Frivolous Festivities
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Post by Okazaki Tomoya on Feb 11, 2012 16:00:23 GMT -6
Rest had not come easy. He had resolved that there was something wrong with his brain if he was losing sleep over the eccentric girl, but after the fact became too obvious to ignore, he had no choice but to accept it, and instead pondered the situation until sleep had come over him. She was hard to understand...but not impossible; he couldn't blame her if she simply wanted to deny his status as a "bad kid", for truth be told, he likely didn't act as a stereotypical "bad kid" would. Whatever the stereotype for such a general term would be. It was also possible that, even if she knew the truth, she wouldn't mind either way...but he didn't want to risk the inverse of that possibility coming true...
With poor rest came an early morning, and he was awake with enough time to be the first attendee of the festival. As if. Instead, he chose to laze about his room, slowly getting ready, thinking about nothing in particular, but ever so often drifting back to the events from the day before. It had occurred to him that she might meet a few friends while perusing about the place (he was certain that she was much more popular then she let on) and if that were to occur he would have to become acquainted with her friends. While it was mostly only the seniors that knew of him, rumors spread like wildfire. With her innocence, she was liable to believe any of the crazy stories that circulated the school about him. He would have to be creative if he wanted to avoid such a situation...
The sakura trees seemed to sway with the gentle breeze as, hands casually in pant pockets, he walked up the hill. He was surrounded by strangers, alone in a sea of nameless faces. If the scene had not already been familiar to him, it might have seemed lonely, but as it stood, he was unaffected. Before he knew it he was standing in front of the school entrance looking for the bubbly little girl. Though she was short, she should have been instantly recognizable. Nowhere in sight. He should have known. With another sigh (he seemed to be doing that a lot lately), he entered the school grounds.
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Post by Yasuda Erina on Feb 11, 2012 20:24:31 GMT -6
Waiting was an incredibly difficult thing to do. How did other people manage it?
Erina stood at the school gate, hands clasped behind her back as she bounced on the balls of her feet with anticipation. The scents of various festival foods enticed her from afar, and the excited shrieks and laughter of the crowds beseeched her to abandon post and join the festivities. "No, I have to wait for Okazaki-sempai!" she quietly chastised herself, clasping her hands even tighter. She had invited him. It would be terrible to just-
Ice-cream.
A child strolled by, clasping his mother's hand as he enjoyed the frozen treat. Erina stared... And crumbled. She whirled around, spotting the ice-cream stand not far from the school's entrance, and began to hurry over, pausing only to give the road one last glance. Still no sign of Okazaki. She'd hurry back.
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Pleased with her strawberry cone, Erina began to walk down the line, eying the row of food booths with eager, sparkling eyes. Could she afford to try everything? Her parents had given her a surprisingly large allowance for the festival that morning... Ah, but she had promised to buy Okazaki's food, so it would be best to save it.
Wait. Okazaki.
Stopping abruptly and nearly dropping her cone, the girl turned and bolted back toward the entrance. She skidded to a halt at the gate, lifting her free hand to shade her eyes as she stood on her toes and peered down the pathway. No Okazaki. Safe. With a sigh of relief, she turned her attention back to her ice-cream, which disappeared within the minute. Waiting was still really hard. She had said ten, right?
Bored once again, she chanced a glance back at the booths, their bright colors and appealing goods and activities taunting her. At fifteen, she was still a child. Her restraint was limited. "Please, please don't get here yet, Okazaki-sempai! I'll be right back!" she begged aloud, then was off again, this time toward a nearby game booth.
"Ring toss, ring toss~! I want to play, please!"
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Post by Okazaki Tomoya on Feb 12, 2012 2:33:04 GMT -6
It had been...quite a while since his last festival. The countless array of booths, the numerous attendees milling about, and the undercurrent of vivid emotions that ran through the place shocked him. Had it really been this long? Warm nostalgia trickled into his veins before it was snuffed out by a cold revulsion he didn't completely understand. It was probably due to the same reason he chose to avoid these events. It was the people, the energy, and the ever present feeling that he didn't belong. During school hours it was bearable - talk was limited to breaks and down time, while the majority was filled with the dull drone of a lecturing teacher or the soft scribbling of students taking notes, a lullaby he always took advantage of. But now? It was in full force, and he wanted nothing to do with it. Remembering his purpose, he glanced around, urging his senses to identify the girl in some way. Nothing.
He had been late, so, technically, it made sense for her to move on without him...but would she? Her unexpected determination from yesterday deterred him from believing so, which just left one alternative...her attention span. The food stalls were close by, but his instincts pointed him towards the, albeit childish, carnival games. Food was definitely a powerful distraction, but there was nothing stopping her from simply buying something and returning to the front gate. Resolving to check the school's entrance every so often, he moved through the throng of bodies, glancing at each booth, and then to it's members, to confirm whether she was among the bunch. In reality he didn't need to find her, and could in fact attend the festival without her...but she, by some miracle, had promised to repay him the food she owed. It was a golden opportunity he could not let go.
"Nooo! You're not supposed to go over there, silly!"
He should have known. The simplest, most basic event...and she was failing miserably at it. This is what had distracted her? He was currently standing behind her, watching with more and more disbelief as her swings caused the rings to fly off in the most unpredictable directions. Besides her was a child, likely half her age, landing all but a few rings every attempt. He had been waiting for her to notice him, but now that she was starting to talk to herself it was probably time to put an end to the embarrassing display. Oh wait, 'embarrassing' wasn't part of her dictionary.
"Wow. I think you're the first high school student to do this badly. "
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Post by Yasuda Erina on Feb 18, 2012 4:01:15 GMT -6
Rings weren’t that different from volleyballs, were they? They were both round, after all. Why was this so difficult then? The girl groaned with disappointment as her last ring swerved to the right, missing its target by at least a foot. Yes, serving volleyballs was definitely much easier than this. Nevertheless, her determination was unwavering, and her hand reached for her wallet to commence round two. However, before more money could be thrown at the children’s game, a familiar voice cut through her fierce resolve.
Startled, she whirled around to meet the eyes of her upperclassman. The intense showdown with the wayward ring toss had caused her to temporarily forget him, and the guilt immediately rose up from within her and escaped through her hastily blurted words.
“Uwaaaaa! You’re here, Okazaki-sempai!”
Her head bowed itself repeatedly as she rambled on, her speech growing increasingly hurried. “I’m so sorry, I was waiting for you and everything, but then there was ice-cream and I couldn’t wait, but I came right back after, but then it was gone and it was boring and I didn’t know what to do because it was ten and you weren’t here, but you said you were coming, but the games looked like fun and I wanted to play and it wasn’t too far away, and I thought I could come right back after, and…”
Trailing off to catch her breath, she paused for a moment before lifting her face again to offer the boy an apologetic smile. The momentary wave of panic passed, and she slipped back into her typical, cheery state. He was a little late, but he was still here. It was a good thing. Why worry? “Um… Never mind! You found me, so it’s okay! Eheh… Let’s go~!”
With that, she abandoned the game booth and hurried out into the middle of the pathway, excitement dancing in her eyes as she spun in a circle to view the various booths around her. A sudden thought made her stop, however, and turn back to look at Okazaki, who was following close behind.
“I wasn’t that bad! I got two rings my first try… But I can’t hit them like volleyballs, so it’s hard…”
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Post by Okazaki Tomoya on Feb 20, 2012 4:30:29 GMT -6
His lessons from the past were now being put to good use. Trying to follow her logic (if that's what it could be called)was similar to trying to understand Sunohara's eccentric reactions - it was impossible. Rather then seeking to understand it, it was easier, and more entertaining, to simply react to it. As she spent the next few moments attempting to explain why he had needed to search for her, he allowed her words to feed his imagination, opting to envision her as a cartoon avatar, running back and forth from booth to stall, piling on food and playing games at the same time, chomping away while throwing rings in every direction possible - all while, of course, failing miserably at both. If it had been anyone else it might have seemed impossible to accomplish so much in the five minutes it had taken him to walk up the hill...but considering who he was referring to, it somehow seemed to fit perfectly. He quickly glanced her over once more to check and see if she had spilled anything on herself. Safe...for now.
Just as soon as he had finished his quick inspection of her she had cut her story short, moving forward at a pace he occasionally struggled to keep up with. He gave her a meaningful glance - almost as if to say 'ready yet?' - before she bounded off ahead, likely missing his social cue entirely. He resolved that it was simpler for her to take the lead, as he had no idea why she had invited him along in the first place. She had invited him, without explanation, in the final moments of the confrontation from the day before...though he had a few ideas of his own that seemed to satisfy his curiosity, he couldn't be sure without a confession from the culprit herself. Her revival of the conversation spurred him forward, marred only by resistance to retort 'You were horrendous, the eight year old beside you scored more then twice as many'. Instead he opted to focus on the latter half of the statement, waiting until he was walking beside her, keeping in time with her own bubbly pace, before asking
"Volleyballs...?" [/blockquote]
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Post by Yasuda Erina on Feb 28, 2012 3:52:54 GMT -6
“Ah! Okazaki-sempai doesn’t know, right?”
She raised an arm as she spoke, tossing an imaginary volleyball into the air and following through with a strong serve. Her eyes observed its trajectory as it landed somewhere in the distance. If there was a festival game where she could do something like that, she’d win for sure!
“Yasuda Erina is on the volleyball teeaam~!” She half sang the words, swaying her head back and forth. “It’s my best sport!” she continued proudly. “But daddy says it’s my second best because my first is eating, but I don’t think that’s a sport… And I don’t eat that much…”
This was nice. Erina smiled brightly at her companion. She was glad he was here. Festivals were always fun no matter what, but with a friend, they were twice as much fun. Today was going to be wonderful, she was certain. He deserved it. This was a thank-you outing after all.
As she continued to lead the way, skipping down the path lined with bustling stalls and chattering students, the excitement within her bubbled over, and she began to grin and fidget. The school had become a beautiful, lively entity, thriving on the laughter and joy that now filled it. She, too, would offer it her smile today. How could she not?
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Post by Okazaki Tomoya on Mar 18, 2012 4:17:34 GMT -6
He didn't need her to act it out for him. That didn't stop her from obliging anyway. She was impervious to the staring onlookers around them who noticed her peculiar action as she demonstrated what was likely a perfect serve, continuing to follow the imaginary ball far after releasing it from her grasp. He had almost expected her to run off and apologize to whoever it had "hit", but she cut off the stray thought with her proud declaration. Yet another fact that widened the gap between them. While this piece of knowledge certainly surprised him, he wasn't particularly moved or effected it. True, while he himself had an aversion to clubs, he had no qualms with her, or anyone else for that matter, participating in one - even if it was a sports club. Instead, he was simply puzzled as to how a scrawny girl like her could succeed in volleyball, so much so as to actually be proud of it. He didn't know much about the sport, so he let his curiosity slip away from his grasp without a second thought.
"He sounds like a smart guy."
He couldn't help but agree - his empty wallet had been proof of that. She seemed as skinny as any other girl her age, yet she consumed food so often and indiscriminately...she could easily be compared to a black hole. Where was it all going? There could only be one explanation: she was literally converting the food into pure, unadulterated energy. It seemed to explain far more then he ever thought possible. As if in response to his new theory, she skipped ahead, suddenly shaking and vibrating, likely containing a volcano of energy liable to catastrophically explode if left unchecked...how scary. Curious now as to its source, he asked
"Is this your first time at a festival? Or are you just getting excited over all this food?"
He hoped she wouldn't explode. That could be bad.
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Post by Yasuda Erina on Mar 28, 2012 3:01:16 GMT -6
I can smell ramen and yakitori and corn and…!
“Is this your first time at a festival? Or are you just getting excited over all this food?”
Erina halted and her head swiveled around to face the older student, slightly startled. “Whaaa~?! How did you know?” she squeaked, amazed by her upperclassman’s apparent psychic ability. Still, he hadn’t been completely right… Of course she’d been to a festival! What a silly question!
“There are looooots of super yummy things here,” she nodded, confirming Okazaki’s suspicions about her excitement. “But I’m excited about lots of other things too!” Smiling at him, she slowed her pace slightly to walk at his side. “Number one~!” she began, dramatically stabbing the air with a finger as she started her list. “Lots and lots of people like to go to festivals, so I get to talk a lot and make new friends!”
“Number two~!” Her arm still raised, she lifted a second finger to mark her next point. “A lot of fun and interesting things happen at festivals!” Though the festival food had been reason enough for the girl to attend, she was eager to see what the other students had worked on for the event. Her own class was running a takoyaki booth, and though she’d been disappointed when they refused to allow her to work in it (For what reason, she couldn’t understand), she was happy to have the extra free time to explore the festival thoroughly.
“Number three~!” A third finger joined the others to finish off the list. “I get to see it all with Okazaki-sempai!” She had other friends, of course. There were people in her homeroom and a few others she looked forward to seeing today. Still, it was nice getting to know new friends, and she liked Okazaki. He was interesting. Perhaps because he was so strange? She still didn’t understand him a lot of the time.
“And that’s why I know today will definitely, definitely be amazing!” [/size]
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Post by Okazaki Tomoya on Apr 16, 2012 20:34:42 GMT -6
She never failed to express shock and amazement at his pointing out at the blatantly obvious. Was she not aware of how much she gave away? Or perhaps she was sarcastically mocking him? No...never that. While he would have loved to entertain the possibility, her expressions were too pure, her tone never biting, and her body language too expressive...she seemed wholly incapable of deception.
"Lots of other things?"
He lazily answered along, forming the illusion of a conversation between them (for she would babble on with or without his verbal consent), casually listening to her stream of words while doing his best not to focus on his surroundings. He didn't enjoy the large throng of people around him.
"Number one~! Lots and lots of people like to go to festivals, so I get to talk a lot and make new friends!" - he was apathetic to those around him. A few of those who knew of him eyed him with suspicion,fear,and sometimes even anger, talking behind his back with hushed tones. On the other hand, everyone else walked by him without a second glance, to them, a stranger who held less significance then a drop of rain would hold landing on there face. Who was there to make friends with? Why bother? They wouldn't give him a chance even if he bothered to try. Not that he cared.
"Number two~! A lot of fun and interesting things happen at festivals." - he was beginning to feel conflicted now. He was inclined to blame her...but she had not changed. She was acting as she always had - so there was no reason for her to be the root of his frustration. Perhaps she was just too cheerful - too happy, it was pissing him off...but it wasn't that either, if anything her vivacious glee at the simple and mundane was preventing him from becoming even more frustrated then he already was..and then he finally understood the source of his frustrations. The unsolved problem that would never completely go away. The two worlds.
Will that day come? He tried not to dwell on it, but the problem seemed to dwell larger every time he was reminded of it - his world and hers seemed so vastly apart, he didn't understand how her social life hadn't already been ripped to shreds by rumors and superstitions due to his mere presence. He was a deadbeat senior who spent his days wasting time as he saw fit, while she was a bright young freshmen with a thirst for life, ready to take on the world in stride. Will something eventually change doing this? It wouldn't be long now until the two of them parted ways. Go to school, chat with friends, and then go back to the home I don't even want to go back to. The friends she could make in such a scenario would be shallow and meaningless at best. It's full of all the memories I want to forget about. It was a school festival from a school with a focus on academics. Nobody had time to put any effort into this festival. There would be nothing fun or interesting to be had. The memories of fun and interesting things she spoke of were simply a farce, for what fun could she have with the company of nobody else but a grumpy senior delinquent? Nothing. I hate this city. Absolutely nothing.
"Number three~! I get to see it all with Okazaki-sempai!"
...what? Why does that-
"And that's why I know today will definitely, definitely be amazing!"
He was dumbfounded. He had stopped walking, staring at her with surprise and wonderment, completely at a loss for words. She...accepted him. She accepted him? He failed to grasp at the gravity of that fact, grabbing at meaningless factoids in the hopes to buffer the core truth instead - she was simply naive, she was friends with anyone, all one had to do was feed her and she automatically considered you her best friend! And yet...she had singled him out specifically when making her point, implying that *he* was essential for her day to be 'definitely, definitely' amazing. Wasn't this just a favor for saving her from a lecture? When had this become so much more...
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Post by Yasuda Erina on May 18, 2012 16:32:45 GMT -6
“Are you hungry, Okazaki-sempai?”
She broke off from her mini speech with the abrupt question, eyes excitedly darting from booth to booth. Where would they even begin? Looking upward and silently counting on her fingers, she considered the amount of money her father had given her that morning. “We have enough to buy… A whooooole lot~! Ah! But then we won’t have money to do anything else…”
In her excitement, she had failed to notice that Okazaki had stopped in his tracks, and she continued to flutter about, chattering away as she did. “Okay, okay~! I’ve got it now! We should do lots of fun things first, then buy food after!” she concluded. “I’m hungry now, though… Ah, Okazaki-sempai, what are you doing back there? Let’s go~!”
Backtracking to collect her speechless companion, she urged him toward the entrance of the school building, unaware of any effect her words may have had.
It was going to be a fun day. (Thread continues in 1-B's Haunted House)
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Post by Yasuda Erina on Oct 2, 2012 15:35:33 GMT -6
Part Two The steaming bowl of shoyu ramen threatened to splash its contents onto the next passing stranger as Erina fluttered about the festival grounds, the warm broth sloshing about in its container. When a small amount did eventually escape, splattering at her feet, she let out a tiny, panicked squeal and stopped in her tracks to steady the bowl. Wasting food was way too sad, and she was starving!
“Quick, quick! Find a seat, Okazaki-sempai!” she commanded, frozen in place, staring at her bowl in concentration as if willing it not to spill with her mind. Now that she looked at it though, it was a little small… She’d need to go back for another after. Or maybe try something else? Ah, would one bowl be enough for Okazaki? She still had a lot of money left, right?
“Do you need another bowl Okazaki-sempai?” she asked, eyes still locked in a staring contest with her ramen. The soup had finally come to a complete standstill, and she began to take small, tentative steps again, never shifting her gaze. “You’ll eat lots and lots, right? Because I want to say thank you lots and lots~!”
Was Okazaki having fun? She hoped he was having fun. If he wasn't, then she'd have to take him out to thank him all over again! Ah, but that wouldn't be so bad... They could go out on an adventure! Though... there weren't many places to have adventures here, were there? Oh well. They could just go on a normal, everyday not-adventure and pretend it was an adventure then. Oh! And she had to find a chance to trick him too! What kind of trick would work? Ahh... What kind of tricks were there?
Lost in thought and brown eyes still fixated on her food, the girl squeaked as her head bumped into the back of her upperclassman. [/size]
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Post by Okazaki Tomoya on Oct 15, 2012 2:32:34 GMT -6
"Was it really necessary to ask them for 'a little extra'? Twice?"
He was answered only by a high pitched squeal and an accompanying splash as it seemed she was down 'a little extra'. No sooner had he set his own bowl on a table did he hear the words:
“Quick, quick! Find a seat, Okazaki-sempai!”
Clearly her overflowing bowl was consuming the bulk of her focus. Rather then responding to the question, who's answer, quite literally, was under her nose, he instead took a moment to observe his surroundings. They had moved towards the courtyards after buying there food near the chaotic booths near the entrance of the school. She had insisted on paying for him, which impressed him more then it should have, and even promised to buy him whatever he would like...though eventually her attention span won out and there lunch had been decided right then and there. The courtyard, in contrast to the traffic everywhere else, was relatively peaceful, with just a few attendees lounging around, taking a break from the high energy of the rest of the festival.
“Do you need another bowl Okazaki-sempai?”
He glanced at his own large meal with mixed emotions, wondering if he could even get through one bowl without feeling too full to move. Because the two had arrived relatively late, and had spent quite a long time milling about, they had happened to catch the servers at a time where they were switching there palates from afternoon guilty pleasures to evening meals. This meant out with the old and in with the new...which essentially meant overloading the plates of what few customers they received during the down time to save any guilt of simply throwing it away. Yasuda had been ecstatic of course...iIf the only thing they were worried about was wasting food, they should simply consider giving her the rest of it...he was certain she wouldn't mind.
“You’ll eat lots and lots, right? Because I want to say thank you lots and lots~!”
"Uh...yeah. Sure."
He would try to finish his bowl at least. Though, he wasn't quite sure what she wanted to thank him for. Well...he knew...but he couldn't bring himself to believe it warranted all of this...attention. Simpler just to accept she was thanking him for something else he was currently unaware of. He didn't mind though. Going with the flow was what he excelled at. He felt a sudden pressure behind him accompanied by yet another squeak.
"Hey, watch it!"
He exclaimed, a shallow veil of annoyance peppering his voice, no more authentic then his efforts towards making it into a decent college. With a sigh he plucked the bowl from her hands and placed it directly in front of him, near the other end of the table.
"There. Now try and eat...slowly and calmly."
It was a fruitless request. The beast had been awoken from it's slumber.
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Post by Yasuda Erina on Jan 14, 2013 14:25:49 GMT -6
Alarmed, Erina started with a squeak, instinctively grasping at the air as her bowl was swept out of her hands. However, her distress immediately subsided as her wide eyes followed her beloved meal as it floated over her head and onto a nearby table. Oh good, Okazaki had found them a seat!
"There. Now try and eat... slowly and calmly."
Eh? What did that mean? The freshman nodded happily and hurried to her seat, though her comprehension of these instructions was questionable. Slowly... and calmly? How did anyone eat like that? Didn't food make everyone happy? Was there a special reason Okazaki wanted her to eat in a... slow and calm manner? She broke her chopsticks in a hurry, eager to fill her loudly complaining stomach, but paused for a brief moment, glancing up to catch her upperclasman's eye.
Slow... calm... Would he be upset if she didn't? This day was for Okazaki, so it would be best to try to make him as happy as possible!
Nodding to confirm her own decision, she dove in with her chopsticks, lifting a generous serving of ramen to her mouth."Itadakimasu~!" The words were quickly smothered by a mouthful of steaming noodles which she slurped up cheerily, apparently attempting to slow her pace to a more acceptable speed and failing terribly.
Was she doing a good job? She stopped to shoot another glance at Okazaki, adjusting herself to mirror his position, then offered him a bright smile.
"So today was fun, right? You had lots and lots of fun?"
She waited for his response with eager, expectant eyes. [/size]
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Post by Okazaki Tomoya on Jan 21, 2013 7:02:44 GMT -6
He had expected her to devour the meal as ravenously as a 450 pound Bengal tiger, left to starve for a full week, would chow down on it's prey. What he hadn't expected was her to pause and look up to him in thought before continuing on. Bright and eager eyes. Why was she wasting time looking at him when she had a hungry beast to feed? She seemed to genuinely let his words sink in before proceeding onwards...not that it made any real difference.
"Itadakimasu."
His words, in stark contrast to hers, were monotone and stale, cleverly hiding his growing hunger. Expertly maneuvering his chopsticks, he ate in a similar fashion to her, quickly slurping up the noodles as they entered his mouth. Before he had time to contemplate his rather interesting day, he noticed she was looking at him again, shifting her body language from a ravenous tiger to a...more relaxed tiger? With a bright smile. Just as she was shattering his perfect streak of clever analogies, so too was he feeling uncomfortable from the shift in mood...though what that was he hadn't a clue.
"So today was fun, right? You had lots and lots of fun?"
Though it made sense she had been preparing for a question or statement this entire time, he was still slightly dumbfounded at her current behavior. The only thing he had ever truly understood about this girl was one word: Food. Save for a few exceptions, he felt like he was surrounded by rumors and relationships, club activities, or mundane, boring things such as grades or family life. These were the only things that were important to them. Once upon a time it had been the only things important to him too. For her it had always been food. So why the change in pace? Why pay for him? Why pay so much attention to him? It was almost as if...this entire day had been for him. But that was absolutely ridiculous. Much like Sunohara, he was certain she shared a similar one-direction mind that seem unaware of who or what she was surrounded by, and instead was solely focused on what was right in front of her...which he had usually found to be food. How else could she evade insecurity and embarrassment as expertly as she does? All while keeping a smile on her face.
Attempting to brush away the unfamiliar, possibly uncomfortable, thoughts and feelings, he answered nonchalantly:
"Well, I watched you fail at tossing rings, listen to you prattle on about food and festivities, was dragged around an entire classroom at the speed of sound, was nearly dragged into a perverted maid cafe, heard a questionable fortune by a questionable fortune teller, and am now finally eating this slightly cold bowl of ramen with you. All in all I would say it's been an average day."
His last sentence was dripping with sarcasm, but it erred more on the side of teasing rather then cold.
"What about you? You seem to be pretty popular. You don't regret spending the entire day with a senior delinquent? I'm sure there's already a few rumors abound."
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Post by Yasuda Erina on Jun 26, 2013 2:58:08 GMT -6
Erina hungrily slurped up her food as she listened, seeming to forget her instructions to slow down as her focus shifted to Okazaki's words. Her hand moved mechanically, bringing more noodles to her mouth with her chopsticks. As he finished his sentence, she cocked her head, her expression half confused and half questioning.
"So... you had an average amount of fun?"
She seemed to consider this, her gaze focused upward. Should they go back and do one more thing to make today more than just average? But Okazaki hadn't wanted to go to any of the other classrooms! What did he want to do then? And what was wrong with the maid cafe...? It had looked really cute...
"What about you? You seem to be pretty popular. You don't regret spending the entire day with a senior delinquent? I'm sure there's already a few rumors abound."
"Ehh?"
The girl stared at him uncomprehendingly for a moment, chopsticks in her mouth. She was popular? No one had told her that! But... what did that have to do with Okazaki? "Senior delinquent"? He didn't look like a delinquent to her. Those were the bad kids that cut class and smoked and got into fights, right? Oh, and had funny hair! Okazaki's hair looked just fine! What was he talking about?
"But you don't have funny hair and you're really nice~!" she stated emphatically, as if her reasoning made perfect sense beyond the confines of her own quirky mind. "I definitely, definitely don't regret spending time with nice, no-funny-hair, not-delinquent Okazaki-sempai!"
She beamed at him then lowered her chopsticks into her bowl... and came up empty.
"Ehhhh?! Where did it gooooo~?!"
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