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Tweak says, "Whatcha gonna do about it?"

Ikeda Kiriko | 池田妃凛子 (apathyisboring) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-01-09 23:59:00

Entry tags:

kiriko, reizo

Who: Kiriko, Reizo
What: A round of questioning.
When: After the meeting.
Where: Just outside the Butterfly Room
Why: Kiriko's announcement.

The meeting room was always a bit slow to clear out - people chatting, mingling, trying to forget whatever heavy-handed message had been delivered for that day. Kiriko stayed behind. She wanted to recopy out the rules on bigger chart paper. Possibly for future lamination.

Plus, this had kind of become her work zone. September was fast approaching and there was still plenty to prepare - she'd been hoping to go over things with the meeting finished, and to look over what they were to do about Seiji, as well. Her folder was in her bag, even - the only problem was the last straggler, still sitting in the corner and texting with his feet up on the chair.

She dawdled about finishing with the chart paper, reluctant to sit down to do any work with Reizo still in the room pretending that he wasn't being deliberately annoying.

"I thought you had better places to be?"

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some_other_dog
2010-01-24 10:19 am UTC (link)

He stared up at her, mouth slightly agape, when she snatched the drink out of his hand and took a swig of her own. What the hell was that? More importantly why hadn’t she gotten her own damned drink? He frowned down at the lip of the drink, undoubtedly covered in Ikeda cooties, but he’d had ‘em once so he it didn’t matter. At least she hadn’t stained it with lipstick or left floaters. He took another long pull off the bottle, downed the rest of the drink, then tossed it haphazardly at the trash can he’d bumped into. He’d turned around by the time he head it shatter. Just more work for the hands, or maybe the shards would go melting into the ground.. Maybe the drink itself was all just in their head. Ugh, stupid room.

“You should do it because I ain’t seen you do anything since forever. You must be getting twitchy for something by now, right?”

He looked up at her then, slow and steady, training his eyes over her like he was sizing her up until his eyes found hers and stuck. He smirked at her, and he suddenly regretted throwing the bottle away. Nothing quite like a calculating look over the lip of a bottle or glass.

“Or maybe you’ve lost it, huh? It’s been such a long time, and working people ain’t like riding a bike.”

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apathyisboring
2010-01-24 10:03 pm UTC (link)

"Shut it," she grumped. She kicked her feet moodily, then got up to go and fetch her own drink from the mini-fridge (noting its apparently bottomless quality as she rooted around in the back for a gingerale). She returned back to her seat on the table, drinking distractedly.

Now it was a challenge, and hesitant though she was, how could she rightly say no? Besides, it's not like it wouldn't help to keep everyone safer if she had some way of keeping the troublemakers in line. It really was a good idea.

"And what do I get from you if I manage it?"

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	some_other_dog 2010-01-24 11:58 pm UTC (link)
	“Tsk,” he responded, smirk growing back into his practiced, toothy grin. He stared at her, eyes flinty, face set hard behind the grin, almost disconcertingly so as he watched her move to the fridge. “What, you want cookies or some shit?” he asked, tipping his head back and slumping in his chair, trying to relax and get comfortable again. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	apathyisboring 2010-01-25 12:01 am UTC (link)
	She took another sip and stared at the ceiling, leaning back on one hand and again considering this. "Hmm... Yes." A grin spread over her face, broad enough to match his, as she turned towards him. "If I can do it, you have to bake me cookies." Delicious cookies, tasting of victory and the humiliation of her foes. Or naysayers, in this case. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

some_other_dog
2010-01-25 12:16 am UTC (link)

His grin slipped, fell, twisted sideways and come back as a great frown. He hadn’t .. expected her to take him up on the offer. He heaved out a sigh and slid deeper into his chair, butt dangling off it by now and head resting comfortably on the back of it.

“Alright,” he relented, giving her a hard look as he propped his feet up on the table, scooched up in the chair a little, and then looked away as he gave a great yawn. She wouldn’t know if he just went and bought some, anyway.

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	apathyisboring 2010-01-25 12:18 am UTC (link)
	She watched him through narrowed eyes. Too easy. "And I'm going to watch you bake them. Apron optional." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	some_other_dog 2010-01-25 12:19 am UTC (link)
	He mouth hung agape at that. Was she reading his damned mind? Was this some effect of the stupid room they were in? He rolled his shoulders, glaring sullenly at her. “What about the rest of my clothes?” (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	apathyisboring 2010-01-25 12:22 am UTC (link)
	"W-what?!" She felt her ears go red and struggled for an innocent interpretation. "Well, I'm not going to ask you to wear a dress or anything!" Yes, that would work. Sort of. At least cover the fluster and pearl-clutching. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	some_other_dog 2010-01-25 12:29 am UTC (link)
	His grin snapped back in place at that, and he settled back into his chair with the smug satisfaction of having disarmed Ikeda. He stretched out , arms lifted above his head as he gave another great yawn. It looked more like a victory pose than a languid, tired stretch. “Heh,” he grunted, eyes closing, and his posture made it apparent he was going to be taking a nap. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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