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Shirai Reizo | 白井雷三 (some_other_dog) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2009-06-18 01:55:00

Current music:	Fountains of Wayne - Too Cool For School
Entry tags:	reizo, shiori

Skippin'
Who: Reizo and Shiori and open?
What: Detention skippin'
Where: School
When: Friday evening?
Why: 'Cuz he's a delinquent, did you really expect him to stay in detention?!

Reizo sat in the back of the class, arms folded over his chest and pencil hold at the eraser in his teeth. He wiggled it in his mouth, focused on the lead point as he precariously rocked to and fro on the hind legs of his seat. The pot-bellied middle-aged teacher sat at the front of the room, head bowed as he read through the newspaper on his desk and looking up from it only occasionally. The fluorescent lighting caught his balding cranium from time to time-- the hair product he used to keep his hair styled enough to (badly) distract from his bald spot gave said bald spot an unfortunate reflective quality.

Time drifted by miserably in the classroom. It was a warm day, made warmer by the fact that the classroom was relatively full of living, breathing heat machines and the fact that the air conditioning seemed to be broke. Adding to the heat was the almost maddening silence, interrupted only occasionally by a lonesome cough or the whisper of pages turning.

Until the teacher stood up abruptly, cast a critical eye around the room, and moseyed out. This particular teacher was well known for these long breaks, and it was why Reizo showed up in detention in the first place-- he’d be marked there, the teachers would quit griping for a little, and no one would do anything about him being out of the room when the guy watching them was gone for most of the detention himself.

Several more moments passed, murmurs and whispers filling the room until a chair scraped rudely across the ground and Reizo stood up, stretched languidly, and walked out of the room himself, amidst eye rolls and louder whispers about the delinquent. The whispers grew and grew until people were talking plainly-- apparently Reizo leaving the room meant it was safe to.

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some_other_dog
2009-06-24 10:29 pm UTC (link)

He blew a piece of wet, dangling hair out of his face temperamentally, tossed the girl an agitated look and walked out. He was immediately grateful that he hadn’t bothered drying off, because what water was still creeping down his face and torso acted as a fine buffer for the merciless rays of the sun. He could already feel it drying up, though. He glared balefully up into the sky, then quickly made his way to the first bit of encompassing shade he could find.

He wasn’t sure where exactly they were heading, but he meandered up the pathway without a second look back at the girl, fairly confident that she’d either catch up or flag off and leave him be. Either was fine with him. The only thing he could possibly hope for was that the heat made the hyper girl a little more bearable, sapped some of that pesky energy away.

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shiori_wakanata
2009-06-24 11:31 pm UTC (link)

Upon stepping outside, Shiori regretted drying off. She should have just gone out with wet hair, it seemed, but with her luck she would have caught a cold anyway. It seemed any time she was outside with wet hair she'd catch one, and she really did hate being sick.

Ah, well. Too late to go back to the pool now. All she could do now was hurry to the little grocery store that carried all of her favorite snacks - topsicles included - and cool off with one of those. And so rather than engage in small talk, Shiori pattered on quickly, pausing every so often so Shirai could catch up with her. She could feel sweat already gathering on her forehead, and she wrinkled her nose as she wiped it away. Urgh, it was so hot out!

Finally, she spotted the store and with a quiet "aha!" ran ahead into the store, uncaring if Shirai followed or not. Without bothering to look around the store as she normally would have, she went immediately to the frozen section and grabbed a single honeysuckle topsicle. Wasting no time, she went to buy the treat and opened it quickly.

Moving off to the side to wait for Shirai to come in - assuming he would, anyway - Shiori twirled the off-white topsicle in her hand as she looked for a side that wasn't covered in ice. Finding a side that satisfied her, she tentatively licked at it to determine how cold it was. Licking again with a longer stroke, she sighed happily; she loved honeysuckle topsicles almost as much as she loved spicy food. She put the tip in her mouth, sucking on it for a moment before looking up when she realized Shirai was there.

"Oh, right," she said, blinking in surprise. The few short moments she had been with Shirai, she had completely forgotten her promise to treat him to a topsicle. "Topsicles are this way."

She put her own back in her mouth and motioned for Shirai to follow her.

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some_other_dog
2009-06-25 12:07 am UTC (link)

He followed behind the girl at a languid pace, reasoning that it was better to have the water dripping off of him in the sun than work up any unnecessary heat or sweat by matching the older girl’s pace. He moseyed along behind her, eyes cut against the high sun, wondering why anyone would be hurrying in such draining heat, and afterwards wondering why he even questioned Shiori’s thought process at all. It would surely only lead to headaches.

He lowered his head when they reached a little stretch of road flanked by trees, trees thankfully high enough to cut off most of the sun from reaching them. The road was almost completely in shade, except for the bits and pieces of light that cut through where it could, dappling the road in bits of sunlight. He came to a complete stop when they reached a perfect patch of shade and shifted from foot to foot, ignoring the impatient look Shiori was giving him.

The rest was short, and his pace was noticeably nippier when he started following her again. The sight of the shop or the pause seemed to recharge what batteries he had.

He sighed gratefully when the door to the shop jingled and they stepped inside the gloriously air conditioned store. Then he spent the next few minutes enraptured by the way Shiori ate her topsicle. He shouldn’t of been sweating again! Not with the air conditioner buzzing merrily away, ventilating the store.

He scratched his head and followed after the girl when she finally took notice of him again, frowning hard and hoping the heat on his face was just some errant sunray reflected off one of the windows of the store, and not a blush.

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shiori_wakanata
2009-06-25 12:26 am UTC (link)

Reaching the part of the store where the topsicles were, Shiori gestured with her free hand, lips still wrapped around the topsicle. Letting Shirai look for a moment, Shiori moved it away from her just enough to be understood when she unnecessarily said, "It's all weird flavors, but they're all really good."

And then the topsicle was back in her mouth, and as she bit gently on the tip she finally began to look around the store. Next time she had money, she decided, she would stock up on snacks again. And she'd hide them properly this time instead of leaving them in the open.

Tongue pushing against the topsicle and then taking another small bite, she looked back over at Shirai. Twisting slightly to reach into her pocket, she pulled out her money and handed it to Shirai. A manly guy like that probably wouldn't want it to be obvious that a girl was treating him.

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Now with 100% more yaoi fanservice.

some_other_dog
2009-06-25 01:20 am UTC (link)

He scratched his chin, peering deep into the frosty window full of even frostier treats. He was avoiding looking at her, but was hoping she would not notice. Any more of that topsicle treatment and he was bound to bolt out of the store; it’s not every day you see an attractive upperclassman whom you also happen to fight monsters with suck so intently on something so, so replaceable in the mind of a fifteen year old boy. Or perhaps any male, really.

He swung open the door and plucked out one at random; the wrapper crinkled as he tore it open and popped the treat into his mouth and PURSED HIS LIPS AROUND THE SLICK SHAFT OF THE TOPSICLE, WORKING IT IDLY INTO THE WARM CAVERN OF HIS MOUTH, TONGUE SWIRLING OVER THE TAPERING EDGE AND A SATISFIED MURR ROLLING OUT OF HIS CHEST AS THE COLD SPREAD OVER HIS TONGUE AND DRIPPED DOWN HIS THROAT licked it.

He waved her hand away and wandered up to the counter, fishing out enough change to pay for it himself before tossing the wrapper into the trash and whisking out the door and back into the stifling heat. He frowned up at it, flicked his hand to get melted topsicle off of his fingers, and glared up at the sun again. The look he cast back inside was wistful for the AC, but he’d seen the clock inside. It was about time to go.

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Pfft, if that's what you want to call it.

shiori_wakanata
2009-06-25 01:33 am UTC (link)

Blinking at him as he waved away her money, Shiori slowly pocketed it while sucking thoughtfully on the topsicle. She took another bite of it, face scrunching at the sudden cold before she resumed sucking on it. She really wanted to finish it before she left the store, or else all the juice would melt onto her fingers and make everything sticky.

Bracing herself, she took a large bite when she saw Shirai leaving and quickly scampered off after him, chewing as she went. Eyes watering from the cold, she swallowed.

"You're leaving?" she asked, raising a hand to get rid of the forming tears. Ugh, her mouth felt so cold compared to the heat outside. And-

A drop landed on her hand.

Her topsicle was already melting. Glowering at it, she licked at the drop and then at the bottom of the topsicle to stop it from melting before she resumed working from the top down.

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Re: Pfft, if that's what you want to call it.

some_other_dog
2009-06-25 01:54 am UTC (link)

“Yeah,” he answered curtly, accompanying it with a nod of his head and a small spray of melting topsicle drops. Damn, it was hot. Looked back at her, cocking his eyebrow again and noting how she was going to town on her own, trying to get it done before the sun consumed it first. “You know, you CAN go back into the store,” he muttered, eyes flicking to the clock showing through the windows of the store. Detention was already over.

“I got a meeting,” he supplied, leaving the and I need to get ready for it out of his statement. He eyed the brain freeze addled girl for a moment, pondering something, then shook his head. He was still wary of her spilling the secret of the tattoo, something that would invariably make the upcoming summer class trip hellacious if this heat kept up, but he figured she’d keep her mouth shut-- she was supposed to be his comrade, right? Granted, he didn’t consider any of these bozos real allies, just people he played a seriously dangerous real life game of beat ‘em up with, but there had to be some loyalty formed somewhere from looking out for each other.

“I’ll see you next detention, or something.” He added, starting to meander away from her. He made a beeline for the road they’d walked down before, and kneeled down to paw out a cigarette and light it before he started working his way out of sight.

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