Clueless, Tennis Court Scene / Konan / CH1 [Closed: Ginjirou]
Despite all the bomb and possible murdering stuff going on, Konan decided to find something else to focus on in the meantime. Can’t really forget about it, though. Either way, he started to walk around the talent exhibition area. Eventually, he opened the door to exhibit δ, where the indoor tennis court lies.
Nice. Maybe a little exercise could do well right now. After a quick outfit change because tennis outfits are clearly superior, Konan started to play by bouncing the tennis balls to the wall. He is not particularly good at tennis, but at least he is trying.
His ears twitched when he heard the door open and turned his head to look at who it was. Huh, an actually tall person seemed to have entered—
A ball, that Konan had thrown moments before, smacked onto his cheek. “Shit!” cursed the blond, dropping the tennis racquet. He groaned in pain and rubbed his now red cheek.
“Hah, hey dude…” laughed Konan, “Not really the best way to meet someone, right?”
Ginjirou really knew nothing about tennis whatsoever. Still, there may have been some clues or ideas he could gain from one of the talent exhibitions, so it was at least a good idea to have a look around. Since he didn’t know of any tennis players, he was not expecting to see anyone else in the room.
He was clearly wrong, however. As he opened the door and stepped into the room, he was just in time to witness one Konan Gray Wallace get hit in the face with a tennis ball. He blinks for a second, processing the situation, before he rushes over to the other.
“A-Ah, I’m terribly, terribly sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. Would you like assistance? Ice, perhaps?”
He glanced around the room, looking for something he could give the other. Somewhere that someone could get injured would have to have ice packs, right? Without them, it’s just plain unsafe.
Konan looked down and continued to rub his cheek and let out a laugh, “Man, I should’ve seen that one coming! Left a mark, right?” He let go off his cheek and displayed the mark to Ginjirou. It didn’t look like the ball left a terrible bruise, but it was certainly red. He should’ve been expecting the ball to bounce back, anyway. This proves that he needs to be just a tad more aware, at least in certain situations.
“Does it look busted, like I went through an awesome adventure? … like Jumanji!” excitedly rambled Konan. He somehow managed to bring in a movie into this, but the idea of looking like he’s the hero of an action adventure movie would make him feel better.
All that quick talking made him groan in pain; the movement in his jaw was certainly not helping. He spoke, making sure that he didn’t move his jaw too much, “Thouf, ice woulf be kewl… oh! I mahe a pun!” He looked pretty pleased with himself after making that accidental pun.
Konan mumbled in realization, “Buh I don’t fink fere’s ice ‘round ‘ere…” He hummed as if he was thinking and then suggested to go to the lunchroom instead, “How ‘bout we move to da lunfroom? Maybe fere’s sum ice fere?”
Hopefully Ginjirou could understand Konan.
Ginjirou knows little to nothing about movies, so Konan’s words are lost on him, and do little to ease his worry. Despite his attempts to continue to appear calm, he is still very visible shaken. Adding on some confusion as well, this time.
“It… looks like you have been hit in the face by a tennis ball, Wallace-sama,” he states, direct and to the point.
He takes another moment to simply look at Konan, attempting to decipher what the other is saying, before realizing that he should be concerned that he couldn’t understand what Konan was saying. That was not a good sign. Despite Konan seeming to be happy with his pun, it flies right over Ginjirou’s head. He walks towards the other quickly.
“If it hurts, you probably shouldn’t talk as much, Wallace-sama.” He pauses. “Ah, yes. Lunchroom. There should be some there… Would you like me to go myself while you wait? Or would you prefer to come with? I would be open to either option.”
“Ah.”
The blond’s face dropped after hearing Ginjirou’s direct statement. He looked slightly hurt, but he was not upset at Ginjirou. To be fair, most people do not look awesome after getting hit by a tennis ball. Either way, he didn’t seem as shaken as Ginjirou did. In fact, he seemed chillaxed.
Konan decided to listen to the guy and tried to talk as little as possible. He thought, ‘so many questions.’ Instead of answering them like he should’ve, he decided to make the decision for the both of them. He walked towards the door and opened it with his free hand. He started to walk out, then quickly popped his head in, “C’mon dude!” A somewhat cryptic sign that Konan was forcing Ginjirou to go to the lunchroom with him. He then left and started to walk to the lunchroom on his own, assuming that Ginjirou joined him.
Once they reached the lunchroom, which luckily was a short walk, Konan sat down by one of the tables. He let out a small gasp and poked his cheek. He looked at Ginjirou with big puppy eyes and asked, “Can… can yuf gef ice fur me?”
With the change in Konan’s expression, Ginjirou begins backtracking through everything he’s said. Had he upset him somehow? That wasn’t good… Should he apologize? He probably should apologize. Ginjirou will carry the worry for the both of them.
“I am… sorry if anything I said may have upset you, Wallace-sama. That was not my intention, so I apologize if it sounded rude.”
Ginjirou blinked as Konan moved to exit the room. Right. It was just a tennis ball to the face, not some life-threatening injury that would restrict him to one place. Konan was perfectly capable of moving to another room. He nods, before quickly following after the other. He nods as Konan asks him for ice.
“Of course, Wallace-sama.”
He takes a minute to search around for some ice. When he eventually finds some, he brings it back, offering it to Konan.
“Here. Apologies for the wait.”
“’Ey, fanks!” Konan smiled at him and accepted the ice. He elevated his head a little, placed the package by his red cheek and let out a gasp from how cold it is. Usually, he would have no idea what to do with in a situation like this. Luckily, his grandmother has taught him some things. And movies. When characters get beat up in movies, they always have some ice to cool off.
“Yuf arr pretty kewl!” complimented Konan. Ginjirou had just entered the room and decided to help. Most people would just rush out of there, he guesses. On the other hand, he did just assume that the guy will just help him. Maybe he’s the one in the wrong. (Also, another accidental ice pun. Wonder how many there will be…)
“An’… yuf can call me Konan!” It’s a little awkward to be called his last name; he’s definitely not used to it. However, he still appreciated the gesture. He looked at Ginjirou and realised he didn’t really know his name, however something else had stood out to Konan before that.
He laughed, “Also, yuf arr da first tall person I’ve met!” Why are there so many shorties around here. Is this shortie nation. Konan will never know.
“Um… whut’s yer name?” Once again, he has not bothered to learn names from the class roster…This time he was a lot more upfront about it, though.
“Cool” was not something that Ginjirou was used to being called. “Polite” or “courteous”, maybe, but never cool. He didn’t exactly know how to react to this, so he just continued to watch Konan, face unchanging. It seemed like he knew what he was doing, so Ginjirou let out a sigh of relief.
“Ah, if you insist, then, Konan-sama.” It felt a bit... weird, using his first name. But Konan had asked, and Ginjirou was nothing if not readily obliging to follow requests. Konan it was, then. “I suppose so, though I wouldn’t say I’m all that tall compared to you, that is.”
He bows to the other. “I am Ginjirou Sotomaru. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
