Fun things to do to your rival on the beach.
Current IC time is: Fri Aug 23 14:37:55 2002
Beach
The beach of Kamakura is the largest landmark and attraction of this otherwise unremarkable suburban town, but one is really more than enough - it stretches for almost the entire horison, a beautiful area of perfect yellow sand and shallow water, naturally blue and perfectly clean despite the proximity to the industrialised Tokyo Bay. A tall concrete wall separates the city, raised like on a plateu, from the beach area, doubtlessly a means to protect it from the sea in times of it’s rage.
Beachside industry thrives in Kamakura, and there’s more than a dozen stands which sell everything one would want on a beach, from shaved ice to lifesavers.
It’s scalding hot. ‘bright and sunny’ is now a thing of the past, and people abandon all clothing their station allows them and gravitate towards shadows and water.
Toyomiko
Long luxurious hair falls in gentle curves down this young woman’s back, reaching near to her waist. A headband is barely visible beneath this mass of raven black hair, but it serves to keep the bangs out of her eyes, which are covered by a pair of sunglasses with lenses even darker than that hair. Her classically pale and heart shaped face stands out in sharp contrast to this, presumably almondine eyes hidden from view beneath the shades, set atop 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.
A black bikini just barely covers her form, leaving very little about this girl to the imagination. Pale skin holds just a hint of a tan in it, which given her Asian origins implies this girl actually spends quite a bit of time at the beach.
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 wearing very little, which is hardly surprising in this weather, a simple blood-red two-piece swimsuit, rather skimpy and frivolous but still somehow managing to mantain the air of decency - mostly through the virtue of being a simplistic tasteful design, though it certainly can’t conceal her impressive figure.*
Eileen
Modesty was always a big issue with the shy young exchange student, so it’s unsurprising for Eileen to have chosen to wear the most modest thing she could find. Her young, athletic, curvy figure can’t be hidden by any swimsuit though, so her shy demeanor is even more pronounced than usual. The English-featured girl is clad in an unassuming one piece forest green swimsuit with a white blouse tied around her waist. Her brown hair is braided into a rope-like ponytail which drags along the ground a little, while her bangs falls cutely over her face, completely obscuring one of her dark green eyes. Unlike almost everyon else at the beach, Eileen’s complexion is very fair, and unlike many girls, she doesn’t seem to wear much makeup if at all.
Stretched out on a towel a reasonable distance from the water lies one raven haired beauty.. after all, it’s awfully difficult for a Japanese girl to hold a tan, so Toyomiko has to spend lots of time doing it. She lies on her stomach, the mass of raven hair somewhat held by a headband, pushed to the side so her nearly bare back, crossed only by the narrow string holding her top up, is nice and exposed to the sun, as are those long legs. Hey.. she’s actually wearing bottoms, for once. This could be considered a more modest outfit.. for her.
Eileen is following Rika as usual, this time bringing with her a larger duffel bag, which occasionally rattles. Thankfully, the girl has good balance, because whatever’s in it is heavy. She’s dressed in her forest green one piece swimsuit, with what must have been the most modest cut she could find. Her athletic, curvy form however still isn’t hidden by much, which must be why she’s wearing a white blouse over her top, and why she’s chosen to wear her towel around her waist in a sarong-style. It’s a very pretty towel too, with a nice flow to it, the intricate blue, gray, and terra cotta color scheme fluttering supply in the breeze.
Rika treads forward without a care in the world, dressed in her skimpy red swimsuit and nothing else, still carrying around her ridiculous bookbag which pretends to be an official Eriol Gakuen issue bag, but most definitely isn’t. Noticing her eternal rival, she passes her by, ignoring her, but suddenly abruptly stops and proceeds with digging inside her bag, her face distorted into a particularily sly grin. Soon, she recovers a tube of sunblock cream, apparently, unused and forgotten… Why’d she carry it around anyway, when she never uses it…? Putting a finger across her lips, she winks at Eileen, and starts tiptoeing towards Toyomiko, making sure to maintain absolute silence and avoid having her shadow fall anywhere within Toyomiko’s visibility range.
“Maaa… atsui~ya..” The Oosakan beauty complains, shifting a little bit and sliding some more of her raven black hair away from her neck, but other than that, she hardly moves an inch. Hey, a tan is a delicate thing, and she’s not quite ready to roll over yet! Once it’s juuuust right, then she’ll roll over. Of course, there are plenty of people about the beach, so the approach of her legendary rival goes completely unnoticed. Those violet eyes are shut right now, anyways!
Rika twirls the tube in her hands to warm up the cream to body temperature. Looks like she’s taking no chances at all in this silly little prank. To be honest, that’s a very bold thing to do, trying to write stuff on people with sunblock cream when they aren’t even asleep. But that’s Rika for you. Opening up the tube, she squeezes gently on it, proceeding to carefully draw kanji on the legs the oosakan girl is so proud of. The two kanji that make up the word ‘Pen…’… well, at least that’s the one she’s drawing on the left thigh.
The Oosakan is sensitive, too sensitive really, the poor girl.. “Mmmm.. the breeze feels so nice..” she sighs as the temperature across her thighs drops just a little bit.. after all.. surely it had to be the wind. She actually does move a little bit.. no doubt startling any nearby after her stillness, but all she does it lift her head a little, flip to the other direction, that heavy mass of hair following her, eyes never opening, and breathes out another contented sigh as she sinks into the towel once again. “Kimochi~ya~..” Every girl loves the breeze!
Rika sticks the tip of her tongue out with effort, proceeding to the second kanji. ‘pencil’. That’s what the word reads. Must be an in-joke. Quickly, she finishes. That’s not brilliant calligraphy by any account, but the damp characters are quite readable from significant distances… well, if the thighs are open to view, that is, but with Toyomiko, that’s usually the case. capping the tube, Rika tosses it back into the bag, spreads out a towel right beside her rival and settles onto it in a meditative pose, waiting. It’s pretty evident she’s taking great pains to swallow a fit of maniacal laughter… but if she alerts Toyomiko too soon, the effect will be ruined.
The poor girl is oblivious to the attention, breathing out a sigh of contenment every now and again, but otherwise not moving an inch. “Atsui~yaa..” It is hot, but that just means the tan will come out even nicer! She all but falls asleep, laying there in surprising peacefulness from the normally vibrant girl. Meanwhile, the sun does it’s work.. browning some portions of her pale nihonjin skin…. and neglecting others.
Eileen remains quiet, but has gone remarkably pale (a feat for a girl of obvious English descent), and just stands where she is, holding her breath, as if she were scared that if she released her breath, she might break the scene unfolding before her. In an interesting contrast, the tops of her cheeks blush red, probably as her mind reaches back to the memories of the unexpected events which inspired Rika to write about writing implements on Toyo’s leg.
Rika waits until she is absolutely sure that it’s too late. Way too late. Only then she finally breaks out her biggest camera and jumps up, casting her shadow along the length of now considerably more brown rival. snap-beep If this sound wasn’t enough to make Toyomiko suspicious, the laugh Rika has been holding for so long is probably more than enough. “OOOOOoooooooooooooooohohohohohohohohoho!”
It was soooooo peaceful, too. The shadow is the first thing that catches her attention.. “Moooou..” Looks like her sun went away.. but that’s wierd, it was a beautiful day, at least when she last looked up at the sky. Then, at the beep and the laughter that is ALMOST obnoxious as her’s… it all becomes clear. Give her credit, Toyomiko is pretty quick where her rivalry duties are concerned, and she is on her feet in the flash, hand cocked pointedly in front of her mouth as she tilts her head back and UUUU~FU~FU~FU~FU~FU~FU~’s in response, purple eyes flashing as she points at the red-suited redhead. “Neeee.. Rikacha~~n~.. you can take as many pictures as you want.. but it won’t give you as nice a body as mine..” She stretches her arms over her head and behind her back, all but standing on her tiptoes to give them the nicest pose possible.. all the time completely oblivious to the sunblock STILL slathered on her thighs. u~fu~fu~fu~
Eileen lets out her breath in a heavy sigh and backs away just a little bit, finally moving away from her spot as if concerned Toyomiko might explode in the next two seconds. And she just might, if those two seconds involve realizing the suntan lotion on her thigh… Yup, the wisest thing right now is to stay out of it…hai…out…good…She bumps against the curb behind her and lets out a small shriek as she nearly loses her balance. D’oh, so much for that! In an almost comical fashion, she flails her free arm, while trying to keep balance on one leg AND hold the heavy duffle bag aloft.
Rika giggles under her breath for a while. Then more. She’s so busy laughing that she doesn’t even notice Eileen almost tumbling down. Then Rika just falls over with laughter herself, rolling on her towel. “Nice body…. nice body… hahhahahaha…” Oh no she isn’t about to tell Toyomiko what she did, no. Finally, the fit passes and Rika makes sure to carefully pack the camera back into the bag. “….nice body, oooh yesssss….” she giggles.
Toyomiko DOES notice, but she isn’t exactly in a position to help, and besides.. Airincha~n seemed plenty agile with a pencil, she’ll have to manage! She glowers down at Rika’s antics, crossing her arms over her chest, purple eyes narrowing. “Mock all you want.. Rikacha~n..” and she tosses that raven hair back over her shoulder with a toss of her head, like a bothered pony, ‘hmpfing’. “MY bloodlines are clearly superior to yours.. kabuki actresses are world renowned for their beauty..” And genetics never lie, so there! “I’ll bet your mother looks like a tanooki!” Eyes roll heavenwards, and she uu~fu~fu~fu’s at the image formed in her brain. A stupid.. rather plain looking red-headed tanooki.
Eileen somehow manages to regain her balance…she’d nearly tripped over the curb while backing away from Rika and Toyo a bit! With an effort, she places both feet firmly back on the ground, and heaves a small sigh of relief while touching her chest just below the neck with her free hand. Her other hand is occupied with a heavy looking duffle bag, and with an effort she shifts it to in front of her legs. In an amusingly peculiar sense of style, the girl in the green one piece has on an unbuttoned white blouse, and a towel wrapped sarong-like around her waist.
Rika does not respond to Toyomiko’s last unfriendly jibe. Instead, she stage whispers a single word to her eternal rival, loudly enough for all nearby to hear, “PENCIL.”. With that, an evil-looking sly grin assumes a permanent residence on her face.
Taking her rival’s silence as triumph, violet eyes flash, ufufufufu‘ing in her victory, until Rika leans near to her. Toyomiko blinkblinks at that, and then at the single whispered word, her cheeks turn a rather interesting shade of crimson, and she backs away from the redhead a little bit, turning to spit Airin with a purple eyed glare for a moment, still completely oblivious to that word written across her thighs, and then turns back to Rika, cackling in true rival form. “Ooo~ho~ho~ho~ya.. you won’t defeat me that easily, Rikacha~n. In this battle… I won’t lose!” She points to the sky as she declares her intentions, eyes glinting fiercely. What is the battle about? …who knows, really. That’s not the point!
Eileen blinks and actually flinches away from Toyomiko’s glare. “…a-ano…” is all she says from her spot. She sighs and sets her bag down where she is, and crouches down as well…looks like this is going to take a while.
Rika folds her arms on her chest… more like just underneath her chest… “…You already lost. About ten minutes ago at least.” she states, still smiling slyly.
“OOO~HO~HO~HO~HO~YA~~” Toyomiko continues to cackle, unperturbed by the redhead’s statement. “Your overconfidence will be your undoing, Rikacha~~n~..” she teases, pointing a finger accusingly at the redhead while her other hand covers her mouth daintily as she cackles at the redhead. “Even with Airincha~n.. you do not stand a chance against me!” Yes, she really does talk like a bad samurai movie.
Masamune
The first thing to greet any viewer’s eyes, so long as the person is not focusing on the neck down, are the long locks of Masamune’s deep purple hair, which has been evenly and parted to both sides. The said mat of hair is an odd shade of violet dark enough to be mistaken for black, were it not for the glowing, indigo hue reflecting off its surface. Overall, Masamune is a rather handsome boy, bearing a fairly tall, trim frame; the culmination of years of strict martial arts training and a healthy metabolism. Kurosawa’s face, in proprtion with his body, is slightly angular and handsomely chisled, though his features are still rounded as a sign of his youth. Also as expected, his face comes included with a thin, stretched mouth, proportinally narrow nose, and a pair of narrow, yet strangely friendly, hazel eyes. The boy overall appears perpetually tired, yet at the same time perceptive and full of life.
As the trend of summer calls, Masamune is currently wearing light clothing, encompassing both comfort and fashion. His t-shirt is simply colored black, nearly devoid of graphics except for the phrase “Glove on Fight” scrawled in a neon green across his chest. A pair of loose-fitting, faded green, multipocketed pants cover the rest of his body from the hips down, as is the standard function of pants. Peeking beneath the slack are a set of worn, black and blue sneakers comfortiably protecting Masamune’s feet from rocks, splinters, and whatever hazards he might come across wherever he walks.
Meanwhile, allocated somewhere not far from the youthful, female trio, Masamune lies contently upon the golden beach sands. More accurately, the indigo-haired boy’s body is sprawled comfortably against a plain, white beach towel. His hazel eyes seem to be focused intently upon the ash gray pages of his manga held inches from his nose, the white-lettered title, “Tokyo Underground” scrawled upon it’s sapphire-colored cover.
Suddenly, Masamune’s ears are bombarded with a high-pitched cackle, originating from somewhere at his side. He tries to stifle a shivver upon the noise, but it proves to be a losing battle. The purple-haired teenager, taking great care to keep inconspicuous, shifts his vision towards the trio of bikini-clad girls, attention now focused on whatever activities they might be engaged. He can always read his manga later, and it seems like they might be more interesting to view than the book.
Rika widens her grin, “Overconfident? You’re too unobservant to know the Truth. You don’t even know what’s going on on your own backside!” she exclaims and giggles, stage whispering again, “PENCIL!”
“Saa Truth..??” Toyomiko echoes.. suddenly quite serious, peering this way and that as if such a thing could jump right out from the sand dunes in plain view! The mention of her backside FINALLY makes her glance behind herself, down… and.. “MOOOU!” she cries out when she spots the lotion, quickly squatting down to swipe it free of her thighs.. but.. it’s too late.. there is a definite difference in the tan of the portions not covered by the lotion and the portions covered by it.. leaving ‘pencil’ clearly tattoed on her thighs until her tan wears out. …and given the shortness of the skirts she usually wears.. “…I won’t forgive you for this.. Rikacha~n..” there is fire in those purple eyes as she looks back up at the redhead, pointing a finger accusingly.. “You’ll pay for this!” She IS fond of idle threats.. that girl.
Masamune coughs when the arguement between the two girls suddenly escalates, specifically at the raven-haired female. Almost involuntarilly, the indigo-haired boy leans inwards a bit more, focusing in more attention upon their situation. He is by no means sadistic, taking enjoyment of the two girl’s plights, but a smile cannot help but cross upon his face. This is turning out WAY better than any manga.
Rika breaks out into her own annoying, scary laughter, “Oooooooooohohohohohohohoho!”, but abruptly interrupts it to say, “How much?”, a geniune curious expression on her face, as if she’d really expect Toyomiko to sell her desire for revenge for money.
Eileen takes a deep breath again, and cringes just a little bit. Happily, she’s far enough away from the blast radius, but she gives a worried look towards Rika. She sighs softly, letting the breath back out. Rivals must be so hard to deal with, on either side of the conflict. The shy young girl appears glad she doesn’t have one…however… “…ano…rika…we should get going, ne?”
“Yess.. that’s right.. run away.. Rikacha~~n.. listen to Amerikacha~n.. ufufufufu~~” Toyomiko continues to cackle.. as if she’s done a single useful thing to get back at them. Then there is that gentle coughing coming from behind her. It must be someone making fun of her legs! So she whirls on said person, purple eyes glaring down at him with her best haughty expression, crossing her arms over her chest. “Maaaa.. is there something amusing over here.. nee?” Well.. it’s not like he was laughing or anything, she’s just in a bad mood!
Like a moth to the flame, Masamune is drawn even closer to the impending conflict between the apparent rivals. Still desirous of retaining his subtlety, the indigo-haired beach-goer slowly begins to sit upright, feigning a fatigued stretch. However just as he reaches as his body ascends…
“Heads up!”
thwack
By a sudden twist of fate, Masamune finds his head struck by a soft, white, spherical, high-velocity object. Startled by the unexpected shock of the bludgeoning volleyball (and the fact that the ball hit him pretty derned hard), the indigo-haired teenager stumbles sideways, rolling violently across the sandy soil. His forced journey finally comes to a halt, Masamune left facefirst upon the golden sands of the beach, a surprising distance from where he first was. He coughs, ejecting a small cloud of dust. “Owww,” the purple-haired boy grunts. Unfortunately for him, Masamune is now lying directly between Rika and Toyomiko.
This can’t be good.
Rika just giggles quietly, putting a finger across her lips and winking at Eileen while Toyomiko’s turned away. Toyomiko’s lucky it’s not school time - at least she can wear clothing that covers those silly kanji on her thighs! Taking her trademark tiny Minolta on a chain that’s perpetually hanging off her neck, she takes a picture of Toyomiko glaring at Masamune, snip.
Eileen blinkblinks and looks at the guy who fell between Rika and Toyomiko, “…anoooo, are you alright…?” she calls softly to the ‘poor’ boy stuck between the two beautiful rivals. She drags her bag over, and sets it back down closer to the trio, and peers through her long bangs at the prone boy.
She COULD.. but there isn’t much clothing in Toyomiko’s wardrobe to hide that tan gone awry, her legs are her best feature, after all. She turns back to glare at Rika again after dressing down the poor hapless lad who dared even look in their direction, yes.. a lot of people are staring, but she just happened to pick that one out. And the… ANOTHER one comes flying right in between them.. whap Purple eyes blinkblink.. and then the raven haired youth stares down at the guy suddenly caught in the middle of their argument. Well.. if he’s trapped there! “neeee..” she starts, looking down at him, leaning over to peer over him. “You’re a guy…” long haired, but still obviously a guy! “Which of us is sexier.. me.. or her..” She points at the redhead, smiling mock sweetly down at the guy.
Masamune, still facefirst in the sand, is in no position to judge anyone’s appearances, considering he’s not looking in the first place. Besides which, if life has taught him anything, it’s that NEVER get involved in a fight between two girls. Tis possibly one of the punishments of Hell, for all he knows. “Well, yeah, I am a guy,” he says, still refusing to remove his gaze from the sand. “You DO know that answering a question like that will probably get me killed.”
Rika smiles sweetly to Masamune, covering her eye with the tiny camera, snip as if to better remember whom to kill. “More like mutilated.” she comments just as sweetly. “Though it depends on how nice you are about it.” she adds after a moment of thought.
Eileen blinkblinkblinks up at Toyomiko’s question to the poor boy. “….a-ano, toyomiko-san…i think it’s more important to help him to his feet, ne…?” Then something occurs to her. She blinks then regards Masamune. “…ano…how did you wind up falling like that….?” She trails off then, realizing she doesn’t know his name.
Never one to be bested by her rival, Toyomiko’s smile grows all the sweeter, even though her purple eyes carries a dangerous glint to them. “Maaa.. you did roll right into the middle of this.. the least you can do is give us an answer..” She starts to cackle her little laugh, but Eileen interrupts at this point, and the raven haired youth looks up to glare at her, although it is quickly replaced by mock sweetness, purple eyes flashing at the gaijin. “Why.. Amerikacha~n.. you had no problem leaving -ME- lying on the ground… why should it be any different for this one.. neeee?” u~fu~fu~fu~fu
Actually, Eileen does know Masamune, though their meeting was that of a brief one. “Would you believe I don’t know?” Masamune answers Eileen, finally pushing himself to his feet. The indigo-haired boy violently shakes his head, ridding himself of the remaining concussion, as well as a pint of sand that settled within his purple locks. That done, he glances towards Toyomiko, then to Rika, and back again. “Well, mind telling my why you two are rivals anyways?” he asks, hopefully able to change the subject.
Rika giggles, kneeling down on the sand for a better angle and snapping another picture. “That’s… too long a story to tell you before you answer the question, I should say.” she responds. As a side note, this brings her …um.. assets… closer to the potential observer, that is, Masamune. “But since it’s already asked, there’s no easy getting out of it for you.” she grins.
Eileen shakes her head softly, and says to Toyo, “…iie, the rivalry between you two is between you two, ne? but he’s an innocent bystander who just happened on this. it’s not his fault.” She sighs, and gets back to her feet, dusting her knees…or rather the towel in front of her knees. “…you should be more considerate to people you don’t know, ne?”
Geck! A raven eyebrow twitches as Rika leans down, she won’t let her have an edge so easily! Toyomiko moves to stand over the poor youth, keeping the ruined tanned of the back of her legs out of view whilst showing off the other side of it.. which was properly done and doesn’t contain any grafitti, purple eyes glinting as she actually.. gasps! agree’s with Rika. “Eeeee.. you interrupted us.. the least you can do is give us an answer.. u~fu~fu~fu..” Her laughter is interrupted by Eileen’s comment once again, and this time the eyebrow twitch is actually angry, and she turns to point accusingly at the gaijin. “Y-you should talk.. about being considerate, Amerika!” Glareglare.
“Ulp!” Masamune swallows nervously. Perhaps it’s due to the sweltering summer sun, or perhaps because of the pressure of the sudden bind he’s in, but the sweat welling upon the purple-haired boy’s forehead has formed something of a larger, crystal-like sweatdrop. His teeth clench even tighter as both Rika and Toyomiko begins to behave more demurely, a crimson color beginning to wash over his face. “Well…ah…It really w-wasn’t my fault that…err…” The situation isn’t getting any better for him. Not at all.
Rika grins, slowly drawing even closer to Masamune now. “…does it matter who’s fault it is now?” she asks curiously. Curious expression is one of Rika’s cutest facial expressions, no doubt about it.
Eileen puffs her cheeks once, and her posture straightens up a bit, and she drops her bag to place both hands on her hips. Dark green eyes flash softly. “….ano, what did i do to you that was so inconsiderate, ne, toyomiko-san? it’s not like the pencils were deliberate..!” She frowns softly.
The sky darkens as the sun disappears behind the buildings. The burning hues of the disappearing daylight reflect from windows.
The trapped youth aaaalmost gets stepped on as Toyomiko turns to more fully face Eileen, her own cheeks puffing out indignantly. “S–sure.. if it was such an ‘accident’.. then why did you leave me just lying there while Rika took pictures! Liar!” Arms cross over her chest, purple eyes glinting with anger. Who would have known a simple writing instrument could inspire such an argument!
Masamune combs through the locks of his indigo-colored hair, partly from nervousness, but also from frustration. It’s never a fun thing to be caught in the middle of a war between girls, and even he has his limits. Masamune sighs, hazel vision darting back and forth between all the girls. “You know, it’s kind of pointless to be fighting about who’s sexier and who’s better than who. All of you have great qualities, both physically and personality wise that anyone would find attractive.” All this Masamune says with a sincere smile. His focus turns directly to Toyomiko in particular. “Besides which, I’m sure that Airin-chan meant well, whatever happened between you two.” A finger is raised to the indigo-haired boy’s lips, his expression conforming into something of innocent humor. “And by the way, no one really cares that your leg says ‘pencil’ on it. If anything, it gives you more character.”
Rika looks up innocently at Toyomiko and takes a picture, “…only because she won’t explain you the reference.” she comments to Masamune nonchalantly.
Eileen’s frown deepens, and her face reddens a bit…though not from the embarrassment usually associated with Eileen’s face flushing. “…ne, you take that back, toyomiko-san! I’m not a liar!” She stamps her foot once as her voice slowly elevates away from her soft shy tones to something resembling a shy girl about ready to lay the er…lecture… down. That’s right. Lecture. She hmphs. “If you’re going to be that way then I don’t feel the least bit sorry towards you!” She shakes her head, as if trying to shake her rising anger. Then gestures with her hand to Masamune. “See? He’s complimenting you, after you nearly stepped on him..!”
Teeth gnash, and a sandaled foot stomps right back at the gaijin, waaay to close to Masamune no doubt for his comfort. “I will NOT take it back.. liar!” Toyomiko snaps right back at her, never one to give ground or suddenly go all apologetic. “Nobody is fooled by your ‘innocent’ act! Hmpf!” She crosses her arms, tossing her hair angrily, almost stomping on the poor youth beneath her a few times.. his words going right by her ears, before she whirls, flicking her hand in a contempous gesture. “I have people I’d MUCH rather spend my time with…” And then she procedes to cackle to herself a little bit as she stomps off along the beach, gathering up her towel in a swift gesture. Hmpf hmpf hmpf!
Masamune sighs. Nothing else, just sighs. At least he’s free from that little predicament. However, the indigo-haired boy gets the distinct feeling that this is just the beginning of what will be one heck of a ride. Ah well, might as well enjoy it. There are girls involved, after all ^_~.
Rika flashes a victory sign and a grin at Eileen and Masamune, and falls back onto her towel. “Whew.” she breathes out. “Toyomimi’s so taxing…”
Eileen sighs softly, and flops to a seated position on the towel. “…haaa…i can’t believe her, accusing me like that.” She drags her duffle bag over, and says to Masamune, “…ano, gomen nasai…”
Masamune now lying down again, begins to speak once more. This time, his words are for Eileen, though his focus is towards the crystal sky and not the gaijin. “You know, you really shouldn’t be mad at her. I don’t have any idea what’s going on, but no one can tell what’s she’s thinking. Maybe the girl has something heavy on her shoulders that none of us know about.”
Rika giggles quietly to herself, before responding to the words not even addressed to her, “Nothing heavy on her shoulders except that head full of pure cast iron, trust me. She’s been like this since middle school.”
Eileen nods softly, and says, “hai…that’s a good thought…but…it’s hard for me when people call me things i’m not…” She sighs and flops onto her back. “….anyways…i’m going to lie here and try to relax now…gomen…”
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