* IT’S LIKE A CHANT , telling himself misaka can do what she wants and he has no right dictating who she hangs out with or not -- even now as he comes to the daunting realization his current girlfriend and ex-boyfriend decided to match costume concepts and show up as dates . it feels akin to a conspiracy , even though he's aware he hadn't bothered reaching out to the girl to see if she'd decide to grace the room with their presence ; instead he'd absently deemed it not her scene . the plastic cup he’d been entertaining stays scrunched up in his hand , brow twitching as his eyes revert back to staring at the newly arrived ‘ couple ’ , it’s like a countdown ticking down till he bursts .
tick tock tick tock ------ he deems two minutes is long enough , considers it a new record in fact , before he’s tossing the ( thankfully empty ) cup to the side and approaching the pair with little attempt put in concealing the emotion brewing under his skin , eyes narrowing just the slightest . ❛ lovebug , ❜ he comments first , offering a sincere smile in greeting to the female . he shuffles close enough so he can sling an arm around her shoulders , conveying innocence as he stares down at her in question , eyes flickering to her companion’s face with a flicker of territorial disgruntle in his gaze . ❛ i didn’t know you two were . . . acquainted . ❜ ( @nikolaism && @entcphile )