[h3][b]Rokoru Ishiara[/b]
// [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hGxUXFlSvbU]Warakuma Mall[/url][/h3]
His inquiring sent Ueno into a fluster so quick that Rokoru couldn’t help but be a little entertained. It reminded him of the first time he’d met her. It’s not like she had that much of an improvement in how she behaved around him (namely, how she got laughably tied up in herself when he did anything to or with her), but at least she didn’t whip off at high speeds when he talked to her. There was always that nervous edge to her words whenever they did talk though. Like she was a kitten facing a rottweiler.

Ueno had said basically what he had thought she’d reply with, but with some compliments thrown in, and Rokoru was not one to complain when his ego got stroked. He nodded at both of them, and when she finished with a smile (and a push towards actually getting started on that shopping), Rokoru couldn’t help but reply with his own toothy grin. After throwing in the remnants of what they’d been eating into the trash, the teen found himself up on his feet and already a few steps towards where all the boutiques were.  As he waited for Ueno to lead the way, he decided that he should strike up a conversation that revolved around something other than how he knew she just wanted to spend a day with him, a fact he was pleased with despite his aggressive tone he’d used. Something to talk about would stave off the boredom of shopping Rokoru anticipated.

The boy shifted his weight onto one hip and folded his arms. He eyed Ueno down once more as he tried to think of a good topic; something they’d probably have in common. That wasn’t archery, considering that’s all he’d basically ever talked to her about outside of a few occasions…

“[color=red]Do you play videogames? Or like work out… or anything?[/color]” Rokoru blurted out. His interests could be counted on less than one hand, and, if you excluded archery, he wasn’t quite confident that Ueno would share any of them.