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Ikeda Kiriko | 池田妃凛子 (apathyisboring) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-11-02 01:05:00

Entry tags:

kiriko, reizo

Who: Reizo, Kiriko
What: Post-dungeon intercept!
When: Right after they get out of Kai's dungeon.
Where: Near the school, outside somewhere.
Why: Because it's someone's ~special day~

"Hey, birthday boy!" Kiriko called to catch Reizo's attention, jogging up to him. The crunch of her boots in the snow had announced her before she announced herself. "Wait up!"

The team had mostly split up to go their separate ways, and they were alone now, or at least out of earshot, on Nanakamado grounds. Outside was chilly and snowy, quite the contrast to the warm beach they'd been introduced to in Kai's mind, and Kiriko was out of the bikini and back in her winter jacket with a scarf tied around her neck and her hands joined behind her back.

"You've got plans for tomorrow, right?"

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apathyisboring
2010-11-02 06:48 am UTC (link)

"Probably not much more than you spent on my birthday." She smirked, recalling that she'd never wheedled the pricetag out of him that time. "Yeah, did you lose your old one? Well, hopefully this is better."

The lighter she'd bought him was a handsome pewter flip-top with some weight to it. The outline of a stylized wolf, resembling the one on his back, was engraved across the face. 白井雷三 was engraved across the bottom.

"Maybe not the best choice," she admitted a little self-consciously, referring to the wolf, "But it looked like the one you already had."

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some_other_dog
2010-11-02 06:58 am UTC (link)

He let out a grunt. He was obviously not going to get the price out of her, and that was fair in a way, but as far as he knew she wasn't rolling in it anymore. Granted, most of her dorm room had been paid for by him by ways of apology for what had happened in his dungeon, but.. still, modern princesses needed money.

He flicked it open experimentally, and the corners of his lips turned up into a small smile at the nostalgic sound of a flip-top lighter being opened. Not many knew the only reason he preferred the things were because of his father, and not many ever would, so the sad smile was likely more than a little puzzling to the girl standing in front of him.

“Thanks,” he told her with a nod, and he flicked the thing to life, adjusted the length of the flame with a practiced twitch of his fingers, and lit a new cigarette with it. The lighter clanked closed with a jerk of his wrist, and he looked at her over the shining red end of his cigarette, and rocked gently on the balls of his feet.

“You going to your room?”

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apathyisboring
2010-11-02 07:04 am UTC (link)

She watched him as he played with the new toy, curious and trying to parse his reaction. He seemed to like it, but there was something else there she couldn't quite grasp. He certainly seemed a lot more contemplative about it than she had anticipated.

"I was going to," she said with a small, indifferent shrug. "Unless you think there's somewhere else I should be."

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	some_other_dog 2010-11-02 07:08 am UTC (link)
	He looked at her openly, head tilting right and left, and then he glanced back over his shoulder in the general direction of his apartment. “Well, I got some leftovers I need help getting rid of.” (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	apathyisboring 2010-11-02 07:12 am UTC (link)
	"Did you misplace your garbage bin? I guess I could help you look for it." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	some_other_dog 2010-11-02 07:18 am UTC (link)
	A snort. “They're good.” (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	apathyisboring 2010-11-02 07:20 am UTC (link)
	"Maybe just a little, then. Winter makes you fat enough as it is." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	some_other_dog 2010-11-02 07:29 am UTC (link)
	He nodded then, looked around, and upon finding no one staring at them or even near them, draped one long arm over her thin shoulders and guided her off in the direction of his apartment. “You know, wolves and foxes are from the same family." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	apathyisboring 2010-11-02 07:34 am UTC (link)
	"Are they now," she said, equal parts amused and sarcastic. "Not too closely related, I hope." She leaned into the crook of his arm and slid one of her own around his back as they walked off to his apartment together. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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