Re: UHHH YOU BOTH POSTED NEW TOPICS SO WHATEVER REPLY TO THIS ONE, FREAKS.
Reizo flinged another crumble of bread out to the fighting ducks, expression locked into carefully guarded neutrality. The look flickered, replaced by a small grimace, when he looked away from the ducks and down to his lap for more bread to whip at them. It was back to stone by the time he brushed all the crumbs off and looked up to watch her mosey over.
Kondo was something like a puzzle to Reizo -- his classmate and comrade, with a reputation that stuck out like a huge, gaudy target to him. Maybe all the glitter and glitz blinded him and drew him in, or maybe he just didn’t care enough, but he found he couldn’t do much more than fumble the occasional ‘whore’ or ‘slut’ at her when he tried. Thinking about it, it was the same with the otaku Ishinomori: big targets just weren’t any fun.
The expression broke and stared candidly at her, head canting to one side and eyes wandering over her. They stuck at the sweater wrapped around her waist and he bit down harder on the topsicle stick to keep from grinning, gave a shake of his head, and frowned gently at her after she plopped down beside him. Insulting her wouldn’t help him wheedle something fun and interesting out of her, which was just as well as he was at a loss over how to comment on the sweater
He half-shrugged his shoulders, flicked an errant crumb out of his lap, and spat out the stick. “It’s hot,” he grumbled, as if she needed telling, gaze drifting to the sweater and eyebrow cocking. “So why’re you wearing that thing? Some new sweeping fashion trend?”
He hunched forward and reached into his back pocket for a cigarette, glowered up at the sun, and leaned back again. It was too hot to smoke. If the wind didn't pick back up he had half a mind to go splashing around in the duck pond.