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[ it's not a big thing, really. it's just that when it's this late and he's this tired he tends to say stuff he really shouldn't, and that usually ends in annoyance on both sides.
his stomach kind of hurts from getting socked in it, and seeing rohan around when he already just wants to go home and go to sleep doesn't make it any better. (post-fight adrenalin crash. his voice is lower than usual.) ]
What're you looking at.
his stomach kind of hurts from getting socked in it, and seeing rohan around when he already just wants to go home and go to sleep doesn't make it any better. (post-fight adrenalin crash. his voice is lower than usual.) ]
What're you looking at.
[ rohan's default state of being is "saying shit he shouldn't", or alternately, "doing shit when it's not appropriate", regardless of what's going on; he's lingering around near the entrance of an alley, sketching rusted pipes stretching up the side of a building when he notices heine, and he stops his pencil halfway through shading to give the guy a once-over. ]
Your beat-up face, what else? I probably don't need to tell you that you're a mess.
[ helpful. a flick of his wrist, and he starts sketching again. ]
If you're in pain, do me a favor and don't move.
Your beat-up face, what else? I probably don't need to tell you that you're a mess.
[ helpful. a flick of his wrist, and he starts sketching again. ]
If you're in pain, do me a favor and don't move.
I know.
[ his nose hurts. and so does his head. he could take out his phone and take a look in the front camera, but—wait, hang on a second. is he—? ]
Are you drawing me? Why?
[ his nose hurts. and so does his head. he could take out his phone and take a look in the front camera, but—wait, hang on a second. is he—? ]
Are you drawing me? Why?
[ ??? ]
Maybe. I don't know.
[ it takes heine a second to realize he's frozen in place, like rohan told him to, and with an annoyed tsk he takes a step away from the wall. he can't just run away, though... ]
You're being creepy.
Maybe. I don't know.
[ it takes heine a second to realize he's frozen in place, like rohan told him to, and with an annoyed tsk he takes a step away from the wall. he can't just run away, though... ]
You're being creepy.
That's because you're a poor judge of character. Don't blame me for you being ignorant.
[ ignorance, which is apparently not understanding the reason why rohan is so rude. at the very least, rohan's good at what he does, and he shows heine what he's finished so far— which is a good majority of heine's general state of being— with a little hn. ]
So? What sort of stupid trouble did you get into this time?
[ ignorance, which is apparently not understanding the reason why rohan is so rude. at the very least, rohan's good at what he does, and he shows heine what he's finished so far— which is a good majority of heine's general state of being— with a little hn. ]
So? What sort of stupid trouble did you get into this time?
[ well, that is pretty impressive. unfortunately, heine has no appreciation for the fine arts. ]
...whatever.
[ heine has resigned himself to this interaction at this point, and idly presses his fingertips to the forming bruise on his cheekbone. does it look that bad? ]
It wasn't stupid. [ yes it was. and he's not answering the question, really. ] What're you doing around here, then?
...whatever.
[ heine has resigned himself to this interaction at this point, and idly presses his fingertips to the forming bruise on his cheekbone. does it look that bad? ]
It wasn't stupid. [ yes it was. and he's not answering the question, really. ] What're you doing around here, then?
You're one to talk.
[ but he gives in, after a second. it's nothing worth hiding. ]
Bumped into this guy I hadn't seen for a while. He wasn't happy about it.
[ he shrugs. suspecting rohan's just here to draw and be weird, but he asks anyway. ] Your turn.
[ but he gives in, after a second. it's nothing worth hiding. ]
Bumped into this guy I hadn't seen for a while. He wasn't happy about it.
[ he shrugs. suspecting rohan's just here to draw and be weird, but he asks anyway. ] Your turn.
[ a light snort. ]
Is that how thugs work? As far as faces go, yours isn't that infuriating— definitely not something to get into a fight about.
[ he's saying this because he doesn't actually want to answer the question, because his reason is as simple as it is incredibly nerdy, not that he expects people to understand. ]
—Anyway, I was looking for new material for my manga.
Is that how thugs work? As far as faces go, yours isn't that infuriating— definitely not something to get into a fight about.
[ he's saying this because he doesn't actually want to answer the question, because his reason is as simple as it is incredibly nerdy, not that he expects people to understand. ]
—Anyway, I was looking for new material for my manga.
[ wow rude he's not a thug! just a delinquent!!!
also he can't tell how he's supposed to respond to that comment on his face. he thinks it's an insult. ]
Around here? You'll get beaten up.
also he can't tell how he's supposed to respond to that comment on his face. he thinks it's an insult. ]
Around here? You'll get beaten up.
[ heine just kinda. looks at him, and raises his eyebrows. ]
[ rohan sees red for a split second— how dare this guy patronize the great rohan kishibe— but he manages to keep it together, if only not to attract attention from any of the weirdos that might be milling around. ]
Whatever— who's the one that's standing here without a bruised face, you or me? I'll have you know that I can hold my own, easily.
Whatever— who's the one that's standing here without a bruised face, you or me? I'll have you know that I can hold my own, easily.
[ there's a couple of said weirdos walking down the street, and two chatting outside a store across the street, having just exited. heine... admittedly looks pretty weird even compared to them. ]
Uh-huh. [ his tone is so flat. ] Whatever.
Uh-huh. [ his tone is so flat. ] Whatever.
[ his fury is settled in his stomach, but rohan plays it cool; with a world-weary sigh, he folds his arms and taps an index finger against one forearm. ]
Hn. Well, if you're going to accuse me of being an "easy target", why don't you do me the courtesy of walking me towards a better part of town.
Hn. Well, if you're going to accuse me of being an "easy target", why don't you do me the courtesy of walking me towards a better part of town.
You just told me you could handle yourself.
[ that said, heine's on his way home anyway, and he turns to walk down the street, out of the neighborhood. the pair still on the other side of the street glance over; at least one of them snickers at rohan's croptop-sweatervest combo. ]
[ that said, heine's on his way home anyway, and he turns to walk down the street, out of the neighborhood. the pair still on the other side of the street glance over; at least one of them snickers at rohan's croptop-sweatervest combo. ]
I can. It's not as if I want to be seen trailing behind a thug like you.
[ which makes him following heine completely unnecessary by default, but he does, anyway— throwing a glare at the two weirdos laughing at his outfit, how uncouth.
one of them kicks a good-sized rock their way, and rohan sniffs. ]
[ which makes him following heine completely unnecessary by default, but he does, anyway— throwing a glare at the two weirdos laughing at his outfit, how uncouth.
one of them kicks a good-sized rock their way, and rohan sniffs. ]
If you think I look like a thug...
[ sigh. heine looks over at the clatter of a rock rolling across the street. ]
What're you going to do?
[ this, directed at rohan. he's just curious. ]
[ sigh. heine looks over at the clatter of a rock rolling across the street. ]
What're you going to do?
[ this, directed at rohan. he's just curious. ]
Yeah, it'd be funny.
[ best friend award 2k14.
they're pretty much out of range at this point, though, and heine walks quickly. ]
[ best friend award 2k14.
they're pretty much out of range at this point, though, and heine walks quickly. ]
"Arakita-san~!"
In a flash Manami is upon Arakita, grasping for his wrist (so he can't get away), holding a tiny piece of paper up to his face.
"Look at this! It's a fortune from that place- you know, the one where the fortunes in the cookies really happen. It says that my lucky animal is a wolf, and my lucky number is two! I'll be super-lucky if I stay by you today!"
If Manami would hold still long enough, the paper actually reads:
In a flash Manami is upon Arakita, grasping for his wrist (so he can't get away), holding a tiny piece of paper up to his face.
"Look at this! It's a fortune from that place- you know, the one where the fortunes in the cookies really happen. It says that my lucky animal is a wolf, and my lucky number is two! I'll be super-lucky if I stay by you today!"
If Manami would hold still long enough, the paper actually reads:
"The wolf is not always the foe. Much can be learned as his ally. Lucky numbers: 2, 6, 16, 22, 30"
Well.
Okay?
Manami's caught Arakita on his way to the clubhouse, shoulders hunched forward and looking distinctly like he doesn't want to have anything to do with anyone; actually, Manami always catches him when he doesn't want anything to do with anyone, who is he kidding.
A look over his shoulder, like he doesn't understand why he's being bothered about fortunes and cookies and wolves— does Manami even know that he's supposed to be cleaning the clubroom today? Probably not. Lord save them all.
"Hahh?! When the hell did you have time to go to that Chinese joint, anyway?"
Clearly this is the most pressing question.
Okay?
Manami's caught Arakita on his way to the clubhouse, shoulders hunched forward and looking distinctly like he doesn't want to have anything to do with anyone; actually, Manami always catches him when he doesn't want anything to do with anyone, who is he kidding.
A look over his shoulder, like he doesn't understand why he's being bothered about fortunes and cookies and wolves— does Manami even know that he's supposed to be cleaning the clubroom today? Probably not. Lord save them all.
"Hahh?! When the hell did you have time to go to that Chinese joint, anyway?"
Clearly this is the most pressing question.
Edited 2015-06-17 10:21 (UTC)
When does Arakita ever look like he wants anything to do with anyone?
And someone will remind him that it's his turn! Someone always does- (unfortunately?)
Arakita does ask the good questions though! Without letting go Manami answers while walking with him,
"During fifth period, I think. I kinda missed gym then math then lunch, so I figured I might just as well have lunch there as anywhere! Heh heh, pretty sure I'll hear about missing three periods today from Class-Rep... but can't be helped, right? When you're hungry you gotta eat!"
And someone will remind him that it's his turn! Someone always does- (unfortunately?)
Arakita does ask the good questions though! Without letting go Manami answers while walking with him,
"During fifth period, I think. I kinda missed gym then math then lunch, so I figured I might just as well have lunch there as anywhere! Heh heh, pretty sure I'll hear about missing three periods today from Class-Rep... but can't be helped, right? When you're hungry you gotta eat!"
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