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Ikeda Kiriko | 池田妃凛子 (apathyisboring) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-06-16 00:37:00

Entry tags:

kiriko, reizo

WHO: Kiriko, Reizo.
WHAT: "Confession" is probably the wrong word.
WHEN: Weekend after Seiko dungeon, but before any investigatening occurs.
WHERE: Noodle Alley.
WHY: Had to happen eventually.

Kiriko wasn't nervous. She felt a lot of things - determined, eager, maybe a little aggressive – but not nervous. The feeling she had was the kind of thing she had come to associate with shadow confrontations in Paradise. It was kind of the same basic concept, really, when she thought about it - chat him up, wear him down, drag him home... or something along those lines, at least.

She’d texted him a while ago, and was now waiting at their designated meeting place. The set up had been that Kozue was busy and she needed someone to celebrate with, which was the best kind of lie on account of it being half true. Kozue wasn’t busy at all, but with her wallet finally full again, she was feeling quite celebratory. Living on her gratuitously reduced allowance hadn’t been as painful as she’d expected, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t been painful.

Noodle Alley was relatively busy (to be expected on a Saturday evening) and she’d taken to people watching while she waited. Comparing herself to girls that walked past was an old habit, but apparently one that died hard. She was satisfied with the results: a couple that could compete with her, probably none that could outright ‘beat’ her. Strangely, she didn’t take that much comfort in it – she already knew she looked good.

She’d come nicely dressed, but not conspicuously so, the only notable difference from her everyday wardrobe being that her hair had been twisted up into one of those artfully messy buns that was meant to look as though it took twenty seconds when it actually took at least ten minutes to get all the strands in the “wrong” place. She had the kitsune clip in, despite it being early in the rotation. Maybe a little unsubtle, but that was fine if it spared her words. The words part was the part she had yet to figure out yet, anyway.

She craned her neck, looking for a head above the crowd.

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some_other_dog
2010-06-25 03:28 am UTC (link)

The smile, puzzled, slipped into a frown, which was even more quizzical. What the hell? Well, they were girls, and girls being gay wasn’t as bad as guys, ‘cuz it was at least something he could enjoy watching, but the not-being-able to touch them bit always sorta threw him off. Goldfish were shitty pets, lesbians made shitty girlfriends. Made sense to him.

He glanced down at his own hand when she pushed it away, and he rolled his eyes with a click of his own tongue in response, but otherwise remained quiet. He turned in his seat towards his own food and dug in, his huge bites of food and gulps of drink a stark contrast to the more ladylike dining of the girl beside him.

“Uhn?” He grunted out, eyes turning sideways to look at her. Love hotel? Oh. He swallowed his last bite with a gnashing of teeth and some effort, then cocked his head and eyebrow at her. Was one secret worth another? Tit-for-tat? Well..

He took another bite of his food as he considered it, chewed it slowly, and when he swallowed he finally answered. “I got a buncha my friends to fake chase us through the streets. They’re big guys, and there were a lot of ‘em, so it’s not like I looked like a pussy running away or nothing, and I even ‘beat up’ one or two of ‘em before I grabbed Kondo and ran. We ended up threading through some alleys, then bashing through a love hotel, and yeah.”

He turned back to his food and hunched back over it, and started wolfing it down again.

He spoke once more without looking up from his plate, his words only slightly muffled from the food in his mouth. “Still worried I fucked her, huh? Or just jealous?”

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apathyisboring
2010-06-25 04:11 am UTC (link)

She poked at her food in between eating it. The plates were too damn big. What he was describing must have been the cheesy, engineered scene Kozue was talking about. She was trying to imagine it, wondering if she'd fall for the same thing. Reizo running from anything was kind of hard to buy, but hindsight was 20/20, and she could hardly blame Kozue for not asking questions with a bunch of thugs chasing after her.

When he spoke again she rolled her eyes. She leaned further back in her chair and lifted the back of her hand to her forehead.

"Oh, it's true. I've been crying myself to sleep at night." Her voice was as overburdened with drama as her actions, and she turned in her seat, gripping his shoulder with her other hand while the first stayed plastered to her forehead. "The thought of you going steady with another girl, while here I was trying to work up the courage to ask you to the ice cream social!"

She dropped her hand, gave him a look, another eyeroll, and a gentle shove before returning to her plate (and a much more dignified position). Of course, the reality was that she had been jealous, but nobody needed to know that but her. Hopefully being flippant enough about it would make up for having jumped the gun and shown her cards too early back when it happened. All the same, for how often he accused her of jealousy, she had to wonder if he liked the idea.

"Anyway, what kind of friend would I be if I wasn't worried you got to her?"

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some_other_dog
2010-06-26 11:34 pm UTC (link)

Reizo sat silent (well, beyond the noises of him stuffing his face) as he ate and she proved herself a fitting lead in the next all-Japanese production of Gone With The Wind. When he was finished, which didn’t take too long, he pushed his plate back further on the counter and reached for a new cigarette, though it was a wonder why given how he’d sucked the last one down after his plate had been set down in front of him. Without so much as a cursory glance around to see if anyone cared that a minor was smoking in the shop, he lit it, stuffed his zippo back in his pocket, and then leaned his elbows heavily on the counter and sat nursing his drink through one corner of his mouth with the cigarette jutting jauntily out of the opposite corner.

He shoved her back, far less roughly than the people who‘d refused to get out of his way earlier, and shook his head.

“You sayin’ I’m not a trustworthy kinda guy? That hurts, coming from you.”

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apathyisboring
2010-06-28 06:35 am UTC (link)

By the time he'd finished, she was only halfway done. It wasn't so much that she was full as it was that she already had her eye on another menu item she wanted to try, and it was obviously important that she got some kind of dessert. She waited until his plate was pushed forward and he was busy lighting up, then slid the leftovers in front of him without so much as a sideways glance.

"Of course I think you're trustworthy." It was unlike Kiriko to miss sarcasm, which meant she was deliberately ignoring it. The ice in her glass clinked against the sides as she took a sip and set it back down again. She was staring into it with the faintest of smiles - a calculated pause broken only when she lifted her eyes to peruse the dessert menu.

"Why else would I have asked you out?"

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