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The plot thickens. And that's not the only thing thickening... Well, anyway, I decided to give Rokoru ("red") and Mika ("palegreen") some colors just because I think it's nicer to read with colors.
Mika Moriyama /// Warakuma Shopping Complex
After returning with everyone’s drinks, Mika found her (and as a result, everyone’s) way over to a small table surrounded by stools. Rokoru had taken a seat next to her, and without anyone noticing, had subtly pulled it a little closer to Mika when he went to sit down. Mika wrapped her hands carefully around the cup reeking of coffee beans and cream. Anyone who knew her on a friend level knew that that drink was not just a coffee, but instead, a triple-cream hazelnut/vanilla shaken latté. She pulled it a little closer to herself so that the rising steam hit her chin. Thinking back on what he had said seconds before Rokoru arrived, Mika nodded a little. Maybe he was right. Mika slid the two guys’ drinks to them—Rokoru a frothy drink similar to her own and Akira a simple soft drink. Just as she went to take a quick sip from her latté, Akira started talking to Rokoru, and she shot him a glare. Of course he’d just go for Rokoru immediately and try to rub something in whatever wound was showing. What was being rubbed in, Mika wasn’t certain, however. Out of a weird kind of respect and frustration for the two guys before her, she attempted to ignore whatever their argument or fight or whatever entailed. But it was hard to ignore when Akira said “I thought you were gunning for someone else but she isn’t bad, congratulations.” Rokoru squirmed in his skin a bit after listening to the jabs Akira made, and he made an obvious effort to not look at Mika when he said “gunning for someone else”. With a bit of a slam, Rokoru put his fists flat-down on the table, sloshing around the liquid in the cups a bit. As a side-result, the front of Rokoru’s shirt was clearly visible.I don’t even like her that much. Not my fault that she wanted to scum some money off me and get some new clothes. It isn’t like I have much cash to spend anyway. I wasted everything I had when me and Hashimoto went to that sports store.” Before either of them could continue on with their peaceful conversation, Mika jabbed Rokoru in the side with her pointer finger, and spoke up. “Why do you guys hate each other so violently? Educate me on what I missed in that one year I wasn’t in the Archery club.” She tapped her chin just as Rokoru was about to say something. “And both sides of it, Rokoru.” Placated by her words, Rokoru sunk back into his seat (as much as you could when sitting on a stool, anyway) and fingered the cardboard insulation around the cup his hand wrapped around. Both Rokoru and Mika picked up their drinks and took a long, burning swig from them, picking them up and setting them down at almost the exact same time. Rokoru had told her of Akira before, of course, but someone like him can’t exactly be trusted to give a 100% completely unbiased and fair explanation of what had happened. “While I’m at it, Akira, why are you always a jerk around everyone? You didn’t act like you usually do before Rokoru showed up.” And at the wording she used, Rokoru straightened up a bit, probably thinking that Akira was trying to get into her pants or something by acting like the nicest guy around town. Mika stared at both boys intently until they’d answer with something.
Aww, how anticlimactic.
A truly unfortunate lack of climaxing from both parties involved.
Sen, put those shades on.
Nevveerrrrr. Well, I tried to, but it looked... weird.
But I am also thoroughly intrigued about what is happening in your avatar... sourceplox
Don't worry, it's just a body pillow of Goto Hidenori.
P.W.A-Personas with attitude with their new song: Straight Outta Warakompton.
So I shouldn't post the Album art then?
NO REGRETS
When she saw Akira approaching, Mika waved at hand at him just to signal her position to him. Though, it didn’t matter much, as she quickly grew tired of waiting for someone who was walking so slowly to come over to her and simply ran over to the boy. She chastised herself for being so eager however and forced a more stoic expression onto her face as she stood in front of the black-haired boy. Her fingers found their ways onto the straps of the bag she dangled from her shoulder. “I’ve been waiting for almost seven minutes now, Akira!” She exclaimed, instantly losing the cool she had mustered just moments ago. “Punctuality is important in a guy, you know. Now… I’ve invited someone to this outing. They’ll be meeting us at the store.” Mika took a few quick steps towards the steps leading away from the school, but quickly turned back around. “We never agreed on any rules, so you don’t mind, right?” The highschool girl took off before the boy could respond, only waiting for him to catch up when she got to the edge of the street.
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The shopping district was populated mostly by highschool students, having just gotten off from their classes as well. Mika and Akira found themselves waiting outside of some café Mika had only been to once several years ago. The mystery person had yet to show up, and it frustrated Mika enough that she felt the need to vent the thoughts to Akira. She didn’t feel like he’d care about his thoughts on how he never shows up on time and that he doesn’t even thank me. Though, as soon as she saw her expected guest, Mika instantly shut up and waved her cast-covered hand out so that he’d see where they were. Tragically, Rokoru did not return the positive energy Mika radiated. Likely due to the presence of Akira Kirigakure. Forgetting to mention that Akira would be there was the only way to get Rokoru to even show up. The boy turned almost 180o to leave, but Mika surged out and tugged his wrist back to get him to stay. He groaned, and followed the shorter girl back over to where she left Akira. “Meet our exciting third wheel for the day!” She moved her hand beneath the writing on Rokoru’s grey t-shirt. “Notice the clever and funny print on the subject’s clothing. Truly magnificent!” With a snorty giggle, she hopped back closer to Akira. Rokoru folded his arms over his chest like he usually did when he disapproved of something, covering the text that went over his shirt seemingly on purpose. “So, what do you guys want? For drinks? They’re obviously on me.”
Akira is on stand-by.
I'll get a post up in an hour or two. I posted! I'm still trying to figure out how I want to format my posts, but it's getting there. This new "like" system kinda bugs me in a weird way. Mostly due to how ugly the list is. It's just a big black bar that just occupies the bottom of the posts...
I'll try to get some kind of a post up today or tommorow. I'm, uh, busy right now though. [hides copy of Majora's Mask 3D] Wait... we can "like" posts now?! What is this?!
It's defo not Leiko's milkshakes that's for sure.
Oh, I can assure you that Leiko's milkshakes bring ALL the boys to the auditorium.
[sweats nervously] S-so, did anyone hear that joke about the dog and the postman? ...Yes? I... I'll just leave. But anyways, maybe I should go do that Mika thing while I wait? Maybe.
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