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kondo kozue | 近藤梢 (anthesphoria) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2009-11-01 17:47:00

Entry tags:

kou, kozue

WHO: Kozue and Kou
WHAT: ~~Stalking~~ following up on something
WHERE: School Grounds
WHEN: After School, pre-S!Misaki
WHY: by the command of Kiriko it shall be done

Kozue had been pondering all day in class. 'Pondering', for her, involved a lot of slumping on her desk top and a lot of rolling pencils up and down, and sometimes a bit of kicking the bottom of her front-neighbor's desk. She'd do it until he turned around, at least. At which point she'd play innocent, of course. And he always believed it.

Part of her had been wondering just why Kiriko was so gung-ho about Oubai-senpai recently; at least, about Oubai when it came to Kondo and Oubai. Had he talked to her, maybe? Asked for a little bit of help? Was he interested? Because that would have made her own decision on the problem easier, for sure. But… at the same time, the advice she'd given Maeko kept coming back to her. You don't date a guy because you like him, you date him to find out if you like him or not. So, in the interest of not being a hypocrite, there it was. Decided.

After classes were over, she grabbed her bag and headed out. It was an Ikebana day, but—well, with the wink she flashed to Kiriko before leaving the classroom, she was pretty sure that she'd get excused. Kiriko was clever enough to guess.

She would have waited on the second year hallway, but halfway there she changed her mind and made a bee-line for the shoe lockers. Because Keiichi was in 2-B too, and boythatmightbekindofawkward. If he saw her talking to Kou, yeah. She stopped at a bulletin board a few feet away from the exit, and made a show of studying a flier. Theater program? School play? Hm. That was… well, she could fake great interest. And she was good at faking interest while keeping an eye out. She kept an eye out for Kou—trying to make sure she wasn't going to approach Renju, either, because apparently girls had done that before—and pondered exactly what she was going to say when she saw him. Since they had talked once, and then hadn't really had a conversation in months, aside from the general messes surrounding Paradise.

Hey, how's your restaurant? Hey, so, my grandmother might try to sell me to you? Been to the blue glowy room of butterflies recently? How's your Head God doing?

Ugh. Usually, this was easier.

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daioujou
2009-11-02 12:01 am UTC (link)

Kouchisei appeared on the stairs when the halls were full of life. The crowds behind him were following him down like a polyester avalance, and he felt abysmally - with a shove - he would do better to leave class a few minutes early and get out alone. He'd normally make a beeline home and go inside his room. It was quiet there. Free. But now things weren't as they were. He couldn't recall a moment he'd seen his father that furious. They didn't say a word. His friends didn't say a word. The silence was thought-provoking, as was an evening without the internet.

But he wasn't too guilty. He'd been defending himself. Why did he had to make apologies, even if they were lies? Why did he have to change everything about himself? He hadn't been airing dirty linen in public. He was comfortable - and had been before this mystical mind god mumbo jump claptrap.

He walked past Kozue with a thoughtful expression, and upon recognising her gave a momentary flance. He wasn't guilty, but he wanted his father to feel okay. He didn't like feeling he'd caused upset. It made things difficult, and when times were hard you had to change yourself. Except he didn't want to change. He wanted to think he was happy. Perhaps he was tired. It seemed likely, as the thought of walking home as he took his shoes out his locker wasn't an appealing one.

"Since when did you like plays?"

The one thing he wanted now wanted a car.

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anthesphoria
2009-11-02 12:31 am UTC (link)

Kozue had watched Kou approach, out of the corner of her eye, still debating what exactly to say. An indirect approach would be best, of course, but how to start.

So she was delighted when he spoke to her. She smiled, briefly, and then tried to compose her face a bit more neutrally: friendly, pleasant, but not quite excited. That blank pleasant expression lasted a moment while she filtered his actual question.

"Plays? Oh, I'm not a big fan, but I'd been seeing this poster around and I wasn't sure what it was about." She paused, glanced back at the poster, and then turned to watch Kou changing his shoes. "I think I'll go to it, when it comes out, though. What about you?"

	daioujou 2009-11-02 03:55 pm UTC (link)
	There was a moment of silence. He liked the news. It was informative, enlightening and entertaining. He liked watching reports - people who had worse lives than his own. Seeing them made him feel better. Then he'd feel guilt and disgust and switch over. "You're asking a lot of questions," he said accusingly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	anthesphoria 2009-11-03 04:28 am UTC (link)
	She shrugged. "I just wondered if your commute was unpleasant. I walk from the dorms, so it's really pretty easy." And fifty minutes sounded like a real drag. Twice a day, too. Fine. If he was going to interrogate any topic she chose, he could pick instead. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	daioujou 2009-11-05 05:00 pm UTC (link)
	Kou nodded. His lips rose into a smile; he'd actually shown Kozue he thought a little better of her, and wasn't scared of showing it. The comfort he was feeling? It was nice. "We should hurry. The bus'll be here soon," he said distractedly, scratching the back of his head. "Whoever told you that gave you some good advice. You should listen to it." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	daioujou 2009-11-12 04:20 am UTC (link)
	"Yeah. Whatever." Kou stopped. He took in his surroundings, the school gates, and then pushed up his glasses. "You're talking an awful lot for a simple trip to the bus stop." He waited for an answer. (Reply to this) (Parent)