[center][h1][color=black]T[/color]OTSUKA [color=black]R[/color]YUSEI
[color=black]戸[/color]塚 [color=black]竜[/color]星[/h1][/center]
[hr][right][color=gray]introduce a little pickle juice. upset the established order.
and everything becomes chaos.[/color][/right][hr]

[indent]So this was what it was like, was it? It didn't exactly take a genius to see what the proprietor's daughter had gotten up to. She was teasing them, though the majority of her comments seemed to be aimed at Shiori, who took to huffing like she normally did when he took a few shots at her. He couldn't say he much liked being on the receiving end of it—though the way his otherwise pale cheeks tinted with the flush of embarrassment said otherwise. How the hell was he supposed to respond to that? It wasn't even anything especially scandalous. She just said that he looked nice. That they [i]both[/i] looked nice. Together. Was he so starved for praise that even a simple compliment put him on the back foot like that?

[color=c0c0c0]"Thanks, I guess..."[/color] The way he muttered his response, scratching at the back of his head as if to distract himself from the comment, was more than answer enough. It was totally understandable to be a little off balance when you had not one, but two girls offering their appreciation. Anybody would be embarrassed if put in that spot! 

Deciding he needed to assert some level of control over the situation and wrest the reins back from Ariyoshi, Ryusei scoffed, and turned to glance at the many empty booths on offer. [color=c0c0c0]"Why don't we go find somewhere to sit? Don't wanna clog up the counter an' all."[/color][/indent]