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Ikeda Kiriko | 池田 妃凛子 ([info]apathyisboring) wrote in [info]disappear_rpg,
@ 2009-09-23 23:33:00

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Entry tags:kiriko, reizo

Who: Kiriko & Reizo.
What: On the way back from seeing Kiriko's folks.
When: Saturday, Early Afternoon. Or possibly I should have made that Sunday. IT'S A SCHOOL HOLIDAY KK.
Where: The... sidewalk.
Why: Why is a dumb question!



Had she been alone, Kiriko probably would have been skipping with an added twirl to every fourth step. It was difficult to supress her glee. Some of it bubbled to the surface in the form of the lilt in her voice and the apparently indelible smile on her lips, but despite any claim to the contrary, she remembered how her shadow had behaved and was eager to avoid even appearing to emulate it.

"Oh, did I tell you? They called Toshiro when we went to the private room and he told them about the dent you put in his face a few years back." She barely supressed a giggle. "They were mortified, it was wonderful." The sidelong glance she gave him was, she felt, appropriately embarassed of her good mood. Reizo was probably not good gushing company, but she was having a hard time helping herself.

"Anyway, you did well, I think. That hand-grasp thing was a nice touch." It fell a little short of a 'thank you,' but explicit thanks would probably be both awkward and pointless anyway.



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[info]some_other_dog
2009-10-09 07:16 pm UTC (link)
Reizo watched the class rep -- EX-class rep he reminded himself with some relish -- open the plain black box with the coiled indifference of a bomb squad member; his eyes widened when the box clicked open and an involuntary sigh escaped him as images of the school headlines flashed through his head: Shirai, Yakuza Santa Claus! Complete with an embellished story about orphanage visits and accompanying illustration by Ishinomori.

He rubbed his temples tiredly preemptively, eyes clenched shut to shut out the light and the impending headache she was about to unleash on him over the gift, but the mundane response snapped his eyes open, rose an eyebrow, and lowered his hands back down to his sides to a neutral pose.

“Huh?”

He furrowed his eyebrows and peered at her curiously, leaning in to get a better look at her face and frowning severely.

“Whaddaya mean steal it? I just saw it and thought it’d be a pretty funny thing to give to you in front of your folks.”

The lie came easy, smooth, and was barely affected by the way his eyes dropped to the ornate and obviously expensive pin, its polished ivory catching the sun and glinting spectacularly.

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[info]apathyisboring
2009-10-09 07:43 pm UTC (link)
Pretty funny to give in front of her folks? Yeah right. Reizo was rolling in it, sure, but this still looked too expensive for a throwaway joke gift... nevermind that it suited her tastes perfectly.

She grinned, turning her head up to make sure that he caught it, that she knew full well he was lying, and that she had decided not to contest it.

With a shrug, she took it from its box, replaced it with the pin she was currently wearing and started to fasten it in her hair. Exactly why he'd given her something so nice was still a mystery, but Kiriko thought it unwise to, as they say, look the gift horse in the mouth.

She pulled out a compact and flipped it open, murmuring her approval as she inspected herself in the mirror.

"When's your birthday again, Shirai-san?"

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