[h3][b]Rokoru Ishiara[/b]
/// [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hGxUXFlSvbU]Warakuma Mall[/url][/h3]
“[color=silver]Ishiara-senpai![/color]”

Rokoru’s head turned as soon as he heard it. Practically nobody called him that, except for a certain Saya Ueno. He scratched at the back of his neck as the shorter girl approached with her hand held up in a wave. As she approached, and while telling him the reason why she was so late, Rokoru gazed at her from top to bottom. He wasn’t pleased with the fact that she looked like she had done it all in a wind tunnel. And she was out of breath, which was likely a side-effect of her running late. Though, it wasn’t like he could judge, considering he had rushed to get to the mall as well. Rokoru had completely forgotten about the whole thing until literally minutes before he had to be there, and being the type of guy that despises doing laundry, the only “clean” shirt he had was the black tanktop, and even that had a rather large stain on the side. His jacket covered it rather nicely at least.

“[color=red]Don’t worry,[/color]” He interrupted her before she could continue. “[color=red]As long as you follow through with that getting me something to eat. I’m starved.[/color]”

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The two came out from the first food store they had came across, and after having been mistaken for a couple twice, emerged with some fresh eats. It was pretty good food, to say the very least. Rokoru took a swig from a bottle of soft drink (he had just grabbed the first thing he saw, and he hadn’t fully registered what it actually was until later), and stifled a belch afterwards. As they consumed the spoils of the ordeal, the teen reflected on the day and, by extension, Ueno. She seemed nice enough but he just couldn’t get a solid opinion on her. Their interactions had been limited to her being incredibly nervous around him while they were both in the range, so it wasn’t like he could really draw from that. He had asked a little about her but that proved rather fruitless when Rokoru realized that there was a reason nobody he knew really had anything to say: Saya was a second year, he was a third year.

	He cocked his head to the side so that it rested on his raised shoulder, and stared at Saya for a bit. What the day was going to exactly entail, Rokoru didn’t know. Obviously they were going to shopping, but for what? Where? Why? It didn’t really matter to him, but he felt like he needed to know for some reason.

	Rokoru ran his tongue over his teeth before asking. “[color=red]So what are we hunting for through this crowded mess for today, Ueno? Clothes, accessories, lady shit? Or do you just want to hang out under the guise of spending your hard-earned cash?[/color]”