika bares her teeth in her famous shark-like grin, “Says the guy who’s butting in other people’s conversation totally uninvited, and decides what is important business for them and what isn’t, huh?” she responds. “Where’d you learn your respect for other people, Kisakawa-san? Certainly not in your family, I’d wager!”
‘u~fu~fu~fu’. Toyomiko just sort of chuckles to herself, a hand daintily covering her mouth once again, fluttering purple lashes at Ginpatsu at the jibe, but not taking him up on it. She just keeps looking at him.. for whatever reason, and her two minions just sort of hover behind her, glancing at each other uncertainly. Why do they even hang out with her?
Ginpatsu turns around and does a little wave to the two of them. “You two fight it out, but stay alive, OK? I don’t want to write up your obituaries.” Then the goggles come off… and then he all but runs for the school door…
Rika just giggles and takes a shot of Hideto’s back. “Really, I should make an album of people’s backs.” she comments before hiding her camera back into her oversized bookbag. “Yours would make a fine addition.” Flashing a sneaky grin at Toyomiko, she adds to her rival, “That reminds me. There’s so much thematic albums I have to make…”
Toyomiko wivvles a hand back at Ginpatsu, saying “Hai~hai~.” in a chirpy tone that let’s him KNOW she is simply not listening to him. Well.. she’s never been one to be told what to do, and all. She turns her attention back to the redhead and the dark haired bishie, actually chiming into the conversation. “Maaa.. not you too, Kisakawacha~n. Don’t tell me you are scared of a little fine, nee~e?” She starts to bring her hand up to her mouth, just as she catches Rika’s comment, and ‘geck’s! ..and looks sideways at the redhead, a dark eyebrow twitching, a little hand clenching into a fist. Twitch..twitch..twitch.
Hideto blinks a few times at being ignored, but doesn’t mind this time. Silence fore a moment… Before… “Oh-ho-ho!” A loud, very Toyomiko-like laugh, but the depth of his voice makes his one of a kind. He winks, beofre glancing around. “Anyway. Besides the matter of killing yourselves, It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?” he says, before looking once more to Toyomiko. “Of course I’m not.. Unless the fun has a good chance of killing me, that is..”
Rika winces. This laugh was unmelodical and lacked the true shrillness of either hers or Toyomiko’s. “You really need to practice more, Kisakawa-san..” she comments, standing up and proceeding to the school gates, “Come on, Airin.” she motions to her friend who stayed silent throughout this noise and she follows. “I really should get working on these albums, don’t you think?” she grins at Toyomiko.
Aaaah, one of a kind indeed, but it lacks the Oosakan lilt that makes Toyomiko’s ojousama cackle truly unique to herself, and she shoots it right back at him. “Oooo~ho~ho~ya! It will only kill you if you are weak, Kisakawacha~n.” She opens her mouth to add something, but Rika’s comment cuts her off with another ‘GECK!’, and she looks askance at her, eyebrow twitching, before cackling in her direction. “Go ahead, Rikacha~n, Amerikacha~n, have your fun… but I will have my revenge, and then it is -you- that will know the bitter taste of defeat! Much as your angels have tasted it already!” UUU~FU~FU~FU~YA! she imitates her angel’s laugh to punctuate that, and points dramatically at the pair. So there!
Rika responds with yet another resonating “Ooooooooohohohohohohoho!” instead of a more verbose response and disappears behind the school gates.
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