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[Nah & Morgan]
As soon as Morgan caught sight of Nah’s confused reaction, he inwardly berated himself. What a stupid thing to say, he told himself. But then again, what’s said is said, and he had no reason to linger on it any more- especially when the girl in front of him had just agreed to hang out. The corners of his mouth quirked upwards in a barely withheld grin; a chuckle weaseled its way out of his lips, warm and happy.
"Really?" He asked, pleased that she was free. "That’s great, then! I can’t remember the last time I hung out with you." And it was true- he couldn’t. Sure, he saw her at school, and sure, sometimes he talked to her when in their group of friend, but when was the last time he’d talked with her one-on-one?
The boy’s eyes fixed on Nah as she moved to put her notebook up, then blinked when she looked back at him. His hand moved to the back of his neck in a sheepish gesture, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “Ah, um…” No, he hadn’t really thought about it. Where could they go? It would be best if they went somewhere that was close by (which would be easy), but after that, he had no clue what to look for. What kinds of places did Nah even like? Though he had some ideas of places to go, he didn’t want to accidentally bring up some place she hated.
"About that," he finally said, "Do you like cafes?" Letting his hand drop back to his side, he averted his gaze and looked out the window. "They’re nice and relaxing, so focusing on homework would be no problem. Also," the bluenette glanced back at his friend, a smile tugging on his features. "They have good food."
"Neither can I, now that I think about it..."
Her memories of Morgan were mostly as just another member of her class as well, seeing him between classes in the halls, seeing him in the classrooms talking to those next to him, and so on. They even shared the same group of friends, but she never recalled a time recently when they actually spent time together like this.
Curiously, she blinked as she watched Morgan contemplate her question. Maybe it was a bit too forward of her to have thought that he would have had somewhere already in mind-- he did just suggest it seemingly on a whim, after all. Small, delicate hands unconsciously went to finger one of her braids.
"I do, actually. I agree-- I really like the atmosphere... and the food." A small giggle, and after a pause she looks back to Morgan, removing the finger from her chin in resolution. "I know there's one not far from here, do you want to head over there? I'm relatively sure they have tables and stuff for us to work at." Nah made a tiny gesture in the general direction of the cafe she was referring to.
Without waiting for so much as an affirmation, she reached out to tug at his hand.
"Come on, let's go."
[Nah & Morgan]
Before Morgan could respond with a “no problem,” his ears were met with the sound of the dial tone. Shrugging, he instead just sat on top of a desk, staring out the window. It felt a little silly admitting it to himself, but he was glad that it was Nah’s notebook that he’d found; he didn’t talk to her nearly as much as he’d like to, so it was a convenient excuse for conversation, if anything. …Plus, he was just happy to see her in general.
"Hm?" At the sound of the door opening, he directed his gaze towards the person who had just entered the classroom. Immediately, his face lit up in a cheery grin and he gave them a small wave.
"Hey, Nah!" He greeted sunnily, hopping off the desk and heading towards her. As he handed her the notebook, he smiled again. "Here it is! You know, you have pretty handwriting. It’s way nicer than mine." It felt a bit silly, but he really did like it. It was neat and smooth and kind of cute and- did he just call handwriting cute? Even if it was Nah’s handwriting, it was just handwriting (and why did its being her handwriting change things, anyways?).
The bluenette rubbed the back of his neck, trying to collect his scattered thoughts. “So, uh, since you’re here already,” he began, “Do you wanna go somewhere? We could do our homework together or something. Ah, but if you have plans already, that’s fine!”
Even if he said it was alright, though, there was a part of Morgan that hoped she would say yes; he wasn’t the most exciting of people to be around, but if anything, he was still pretty handy when it came to homework.
A small sigh escaped her once she stopped in front of the classroom. It was more of a "getting rid of the nervousness" sigh than anything else, if she was being truly honest with herself. But no one needed to know that, right? After a final moment of hesitation, she opened the door to the classroom, her gaze sweeping the space until she found Morgan. She returned the wave with a warm smile touching the corners of her lips, meeting him halfway.
She was about to thank him for keeping the notebook safe for her until she actually processed what he was saying. "Well, uh-- thank you, I guess." It definitely caught her by surprise, as evident by the confused gratitude on her expression. But no matter-- she responded to his inquiry as normally as she could.
"N-No, I don't have any plans any time soon, don't worry."
Not since her plan to head straight home was tossed aside in favor of meeting with Morgan. When she really thought about it, though, did she really want to deal with her over-the-top excitable mother? At least she came up with more justifications to her reasoning, all the more reason to stay behind and spend time with Morgan.
A small smile appeared on her lips as she slid the notebook into her book bag. Snapping her bag shut, Nah's gaze rose back up to meet the other's. "Is there a particular place you had in mind?" Couldn't hurt to ask, after all!
[Nah & Morgan]
As the bell rang and Morgan leaned back in his seat, sighing, he could only come to the conclusion that school was tiring. Sure, he liked to learn- loved it, in fact- but it was still completely draining, and he wasn’t a big fan of that. In fact, seeing his friends every day was his favorite part. …Which, honestly, probably wasn’t a big surprise.
Having made no plans to hang out with anyone, the bluenette took his time packing up his things, and when he finally looked up, the classroom was empty. No surprise there. Except… Someone had left their notebook on their desk. Glancing at it curiously, he picked it up and read the cover. “English,” it read; Nah’s name was scribbled neatly underneath. The owner herself, though, was nowhere to be seen.
"Huh," he murmured. "That’s a bit clumsy of her!" But clumsy or not, they did have English homework, and it would be flat out mean not to bring the girl her notebook if he had the chance. Taking out his phone, Morgan dialed her number and pressed call.
It took one ring for him to realize that oh, he could have just sent her a text message. It took two rings to make him regret not texting her, since he terrible with phone calls in the first place. Three rings made him wonder if maybe she was just ignoring him because he was a Morgan, and-
She picked up.
"Ah, heyyo, Nah!" He greeted her cheerily, a small laugh in his voice. "Did you know you left your notebook at school? I’m still here, so I can bring it to you, if you want."
As soon as the bell rang to signal the end of the day, Nah packed her belongings into her book bag and joined the sea of students that struggled to exit the classroom all at once. Once it was her turn to leave, she sped-walked her way through all the commotion in the school hallways, stopping at her locker for a few books to take home for homework.
The shrill ringtone, though muffled by her belongings in her book bag, resounded clearly. Hearing the familiar sound, Nah stopped to reach into her bag to fish the phone out before the call went to voicemail. She put it up to her ear after clicking answer, proceeding with the usual greeting.
"-- Hello?"
The voice she heard through the earpiece stirred the butterflies in her stomach, a slight smile unconsciously reaching her lips as she listened to what he had to say. Well, it's a good thing he caught that-- otherwise she'd be at home panicking about the homework due the next day. All of her plans to head home as quickly as possible that day withered away, though she was not disappointed in the least.
"O--Oh! Oh, I was going to need that, now that I think about it... I'll head over to the classroom, it's fine. I'll meet you there. ... Thanks, by the way."
She hung up and spun on her heel, quickly making her way back down the emptying hallways towards the English classroom, where Morgan was surely waiting.
As for Link, he too had been relishing the return to Skyloft. The familiar scents, sounds… well, he probably hadn’t missed out on it as much as Zelda had. That entire time while she’d been missing, everyone in town was wondering why he was catching strange bugs and making weird potions and buying new shields when there was really no threat that they were aware of. No one really bothered him, but he could admit he got strange looks every so often, due to the fact he would disappear for great periods of time and come back a little banged up. Even so, rarely did anyone raise question.
So, suffice to say, he had some catching up to do with all the people he’d completed quests for, asking him about the Surface and the like. The shopkeepers that wanted him to continue buying their services, and of course Pipit’s mother who wanted him to clean their house, for old time’s sake…
This place was nothing less than his home.
But, home is where the heart is, he supposed. Of course, he’d been doing all this running around while Zelda was off speaking with her father, whom Link has briefly said hello to before leaving the father and daughter to catch up. He couldn’t be more glad that he reunited them, honestly. Even if he didn’t have parents to return to, he was glad that he had at least saved her father from a life time of grief—not to mention saved Zelda’s life, and all!
After what he presumed was enough chit chatting, the lad would find himself in search for the Goddess, trotting about rather dumbly and waving hello to the many familiar faces that called out to him, apologizing yet again because he was in a hurry—
But just like always, he always knew where to find her.
“You’re over here, after all.”
And she’ll find the hero right at her side (like always), plopping down next her.
A voice behind her alerted the girl to another presence, one she recognized with ease. But, due to an old habit, she turned her head to see who had joined her, smile bright and ready on her expression. Her assumptions had been accurate, as always; Link proceeded to sit himself down next to her.
"Predictable, wasn't it?"
A small giggle escaped the blonde's lips. Link always seemed to know where to find her; even on her journey, he had managed to track her down wherever she went, whether it was across the sands of the Lanayru Desert or into the green depths of the Faron Woods. Although he had received a bit of assistance as to where her location was at the time, Zelda liked to think that he also had an extra "sense" of sorts. Or maybe she was just that predictable, as a result of the years they had spent together as children, who knew?
In turn, she leaned her head against his shoulder, scooting closer to him in order to make the position slightly more comfortable. Her petite hands sat in her lap, fingers picking at the soft material of her dress. But a sudden, passing thought caused her to straighten up, looking up at the still-boyish face of her companion.
"You know, back then, I would have never thought that I would have had the chance to actually see the Surface with my own eyes, despite the... circumstances. But now, we're actually living on it. Funny, isn't it? I still can't believe it myself." Her eyes averted to her lap, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Huh, she always seemed to find herself out there, even after all the commotion, on the small cliff that jutted out just above the Waterfall Cave. Perhaps it was because it brought back childhood memories; perhaps it was something else, something that drew her there again and again. She recalled the comment she had made while there such a long time ago... Now that she had gotten the chance to actually experience the Surface in all its beauty and vastness, it had become a time-old memory; just an echo.
She adored the company of her old friend, her Loftwing. It had seemed like decades had passed since the beginning of her journey, yet it had unbelievably been a much shorter period of time. And her Loftwing had been waiting faithfully for her return, and she was glad. The thought made her smile, as she leaned further into her bird's downy feathers, resting her side against the creature.
Her legs hung precariously over the edge of the cliff, dangling and moving with the wind that blew. An azure gaze swept the expanse of the island, and further to the clouds above the Surface. She remembered why she was here in the first place: after spending a bit of time living on the Surface, she wished to visit her father back on Skyloft; and so Link had given her the luxury of flying back up to their old home, and she relished every moment. Every memory, every reminiscence.
Though Dawn wasn’t usually one to be up for drinking, she definitely didn’t want to miss out on a fun night with her friends. And although she knew that she wouldn’t come off as a “prude” if she didn’t drink, the sixteen year old was a bit curious about the taste of alcohol herself.
It wasn’t much trouble to push her conscience to the back of her mind but that was probably due to the bottle that was already consumed by the three teens. She wasn’t entirely drunk, but was still a bit buzzed and a warm flush colored her face.
It was a bit awkward to play beer pong between three people, but Dawn and Diamond switched spots whenever Gold had made it into a cup, which was, surprisingly, very often. By the time that she had finally made it into an opposite cup, she had already been forced to down three drinks.
Fumbling a bit, she stood up to go take a swig from the cup the ball had landed in. Still not used to the taste, she winced when the cool, yet bitter liquid went down her throat, settling into her system. Trying her best to take her aim due to circumstances, Dawn lobbed the small ball in the direction that she believed the table would be in and hoped it would make it into one of the remaining red cups.
This game was in the bag.
Gold, despite being his own team, had an (un)surprising advantage over the two in this contest of sorts, having only taken a few sips of his first drink- generous as they were, just to be fair. He leans back and watches Dawn haphazardly try and pop the ball into his cup, not at all hiding the obvious smirk that works it’s way onto his face.
Almost, almost…
“C’mooon, seriously?! You probably can’t even tell which way’s left and you still got it in?” Gold whines, but plucks the ball from the cup and downs the rest of the beer from it with relative ease. He adds once last hmph, but his expression shifts into something more devious.
“Alright, how’s this then- if I get this shot it, Dia’s gotta down the rest of the bottle. He looks like he’s enjoyin’ himself enough, so I figure this won’t hurt ‘im at all!”
A boisterous laugh left the boy's lips, amused at Dawn's luck (and perhaps skill) with her shot. He gave her a congratulatory high-five, despite missing his first attempt.
Now, clearly, this was not going to be a very healthy move for the 16-year-old. One full drink and he was already swaying with the unbalance that comes with a drunken state. If he had thought through the offer rationally, his immediate response would have been to decline the upped bet.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.
"I d--don't have a problem wit it-- hic!" Dia slurred, attempting to make his speech comprehensible to the best of his ability. No, it really couldn't get any worse. Well, with the exception of him passing out from the intense intoxication, that's about how drunk he was going to get, with his lightweight tendencies. Was that the way Gold was going to play? Bring it on. "But it has t'be farther away frum ya-- otherwise, that's cheatin'!"
What had he gotten himself into now?
Diamond sat beside two of his friends, Dawn and Gold, with a cup in his hand and snacks littering the floor. The hours had dragged on as they had convinced each other to take one, two, three swigs from the cup of alcohol he now held, heads spinning the further they got into it. Eventually the bright idea of playing beer pong appeared in their midst, and of course everyone complied.
Diamond himself could no longer see very clearly; his vision was starting to blur at the edges.
He had lost that time; Gold had managed to land the ping pong ball into his plastic cup, earning him yet another drink. Gold had burst into a yell of victory, arms raised above him in celebration at his win. Diamond no longer cared; he was drunk, anyway. It couldn't get any worse.
Evening was always a somewhat relaxing time of day, since titan activity dwindled as the sun set behind the walls that protected their society. All the soldiers were able to go home to their barracks and release the tension brought about by the fighting during the day. That day had been like any other; a dozen or so titans had invaded the destroyed town, and the Scouting Legion had been called on to control the attack. Luckily, there had been no deviant types, so it had been an off-day of sorts for the Legion, if it could even be called that.
Normal.
Is that what their lives had been reduced to? Losing a few members in battle daily, is what they called normal? Sure, they were lost in bravery and for the sake of humanity, but... It was all they knew. Only the strong survived in their world, and often it was the titans that prevailed.
Anyways, Mikasa exited the girl's barracks, her gear already stored away in her room. That way, she was left with simply her uniform. She decided to remain on the veranda, resting her arms on the railing. It gave her a chance to think, to refresh her mind and clear it of the day's events. It was becoming a routine for her, aside from worrying over Eren and his survival. So she could remain sane.
Oh, Sharrkan was always playing, whether it be with swords or with the ladies. He was the epitome of laziness, even if he was from the royal family of Sindria. There was little he took seriously, but he knew when it was needed, and thus, always was on top of things. He sent a scowl in her direction, shooting back at her, “At least I don’t keep all my nice hair under a hat.”
His words would quickly be countered by her actions, as she plopped her great big magician’s hat over his head, probably to silence his endless complaining. He blinked in surprise, but he had to admit, it was wide enough to shield his neck and shoulders from the strange white precipitate that fell from the sky.
“Mmn, thanks,” he said, glancing up and adjusting the great hat over his head. It was weird, having something large over his head, and having to balance it, at that. Fingers clasped onto the brim, trying to fix it before leaving it there and resigning with a frustrated huff. “How do you wear this thing all day?”
"Hm. Think of it this way-- my hat to me is like your sword to you. Besides, I have plenty of hair outside of my hat." And her tongue was stuck out at him, nose wrinkling slightly. Her hair wasn't the only feature she was proud of-- and therefore it had never been a worry for it to be covered.
"No problem. And you get used to it, of course." Now it was her turn to feel rather strange, without the comfort of her magician's hat atop her head. Really, it almost felt as if she was missing an important piece of her; but her purposes would have been to no avail if she had given Sharrkan her hat only to take it back a moment later. Hoping to compensate for the lack of coverage from the snow, she grasped her arms, hugging her coat closer to her. "Ah, I need warmer clothes..."
Suddenly, she remembered the necklace she had bought just before Sharrkan had arrived, still safely tucked away in her palm. Yamuraiha brushed her hair aside in order to make room for her to place the chain around her neck, fastening it. She lifted the aquamarine pendant for the other general to see. "Isn't it pretty?"
He snorted when she pulled away, though he honestly figured that he should have expected that from her. Returning his arm to his side, he stuck out his tongue at her, an immature action from one so esteemed as a general. “There are chicks who would pay to be where you just were, you know that?” A sigh, exaggerated on purpose, left him, and he peered at her expression from the corner of his eye, only to find her hand furiously dusting snow from his head.
“You’re messing up my hair!!” He tried to swat her away, but he was thankful that she had gotten most of the bits out. Yet, it wasn’t as if he would ever state his gratitude out loud— not especially in front of her. Their unspoken rivalry terms disallowed for such words, unless in dire situations. And both were far too prideful in the first place. “Useless magician,” he jabbed back at her, exhaled air visible in the cold.
His fingers fidgeted with the edges of the clunky overcoat (which wasn’t very oversized at all, but when compared to his usual, scanty amount of dress, it would prove to be a large addition of clothing either way). With an unhappy frown, he muttered under his breath, ”Why can’t you just use your magic to make all this snow go away?”
And she snickered in response-- not very lady-like, but who cared? "I'll bet they'd like to be as far away from you as possible. I'd know, I'm a girl too." So he was going to play that way, was he? Well, she was very much prepared to counter, not much more mature herself when it came to Sharrkan. "Don't over exaggerate. It's not like your hair wasn't messed up already." And this was her way of saying 'you're welcome', without using the obligatory words of kindness.
A sigh of her own slipped past her lips at the inquiry, materializing in the frosty air. "It doesn't work like that. I can manipulate the weather, not make it disappear altogether." Of course he'd say that-- someone like him wouldn't understand, she added mentally. But instead of continuing the problem, she decided rather hesitantly to take her magician's hat and set it lightly on top of the general's head, burying her arms in her robes soon after for warmth. "Here, now you don't have to worry about the snow hitting your pretty little head." An angelic smile was directed at Sharrkan, already having fun with the fact that the snow had somewhat affected his pride.
White powder dusted the tops of the tropical palm trees of Sindria, an occurrence that Sharrkan found odd. It was unusual for such weather to strike, and he was one to complain, yelping uselessly as the snow traveled down his loose garb and melted on the surface of his skin, until Masrur had convinced him to put a coat on. And even then, Sharrkan had found wearing a coat to be rather cumbersome, for it restricted his movements severely.
He skittered about the open market, peering around here and there. There wasn’t any good he was particularly looking for; he solely reveled in the excitement of people. Yet, a familiar black magician hat, lightly powdered with snow, caught his eye, and he was quick to dash over, until he stood next to her in front of a small jewelry booth.
“Oi, Yamuraiha.” He called her name, slinging an arm over her protected shoulder. “What’s up with the weather today?”
He placed his straightened hand at his forehead, making a slight roof over his eyes. “I’m trying to get the snow out of my hair, but I can’t really distinguish it from my hair color, see?”
[ And a familiar voice reached her from her side, catching her off guard and nearly giving her a heart attack. It shouldn't have been so surprising, since the market was so loud and lively, yet the sudden closeness of the male threw her off her balance. Not to mention when he casually draped an arm over her shoulder, she slid away a bit, casting an annoyed glance at the taller general. But it soon faded, as she took off her beloved black hat and shook off the accumulated snow. ] "I have no clue; but what I do know is that this isn't normal, snow in Sindria." Placing the hat back atop her head, the magician glanced up, brows knitting together slightly. ]
"You know, all you have to do is ruffle your hair--" [ And she proceeded to do so, reaching a petite hand up high to muss his hair somewhat roughly, making sure that some of the snow fell out. ] "--and it'll fall out on its own. You don't have to make any distinctions, and it's less work on that tiny sword-filled brain of yours." [ Of course, insults had to be included-- it was part of their relationship contract!! Except not really. ]
[ because i am lazy, this won't be long huehuehue Yamuraiha was out and about, as per usual, this time in the Sindrian marketplace. It was strange, leaving her staff at home like that, but it wasn't like she was going to need it any time soon, especially on such a mundane trip like this. The magician tightened the scarf around her neck just a bit and pulled her robes closer around her a bit more, the scarf a novelty on her person because of the rare weather that decided to hit Sindria that season, it usually being sunny and hot. Snow continued to fall from the skies, landing on her hat and now-covered shoulders.
At a particular stand, the female general picks up a handmade necklace, observing it from all angles. The pendant was weightless in her palm, shining a bright aquamarine despite the disappearance of the sun behind the clouds. A smile crossed her lips as she glanced up towards the owner of the stand, a small woman draped in a blanket. ]
"How much will this be?" [ The necklace was lifted up for the seller to see. ]
[ o9. Ice Skating ]
Time to lace up!!
Mustering up her courage, Flaky decided to hit the skating rink. Every day she decided she was going to try out one new thing a day and supposedly, today was the day she was going to try out ice-skating! The idea seemed like a good one initially, until she realized there was one tiny flaw about it: she couldn’t even skate. Flaky had never been taught as a little kid how to balance on four wheels, much less a tiny blade moving across ice.
But here she was now, at the grand foyer of the skating rink, nervously darting her eyes at the ground, as if finding it incredibly interesting. Feeling particularly cold, she tucked her nose and mouth into her scarf, the scratchy material tickling her nose. Maybe she should’ve come more prepared; After all she was going to be going to mere inches away from a solid ice. In between her gazes at the counter and at the ground, she moved slowly in line until, one-by-one she was finally at the front.
“A-Ah a pair of skates for one p-please.”
Shyly, she thrusted her money out at the cashier, who quickly exchanged it, handing her a clunky pair of boots. Flaky headed over to one of the benches, plopping down and pulled up one of her knees to her. She unlaced her current shoes, pulling it off before slipping onto the skate; Although just her size, the shoe felt awkwardly bulky on her. Hoping the feeling would go away as she got used to it, the redhead laced up the other skate before standing up from the bench and, more importantly, without any support.
She was still a bit wobbly however, finding it hard to find her balance, even on regular ground. Silently, she encouraged herself, willing herself to walk over to the entrance of the rink at least. Unfortunately, the poor porcupine accidentally caught her blades in one of the cracks and it took her body a while to process that she was actually stuck so here she goes, tripping into another person.
Oops…!
Hey, at least she wasn't the only one trying something new!
... Well, to be honest, he had tried ice skating once or twice in the past, but even that didn't guarantee a very high skill level on the ice. It was a nice day to go ahead and do it once more, though, so Flippy went with his gut and made his way over to the local ice rink to try it out. Time flew by quickly, as he waited and paid for his rentals, already finding himself at a bench to replace his worn-down army boots with the bulky skates. He tightened the scarf around his neck a bit tighter as he stood up to make the (somewhat dangerous) trip to the ice itself, ready to try his hand at ice skating again.
Luckily, he'd managed to nervously ignore the fact that the blades of the skates reminded him so much of something so familiar....
And he hadn't even taken two steps onto the rink when a body suddenly fell into his arms. Good thing he'd caught her in time, or at least he'd been there, or else she would've hit the ice really hard. It took him a couple of seconds to process what exactly had happened and who it was that he'd saved, but the time passed and a small smile lit his expression. "Flaky...!"
At that moment a hundred questions and more flooded his mind. Was she still scared of him? Should he back away and leave her personal space, just to make sure? Or should he just help her up and take it from there? Flippy reluctantly went with his final proposition, gently propping her back up to a proper standing position. He couldn't help the small, nervous wave that washed over him as he did so.
She didn't bother asking questions.
There was no reason to, after all.
Instinct, survival, impulse-- they all contributed to the Shooter's lifestyle. Nothing but instinct was felt, the urge to survive and the impulse to defend herself in a fight were crucial to forming every move she made, every step she took.
Speaking of steps she took, the raven-haired female wandered endlessly along the flat plane, checkerboard design littering the ground below her. Sharp, azure eyes flickered this way and that, carefully watching for any form of danger that may be lurking about. Not much was a hazard here in the Otherworld, but when there was, it was extremely potent-- examples would be Dead Master, Black Gold Saw, and the like.
“Try me,” he taunts, and it’s an open-ended challenge, designed to entice Len to accept the bait.
When Len glares at him, Yuuma merely gives him an oh-so innocent smile. But the younger’s gaze is something fierce, something that Yuuma acknowledges, but it just isn’t enough, entirely because it came from a teen who had outgrown his shota phase physically, but not fanbase-wise.
“LEEEEEENNNNNNNN!!”
He’s pretty sure she added a couple of words to follow, but only one member of the Vocaloid family would shout Len’s name in such a divided manner— he couldn’t quite pinpoint if she was excited, angry, or in the worst case scenario: both.
Recalling that Len previously mentioned how he weaseled his way out of a shopping trip with his sister, Yuuma has the hunch that Rin would deal with Len first, and therefore, remains where he is, laughing silently as he watches a scene unfold in front of him.
Say, Len, you really should have been expecting this. He finds himself smiling, somewhat amazed at the tautness of their twin bond. But as he watches, his finger slips against and presses a little too firmly against the send button, and he ends up sending Len’s embarrassing MarioKart picture to most of his contact list anyway.
“Whoops.” He speaks to particularly no one, but the remorseless expression on his face is enough of a clue.
Though she was practically boring holes into him with her piercing blue gaze - in truth she wasn’t… that… angry with him. Annoyed more than anything. If he didn’t want to go shopping with her, he should have just said so! — Or at least come up with a better lie. Len was pretty terrible at these sort of things, however, so it was to be expected that he would get caught. From behind them, she heard Yuuma mumble something - but it was ignored for the most part. Len was the one that was going to suffer.
Lips parted in a smile and she reached out to gently pat his head. “Wow! Good for you, brother dear - I’m glad I decided to pick up a present for you at the mall while I was there!” Crouching down, she dug through the pile of bags before removing one, turning away to pick through the articles of clothing inside.
“Ah, here it is!”
From the bag came assorted accessories, but all of them together composed the same outfit he wore in the video “Magical☆Kitty Len Len”. Tossing the clothes to him, she smiled and moved to sit down on the edge of his bed.
“Guess what we’re going to reenact today?” Her gaze flicked over to Yuuma and she nodded to his cellphone. “Can you record with that, or do I need to find the camera?”
Honestly, he had been bracing for a much tougher impact. He could see the annoyance in her expression as clear as day despite the sweet smile she put on. Curiously, Len was almost surprised she hadn’t done anything too bad… yet. He followed her movements with a suspicious eye, straining to see what exactly this “present” was.
Scratch that, he was no longer interested once he’d identified the clothes she picked out.
“No way in hell.” There was no doubt that he regretted ever taking part in that stupid song in the first place. The shota factor was emphasized more than enough already throughout his fanbase, and that had just took it a level further. To put it simply, the bane of his pride rested in that single song. (Okay, he’d done even more embarrassing songs for the sake of the fanbase, but this had to be one of the top hitters.)
And Rin wanted to reenact it?! He wouldn’t agree to it, even if it cost him his life. Maybe that’s a bit exaggerated, but still.
And then the brightest idea occurred to him.
“H-Hey, I don’t think it’s possible to do this anyway-- not without Miku or Kaito, right? They played roles in it, too… So we can’t do it! The cast is incomplete.” The biggest, proudest smile appeared on the blonde’s lips, utterly prideful in the fact that he was able to come up with such a great excuse. Neither of the two were in the house, nor were they going to be anytime soon, knowing them. The costume in his hands took away from the prideful effect slightly, but it didn’t matter. There was still a chance!
