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Ah, that makes sense. Apologies if I sounded pushy. It's been almost a week since Oblivion's post tho, so idk.
Broken foot or not, waiting on you, Kissu.
Rokoru Ishiara
// Warakuma Mall

The boy grunted in reply to Ueno’s indifference towards his absolute favorite genre. Now that he thought about it more, his whole shtick outside of archery would probably be music. Not just rock, but everything. The entirety of music. That was his interest. But he decided against piping up about it, and merely looked at her with a disapproving stare when she mentioned screamo. ”I don’t consider ‘the ones where they scream a lot’ to be the same thing.” The teen leaned back a bit, moving his line of sight slightly higher. ”I don’t like it either though.”

Rokoru scanned the store as he waited for Ueno to finish looking at (and occasionally picking up) dresses. As expected, she had taken him to a place where they didn’t carry any men’s clothes, and it was just a sea of bright colors and thin-on-materials-but-still-really-expensive garments. He also spotted a few familiar faces but swallowed that idea as soon as it came. They already knew he was being leashed on a pseudo-date with Ueno, but if they were to catch them while they were out, it’d be… unpleasant. Not embarrassing or anything, but there was no doubt in his mind that they would harass him a bit before they could leave.

Rokoru realized that Ueno had returned to his side. And was looking at him. His neck snapped to face her, and when he did, she asked if the people from Archery were in fact from Archery. Rokoru nodded in response, and straightened his back. She seemed disgruntled over it, and she even asked him if they should leave. He wasn’t against leaving by any means but his curiosity took the best of him. ”Why? You don’t want any of the stuff you picked out? Or do you not like those guys? I don’t care whether we leave or not, so if you don’t wanna stay, we can go somewhere else. It’s not a big deal.”

He took the initiative and took a few steps away from the store, waiting a bit to see what she was going to do. Their whole plan for the day was Ueno’s decision, after all.
I started after you, don't pin this on me! I even encouraged you to stop for a while. and then I shamelessly played it for five hours
Rokoru Ishiara
// Warakuma Mall

Rokoru nodded along as Ueno talked about herself. And DR, and whatever physical activities she did. He was especially pleased to hear that the girl had specifically chosen Archery over Volleyball. Considering she’d joined during his reign, he considered it a success on his part. The club’s state was something he prided himself on; it became a lot more organized when he assumed position of president. The other third years— he had asked them about it— had said the difference was, if there was any, was marginal to them. But there was an higher number of recruits when the season started, which could only mean that he was doing something right. He’d liked to think he was doing all of it right, but even he couldn’t fool himself into believing that. For example, Ueno herself had basically panicked herself half to death when she tried to hand in her forms. Was he really that intimidating? Maybe it was just the fact that he was a third year and she was a second year. Older students are intimidating.

Rokoru was drawn out of his thoughts when she asked him a question about himself. He’d really only been sorta paying attention to what she was actually saying beyond the DDR thing, which didn’t actually mean much to him. Rokoru hated games like that, and it only struck him, as Ueno was still waiting for him to answer her question, that she might try to rope him into playing it. Possibly with her. It’d be embarrassing in more ways than one.

“Besides Archery?” Rokoru started, as he shuffled through a rack of shirts he had stopped by. He hoped that the store he had started browsing through was one of Ueno’s destinations, since by the time he had continued, he had his eye on two shirts already. The shopping fever had hit when he remembered that he really needed some new clothes. “I dunno. I go running sometimes, and I suppose I like it. I really do it more to keep up with myself— you get what I mean? Ehh, forget it.” His words were slow in contrast to hers, and he only looked back at Ueno after decided he didn’t actually want anything from the rack. “I’m into music and shit. Rock’s pretty sweet. You like it? Rock?”

The boy took a step towards Ueno, closing the gap between them a bit. People kept rushing past them and in between them, so he felt that it’d be best if he was close enough so that people would not do that. Just an arms reach away, close enough so that she could see his tongue run over his front teeth like he had just eaten peanut butter. But not quite close enough to notice the very slight raise of the corner of his lip. People walked around them instead of through them after he took that step.
You guys know me so well are totally wrong. (It was actually a Pitch Perfect parody that got a little janky ifyaknowwhatimean.)
I was gonna do a stupid joke fic for April Fools but it was so shitty that I got disgusted half-way through and deleted it.

So yeah.
Rokoru Ishiara
// Warakuma Mall

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…

Do you play videogames? Or like work out… or anything?” 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.
I feel like you guys used to talk more on OOC?

It's like when you max a social link, where, after forging a deep bond, you rarely talk to them again outside of scripted story events and generic hang-out sessions.
Before dedicating possibly hours of going through either of the old threads,you need to ask yourself if you're truly willing to commit yourself to the teachings of the tiniest bara. Can you really handle such raw and uncontained highschool student?!
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