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Tweak says, "do you trust me?"

Ikeda Kiriko | 池田妃凛子 (apathyisboring) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2009-06-20 00:47:00

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kiriko, reizo

Flying Pigs and Polite Conversation
Who: Kiriko and Reizo
What: Surprising amounts of cordiality.
Where: The roof of the school.
When: After School
Why: Kiriko's having a rarer sort of bad day.

Kiriko sat on the ground near the door of the roof, her knees drawn up to her chest with one arm tucked beneath them just to keep her skirt up. The other held her cell phone, flipped open to a text from almost ten minutes ago. She frowned at the screen - she wasn't reading it anymore, but found herself habitually flipping the phone open and staring, as though expecting the message to suddenly disappear if only she willed it away hard enough. Sighing through her nose, she flipped the phone closed. Her head hit the wall she was leaning against with a soft 'thunk' as she tipped it back and closed her eyes.

Shirai was supposed to be here, but good for him if he ditched. She hadn't bothered to cancel their meeting, but was more than content to suddenly have some alone-time available. She couldn't go home yet - the text had implored her to. Apparently, her parents were trying to reach her there since she'd blocked the number on her cell for the time being. Her roomate was sick of the ringing.

Like she cared.

Moments later, Kiriko flipped open her phone to the text screen again.

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apathyisboring
2009-06-27 01:43 am UTC (link)

Kiriko looked up. She could see his shoes hanging over the edge of the roof but not much else. Should she say anything? It wasn't like he'd have anybody to tell. He probably wouldn't even get it if she didn't give the whole story. He might just laugh and forget it.

Or he might not.

But, he'd already seen her getting so upset - that more than anything was what she didn't want anybody knowing. Besides, he'd probably harass her about any reason she gave for being depressed and even if he said anything, it wouldn't be like he had any proof...

She shrugged her shoulders.

"They called and yelled at me for not being engaged to a suitable son-in-law yet."

They said telling people about your problems was supposed to make you feel better, but she was just holding her breath, wondering if she should have opened her mouth at all.

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some_other_dog
2009-06-27 01:45 am UTC (link)

He did, in fact, laugh at that. It was a short, terrible thing that seemed to get stuck in his chest and forced out in a hack. His cigarette came tumbling down from above, the wind catching it and blowing the light stick luckily west of her, but a burning ember or two did catch on her skirt. Reizo was none the wiser, as he was busy pounding his chest; for all she knew, he’d gotten a really bad gulp of air.. Or her answer was so ludicrous that it nearly made him swallow his cigarette.

“Goddammit,” he hissed, cleared his throat once more, and leaned a little further over the edge to look down at the girl. He regarded her silently, eyes dancing over the dark halo of her hair and the porcelain features he could make from up high.

“Well it’s not like the school’s lacking in any number of sniveling coward rich boys who’d die for that chance,” he sniffed.

“Maybe you’re too picky.”

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apathyisboring
2009-06-27 01:49 am UTC (link)

She could tell he was laughing, and so it pleased her tremendously that he was choking on it, too. The sly smile that had spread across her face vanished when she noticed the embers on her skirt. She brushed them off, perhaps a little more panickedly than she should have - she knew firsthand how much damage fire could cause, after all - and looked up with a frown. Another coughing fit later and she saw his face appear over the lip of the building. When he finished speaking, there was another smile playing on her lips. She laughed quietly as she leaned forward again, laying her cheek against her arms and smiling to herself.

"I think you're missing the point, Shirai, but that's alright."

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some_other_dog
2009-06-27 01:51 am UTC (link)

“Mmph,” he answered, nonplussed. Wasn’t the first time he’d heard that. He fingered at the last cigarette hidden away in his sock pensively for a moment, and eventually popped it out to light it. The conversation wasn’t bad, but a constant supply of nicotine kept him much less grouchy, not that he really cared if he was grouchy towards her.

“So, what, you’re gonna get married outta high school? Don’t much seem like it fit’s a foxface like you.”

He paused for a moment, letting it sink in, before he frowned.

“What sort of guy are you even looking for? No one in this school, I imagine.”

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apathyisboring
2009-06-27 01:57 am UTC (link)

She was tracing the wrinkles in her sleeve with one hand, again feeling uncomfortably vulnerable. Well, it wasn't too bad to have said something... yet. In the pause before he spoke again - she supposed for a cigarette or something - and she imagine what the reactions of some of her friends might be like. Probably pitiful; exactly what she didn't want.

"I'm not looking for any guy," she answered simply. He was probably right, though - if she did start looking for someone, it would most likely be for someone outside of school. Most of the guys at Nanakamodo were either stuffy, boring, or raised with the same attitude as her father...

She scolded herself for daydreaming like that. Talk about false hope. The best she could do for herself now was look for somebody tolerable in school or drag her feet for as long as she could.

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some_other_dog
2009-06-27 01:59 am UTC (link)

“A girl then? You look at Rabbit pretty funny from time to time,” he mused, remembering the time she had candidly suggested they get married; though hadn’t that just been to seal the deal to annoy him with the Takumi thing? Frowning, he pitched forward a little further, getting a better look down at her and consequently showing off said frown.

He didn’t look worried, just confused and a little weirded out.

“Why’re your parents so worried about getting you married off right away, anyway?”

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apathyisboring
2009-06-27 02:07 am UTC (link)

"Tch, quit acting like Kanaye." He was probably referring to back in their apartment. Truthfully, it probably wouldn't make much of a difference to her if she did fall for a girl, but she wasn't too sure Misaki was her "type" - not that she knew what her type would be under those circumstances...

She caught his frown when she flicked her eyes back up to him, wondering if the conversation might be easier with him at eye level or if she was more comfortable with him mostly out of sight.

"Need a good man to pass the business to," she said with an indifferent shrug. "Besides, my dad seems to think marriage is all girls are good for, and then only when they're young and pretty."

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some_other_dog
2009-06-27 02:08 am UTC (link)

He lifted his chin up off his palm and instead clasped his hands together between his long legs, hunched over but no longer looking down at her. Instead he was once again admiring the cityscape sprawled out in front of him. All of the taller buildings were off in the distance away from the school, so the view from up high was relatively unspoiled around the school.

“I’m not acting like Kanaye,” he grouched, sounding rightfully offended. There was an unspoken ‘say that again and I’ll belt you’ in his tone.

“Well if your dad’s just concerned about business, I’m sure my dad could take it off your family’s hands, and you’d be free to marry any spineless dolt to order around you wanted to.”

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apathyisboring
2009-06-27 02:11 am UTC (link)

The laugh she responded with was cynical and perhaps a little bitter. She didn't even want to think about the particular ways in which Daddy Shirai would "take the business off their hands." Besides, she reminded herself, it was a terrible thing to wish failure upon the family.

It took a moment for it to sink in that what he was offering was actually some bizarrely twisted form of help. Sure, it was probably something he'd just thrown out there spur of the moment, but even so, she knew what to make of it about as well as she knew what to make of a flying pig. Her mouth opened and closed again as she tried to figure out what to say.
"Thanks, that's almost kind?"
"Are you sure you didn't mean to sound more threatening?"
"Did you knock your head one too many times?"
"I'm Ikeda-bitch, remember?"

"... When are you free to learn your part of the presentation?"

Her answer sounded as lame as felt, the long pause preceeding it only contributing to the anticlimax.

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some_other_dog
2009-06-27 02:12 am UTC (link)

He cocked an eyebrow at the laughter, but let it alone. The jaded laugh was offputting, even for her; he wasn’t used to this version of her. He wouldn’t describe her as vulnerable, but perhaps.. Approaching it? He didn’t know. Scratching his head, he went back to silently smoking his cigarette and trying not to focus too hard on her.

“I don’t have a set schedule. So you could say I’m free whenever.”

He knew she’d changed the subject, but mocking her about it would likely make her clam up harder, and calling her out on it would make it seem like he.. cared .

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