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[color=silver]Man.

As if running head first into someone in a scene straight out of a comedy anime wasn’t enough, the dude he’d ran into had to be really damn [i]loud[/i], too. 

Lying on his back with little intention, will, [i]or[/i] ability to get up, Ryuu let out a loud groan and squeezed his eyes shut, hoping it would somehow hinder his ability to hear too. His head was pounding from hunger, exhaustion and quickly mounting annoyance, and now that his legs had stopped moving, he could barely tell they existed anymore. The thought of just… staying there on the floor, surrounded by the squeak of shoes and the distinct smell of wooden floor was tempting, but so was getting up and socking the guy quoting the damn school rules, so. Decisions.

Reluctantly, Ryuu pushed himself up to lean on his elbows, eyes opening enough to glare daggers at the guy now standing in front of him. A guy who… looked vaguely familiar, Ryuu realised with a start. But [i]how? [/i]This was his first school day in ages, and he doubted the face of someone he’d seen around town a few times would’ve sparked [i]this[/i] kind of sense of… recognition? So where…?

Guided by his sudden curiosity and annoyance over a misplaced sense of familiarity, Ryuu jumped up to his feet and leaned disturbingly close to the guy in front of him, eyes narrow. From afar, and potentially from the other boy’s perspective, it might’ve looked like a threatening gesture, but really, Ryuu was just dumb enough to think that somehow getting his face closer to the other guy’s might make the picture clearer. It didn’t, and that pissed Ryuu off even more.

What he [i]wanted[/i] to ask was ‘who are you again, I feel like I’ve seen you before.’ What came out instead was an angry, demanding: [color=#b7353a]“Who the hell do you think you are?”[/color][/color]