[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]It may have been a testament to Ryusei's suspicious nature that the blinding smile Ariyoshi gave him in response stoked the fires of his unease. The glint in her eye certainly didn't help that, betraying her intentions despite the airy persona she put on. What was the saying? It was always the quiet ones? Their host certainly hadn't been very quiet since their arrival, but she was rather soft spoken, and the disarming way she conducted herself fit the image of a sweet, docile girl. He didn't trust that. Not at all. Especially when he was in such a compromising position. Wasn't tea supposed to be a [i]relaxing[/i] thing to have?

He should've guessed that, even with his small victory of shifting the focus of their little talk elsewhere, there would come another jab. Asking him which one he'd rather sit with? What kind of Machiavellian scheming was this? Why not just stab him in the throat right then and there? Usually, when you went on a date—which this was not, he reminded himself—you just sat across from your partner. That way you could chat with them without feeling too crowded. It stood to reason, then, that sitting across from Shiori would be the correct choice. But, in doing so, he would have to state his intention to sit next to Ariyoshi, which could definitely be taken as him choosing the ginger he just met over the ginger he came in with. Not to mention how small the booth was; it might not have stood out to a normal person, but as someone who had spent the majority of his young life banging his head on door frames and having to squeeze into desks, he was acutely aware of how much space he took up. This was gonna be a tight fit.

He was over redheads, he decided. They were proving to be too much work. Shooting Ariyoshi a glare, the teen decided he would at least try to deny her whatever amusement she was deriving from fucking with him. He placed his hand on the table of the booth, sliding himself into the right side. 

[color=c0c0c0]"Don't really care either way,"[/color] He lied, putting on his best disinterested face. Which, considering his general disdain for most people, was usually pretty convincing. [color=c0c0c0]"Pick whichever side you want."[/color][/indent]