fugitive.

Don't sit down because I moved your chair. [ INDEPENDENT OC BLOG ]

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“People like me?” She raised one brow, only to heave a sigh and let go of the concentrated anger showing on her face. Instead she reached out for some fries herself. Watching others eat always made her hungry. Or greedy. That’d be up for others to decide. 

“Yeah, you poor soul, mistreated by society, though I have to admit I feel honored that you’re giving me so much credit.” 

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The last thing he wanted from her was artificial sympathy. He leaved her to attend to the fries and helped himself with the burger, the one with cheese obviously. Cheese was always a good addition to almost anything. A bite and two made him pull one of the laid out handkerchiefs, wiping the mayonnaise at the corner of his dried lips. He forgot to bring some lip balm.

"Am I?" She likes looking into things deeply, doesn't she?

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What? Was he offended now because she didn’t listen to his ridiculous way of requesting things? She squinted, hard, eyes almost closed and her nose wrinkled in disgust. 

“If you want something, you might want to consider changing that shitty attitude.” She was trying to be nice. He wasn’t. Clearly wasted effort. With a quick move of her arm, she grabbed the milkshake again, furiously biting down the straw, still glaring at his annoyingly unaffected face with her leg shaking in a unrythmic motion. 

“What kind of childhood drama made you turn into such a hardass.”

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The thing that made Mizuki a bigger asshole than the others was that, he was actually aware of his own displeasing personality, but he can never be bothered to change it. He saw no point in treating people gently and kindly as he believed that humans were naturally cruel, some where just better in handling their cruelty. In that regard, he falls to the faulty side who knew naught of a way to control his.

Her fury only fueled him, allowing him to munch on three pieces of fries without feeling disturbed despite the intensity of her stare.

“Maybe it’s because of people like you.”

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She was taken back by his sudden change of attitude. Actually ceasing her brows, smile fading when she looked down at his hand in front of her face, back into his face, a blink, two, three. 

“What the-” She quickly leaned back on her chair again, arms crossed in front of her chest, confusion quickly replaced by anger. “What is your damage?” Almost a mere mumble, glaring at him in response to his stupid smile. “Who do you think I am, ordering me around like that, jerk.” She clicked her tongue. “I don’t even know what you want me to apologize for, so how about-” She took an artistic pause, tilting her head with a smile, imitating his pose.

“No fucking way.” 

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Oh, did that render her astormed? How amusing. To think that a person like her could possibly find a simple change in behavior to be worth the scowl. He seized his own beverage and pricked the straw at the opening. He didn't like pineapple juice, but he didn't want to settle for soft drinks either. A cross of his legs and he shot a glance at her face, then back to the table where some fries where laid out along with the burgers. He could only hope this woman didn't mind what was served. She's not exactly worth the more expensive menu.

"Well then, thanks for nothing."

A waste of time again. God, when will she actually stop bothering him?

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“Mess with you?” A smirk and she leaned over the table again, arms crossed on the surface, using them to push herself closer in his direction and looking up into his face with narrowed eyes. “I would never!” Her voice was a low chime, lips still curled into a smile, smile. 

“If you actually want me to make up for something, how about you stop being vague and just tell me what you want. Save us both some trouble, would you?”

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Never. Surely the meaning of the word itself was lost on her. An exhausted sigh and he pretty much did the same; lean closer and meet her gaze intently-- if only to give off the vibe that he's agreeing with what she was thinking. He lifted his arm to press his index finger against the softness of her wet lips (gross actually) and shut his eyes for a few seconds.

"Ah...” he breathed. “You can begin by shutting the hell up."

Pulling his arm away, he tilted to the side and smiled.

"Now, I want you to apologize for before."

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Her eyes narrowed a little when he spoke up but soon enough she closed them completely, heaving a dramatic sigh and leaning back on her chair, both legs pulled up into a tailorseat. “Hey now.” Tilting her head to the side her neck gave a silent but very satisfying snap and she opened one eye to muster him again. 

Stick up his ass just like the first time she met him. 

“Can’t I get some points for effort already? I mean, I got you to come here, that has to be worth something.” Her voice raised in the end, almost as if asking, not that she was. Not asking for anything, really. And if he was expecting her to actually try and make up for whatever petty thing he was upset about in the first place - 

Trick, think again. 

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There was an attempt to prevent himself from sighting the sides of her bare neck, a small one at that. He never did truly understand the excitement that filled men when met with the opposite sex. Perhaps it was best to say he was a little bit inexperienced in that regard, not like his current company has to know about that embarrassing fact. A roll of the eyes was given as a kind response and he wasn't even trying to hide his own dismay. She was disappointing from the very start. How big of a fool he was to think this reunion would be anything but unsatisfying.

"You did. Truly."

A faint slam atop the table and his eyebrows twitched, but the thin straight line in his lips did not curve in the slightest.

"Don't mess with me."

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“Well then.” 

Here they were. Somehow. Sitting at a shared table of a cheap fast food chain restaurant. “Thanks for the treat.” Not that it was entirely his decision. Enough pushing and a little bit of persistence - which she had more than enough of - and he’d part with those few bucks for a milkshake and a burger. 

Her elbows resting on the surface, slouched over with her chin placed in her palms she started chewing on the straw, watching him closely. “What now.” Not really her place to ask, since it may or may not have been entirely her doing that they found themselves in this exact situation right now. 

“What does someone like you do when they get bored anyways? Glare at people? Complain? A nice stroll on the beach?”

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Eyes hollowly observed the contents of her drink through transparent plastic cup and how much it lessened and lessened as she went along with her unstoppable mouthing. His mother was never this loud and if she was, his father would think about shutting her up with a simple glare. Fortunately or unfortunately depending on whose viewpoint, he didn't see himself intimidating enough to be capable of such a thing. Slender digits tapped against the table with the sleeve of his shirt pulling and pushing at each knock. Wasting money was one thing. Hearing her whine all over his ass was another.

"You're supposed to make it up to me today," he reminded her with a tone barely condescending but the look on his face screamed otherwise. "So, perhaps you can start by telling me how."