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    Rana's quick to wince, for if nothing else, this man certainly didn't mince words. Why, even though it's true it was none of her business, did he really have to word it like that? Honestly, he didn't even have to be nice to her or anything, but would it kill him to be less irritable around a senior highschool student? "Jeez, you must be real fun at parties. Can't a girl just ask a simple question these days without being treated like a waste of space?" came her exasperated murmur, but regardless, she'll soon turn while letting out a melodramatic sigh.

    "Well, whatever... I guess I'll leave you alone, but only 'cause you're such a jerk who clearly has a stick stuck up his you know what," Rana acquiesces... only, before she could even take three steps, she then hears a raspy feminine voice call out to him, causing her to stop dead in her tracks.

    "Why, hello there, handsome~ Are you out here alone all by your poor lonesome?" she hears it say, and by the time she turns around, she spots a middle aged woman who was clearly drunk off her mind clasping the man's arm.

    Granted, Rana was aware she shouldn't stare, but she still finds herself eyeing the unexpected scene unfolding right before her very own eyes anyways, because it very much seemed like a major case of schadenfreude. Seriously, was him being accosted by a flirtatious woman simply karma at work or were they just coincidentally near an area with quite a few bars?

ㅤㅤA brow raises in silent question as she describes her previous experience with walking home. Bad luck was one thing, but that sounded too comical and cartoon-ish to have been real. Did she piss off some god or something ? Then again, one of his uncles was for notorious for getting into no end of perplexing trouble. How that guy managed to get married was anyone's guess.

ㅤㅤBeau was about to put it plainly and tell her he didn't care when she hit him with that ridiculous question. How funny that even a complete stranger was on his ass about it. Annoying. Nose scrunched and eyes narrowed before turning away from her with a sigh that seemed to say ' not again ' without a single word. " What if I am ? I don't see how that'd be any of your business. "

ㅤㅤIn other words— butt out. If she asked any more stupid questions, then maybe Beau would understand why she'd been ditched. " Don't you have something better to do than talk to a stranger ? Go call your taxi or whatever. Ask your parents to pick you up. I don't care. Just leave me alone. " Words were half spoken and half grumbled as his interest waned. Not one to converse easily, Beau pulled out his phone to check the time and hoped that be the end of it... Only to click his tongue in annoyance and shove it back in his pocket. Figures.

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❥     𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

add context   &   change gendered language to your needs .   happy roleplaying !!

“   great .  just  fucking  great .   ” “   any  ideas  on  how  to  get  us  out  of  this  mess ??   ” “   this  is  the  last  time  i  go  anywhere  with  you .   ” “   haven’t  you  done  enough  already ??   ” “   don’t  worry ,   i  have  a  plan .   ” “   well ,   that  didn’t  work .   any  plan  c ,   genius ??   ” “   you  know ,   i  genuinely  don’t  think  this  could  get  any  worse .   ” “   how  did  you  manage  to  do  everything   incorrectly ??   ” “   this  is  wrong .   all  of  this  is  wrong .   ” “   looks  like  we’re  stuck  here .   ” “   admit  it ;   you  have  no  idea  where  you’re  going ,   do  you ??   ” “   we’re  completely  lost .   ” “   of  all  the  people  in  the  world  i  could  end  up  stuck  with  …   ” “   well .   was   this   your  idea  of  a  fun  vacation ??   ” “   how  is  the  tank  almost  empty ??   i  thought  you  said  you  got  gas  before  we  left !!   ” “   there’s  a  gas  station   five  miles  /   eight   kilometers   from  here .   we’re  just  gonna  have  to  push  the  car  there .   ” “   the  good  news  is ,   i  found  someone  who  i  think  can  help  us .   the  bad  news  is ,   i  don’t  think  they  speak   [ language ] .   ” “   thank  god ,   it’s  about  time  you  showed  up  to  help !!   ” “   could  you  run  any  fucking  slower ?!   ” “   i  can’t  get  any  signal  out  here .   ” “   someone  stole  my  fucking  wallet .   ” “   we  are  below  rock  bottom  right  now .   we’re ,  like ,  in  hell .   ” “   are  you  really  just  going  to  leave  me  here ??   ” “   okay ,   you  being  dramatic  is  not  going  to  help  us  find  a  way  to  fix  this .   ” “   are  you  bleeding ??   ” “   i’ll  try  to  find  us  somewhere  to  spend  the  night .   ” “   i  don’t  know  what  to  do !!   i’m  not  a  doctor !!   ” “   of  course  this  happens  to  me .  i  can’t  even  be  surprised .   ” “   i  can’t  walk  …  you’re  gonna  have  to  carry  me .   ” “   things  could  always  be  worse .   at  least  you  don’t  have  flesh - eating  bacteria ,   right ??   ” “   don’t  panic ,   but  i’m  pretty  sure  we’re  being  followed .   ” “   maybe  some  music  will  help  you  calm  down .   ” “   my  glasses  are  broken  …   ” “   i  didn’t  have  enough  rocks  to  write  out   ‘ help ’   so  i  just  spelled  out  ‘ hell ’ .   ” “   maybe  we  can  play  a  game  to  pass  the  time  until  someone  notices  we’re  missing .   ” “   okay ,   i  swear  this  is  not  what  it  looks  like .   ” “   there’s  a  killer  storm  going  on  outside ,   so   unless  you  want  to  disappear  under  mysterious  circumstances ,   i  suggest  you  get  comfortable .   ” “   how  long  was  i  out ??   ” “   well ,   at  least  i’m  trapped  here  with  you .   ”

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- @lipikkawrites

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    "Right?! They're such heartless jerks, I swear!" Rana rambles. ...Needless to say, it seemed she was clearly under the impression he was mistakenly on her side. Though, with how Rana herself was never exactly the sharpest knife in the shed, she would automatically give everyone the benefit of the doubt until proven otherwise.

    The moment he next spoke, however, she'll then blink, only to suddenly feel awkward upon realizing he never really cared in the first place despite having badmouthed her friends. By that point, Rana soon glances off towards the side, wondering if perhaps starting a conversation with him hadn't been the greatest move on her part.

    "Er... the last time I did that, I just managed to get even more lost... not to mention a flower pot nearly fell on my head while I was running away from a crazy drunkard, so something tells me I should just stay here until a taxi comes. Yeah, based off of personal experiences, that would totally be way safer than getting inside a stranger's car," she goes on to idly nod.

    "So, uh... were you also abandoned by someone you knew? Or unlike me, are you waiting for a super hot date to show up?" came Rana's eventual curious query. Honestly, perhaps she was being a bit too nosy for her own good, but as this man hadn't told her to straight up leave him alone jut yet, she figured it was probably safe to resume talking.

❛  my friends ditched me here and now i could really use a ride home.  ❜ [ from rana maybe?? ] @causalitylinked 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

ㅤㅤ" Tch, some friends those are. " Grumbled beneath a tired breath— one that made it clear he wanted to be anywhere but here. The girl had barely spoken a single sentence to him, but Beau had never been much of a ' people person. ' A few members of his family were quick to point this out and teased him relentlessly about his lack of a love life as a result. What did he care for that, though ? It's not like any of them had the most stable relationship to be preaching to him in the first place.

ㅤㅤ" And what do you want me to do about it ? Hate to break it to ya, but I didn't drive here. Wanna get home ? Better start walking. " Undoubtedly, there was a nicer way to have put that, but he didn't care to be nice.

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    "Tch. You're such a pain in the ass," Akira clicks his tongue with teeth naturally gritted as he slams a fist into an open palm. Of course, he had wondered why he suddenly received a phone call from an irate man he never met earlier that day, but he should have known Seiji had a hand in allegedly pissing off somebody's girlfriend, to the point where her lover was now out to get him.

    Still, hearing his pleas for mercy eventually had him lower his arms back down along his sides, because despite how tempted he was to punch his best friend, he did promise to cut him some slack for the next four days. To that end, Akira figures he should at least hear Seiji out... before socking him in the throat anyways.

    "...Fine, but only 'cause you're promising me peace and quiet," he gruffly states before subsequently arching a brow. "So who do I gotta kick the ass of? A gang member? Some rich old fart with a knife? A pro boxer?" Akira then questions, since if nothing else, it wasn't like the man who angrily called him over the phone told him what his name was... in fact, all he really knew was that he was the boyfriend of some girl called 'Kana' and no matter how many times he told him he never met this damned woman to save his own life, he wouldn't listen, meaning for better or worse, he had a potential stalker on his hands.

@causalitylinked sent oh, please explain how this is my fault. [ for seiji, from akira! maybe he accidentally pissed off a girl or something? ]

❝ i used your name . ❞ short , simple , && to the point . he used his name && not his own when he made that woman angry . okay MAYBE he didnt realize she had a boyfriend , hey we all make mistakes you know ! but seiji being a little discourse for chaos , felt a bit bad that he used his best friends name in vain - hes not really a fighter you know , he is more of the back liner that supports you !

❝ hey ! listen to me akira ~ it will totally blow over ! wait wait - dont look at me like that ! look at me i bruise very easily ! you know you l o v e me ! please please just help me out here ? i promise i will give you a solid for at least four days man ! ❞

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- Muse based Dash Game do not reblog. copy & paste!

Filled out for: Fiorito

Favorite color(s): Red, gold, pink

What they’re wearing:

Where are they at currently?: Uhh... spoilers for the recent Night Pareidola event in Granblue Fantasy, but she is currently in shambles because she kind of watched her own sibling die right before her very eyes, so yeah, not so great.

Song stuck in their head: Kimi to Boku no Mirai, because Lodi kept singing it.

Last song they listened to: Canonically speaking, Lodi's rendition of Kimi to Boku no Mirai.

3 favorite foods: Since it's pretty much canon Fiorito likes greasy foods and sweets, I headcanon her top 3 foods would be fried chicken, tofu pudding, and BLT sandwiches.

Dream Trip: Probably somewhere that has a botanical garden, to be honest.

Anything your muse wants right now: Get revenge on Nereus for what she did to Morilynn, cause after that cliffhanger... hoo boy, is she upset.

Favorite personal headcanons: I feel like Fiorito would find physically fit individuals attractive regardless of gender, but thanks to her Auditor duties and her fixation on revenge, love has pretty much been the last thing on her mind for a very long while. She has, however, instinctively checked out the odd, occasional person every now and then... but currently, if she had to say who she can see herself dating, that would have to be the Captain (Djeeta/Gran) or Ragazzo.

Favorite quote of the hour: 'We may be looking up at the same stars, but we are all reminded of something different.' - The Prince and the Helmsman, a fictional book she carries around with her

Tagged by: @ofliminalities

Tagging: @captastrophe, @aaternum, @sukareo ( souma ) and i guess anyone else who is still following this blog!

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    Dumbfounded blinks were quick to roll off his eyelids once Yuko expressed bafflement over the terminology he used. God, was she truly being serious right now or had she been living underneath a rock her whole life?

    "Eh?! You mean ta tell me you don't know what WIRE even is when everyone and their mother pretty much uses it these days?!" came his incredulous query. Granted, Kobato himself could relate to being slightly out of the loop as he was comatose for five years of his life, but even then, he didn't think he was that technologically inept. "No way... how do ya even regularly keep in touch with folks if you don't have one?" Sure enough, he proceeds to shake his head in utter disbelief, for it didn't occur to him someone could actually not have WIRE installed on their phone.

    "Are you what they call a street person or somethin', Yu-chan? But no, I meant WIRE as in the chatting app." Not long after he tells her this, Kobato proceeds to open up the app to show her exactly what he was talking about, complete with the familiar green backdrop he was used to and the homepage it automatically redirects a person to when they already happened to be logged in on their account. "It's where I keep all my precious contacts... and the one place I would usually ask out chicks when I'm not surfing Gossiper to keep up with the latest trends or news."

"I---You know what, sure. Whatever floats your boat." It seemed like his skull was thicker than any meteor out in space, so why bother trying to convince him otherwise? It's not as if she'd budge on her stance with wannabe cassanova here. It's almost as if he only knew how to spew generic romantic gestures and not much else. Apart of her felt sorry for Kobato.

The amount of second hand embarrassment she was feeling was immeasurable, and she hoped no one was in ear shot of this entire conversation, or she might as well disappear into the mountains for eternity over this. The demon could not believe another human being could exist like this, but here she was. Having the unfortunate pleasure of being wound up in whatever this was. "Kobato you have got to slow down and watch how you speak to women--" Yuko shakes her head at this. She clearly wasn't too deep into her cups for this. But, she will give him something for that smile, it was a bit cute.

"A...WIRE? Account? What's that?" Genuine confusion as she eyes the phone. She at least knows what that is, but can't fathom what the correlation between a phone a WIRE is. " She tilts her head to the left. To the right, an ear twitch here and there. "You mean like a metal wire? A fence? Those are everywhere..." Her answer is unsteady, unable to follow.

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walking into an empty room and going HIIII

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    Upon hearing Yuko's subsequent reasoning, he'll soon nod while dropping his hand back down along his side... though, whether or not Kobato actually understood was another matter entirely. "Ooh, I getcha! In other words, you're the sorta girl who not only needs a slower burn, but someone I hafta slowly win over in order for you to fall completely head over heels for me, right~?" came his eventual, undeterred response. Considering he didn't sound the least bit discouraged, however, Yuko's words may have done the opposite in getting him to stop being a hopeless romantic.

    "Say no more, my sweet honey bunny! Since patience is king, I'll keep gunning for your heart until I finally manage to score a date with you," Kobato then flashes her a wide, toothy grin... making it rather apparent that if Yuko did not set forth any boundaries, he'll continue pestering her for as long as they both lived. "And hey, if we ever do end up in second base, that would be pretty swell too! For now, though, I'll get to know ya both inside and out," he adds with a wink, only to pause upon soon realizing something... and that something, of course, happened to be the fact he doesn't yet have her WIRE information.

    "Oh, yeah, that reminds me, Yu-chan! Do you have a WIRE account?" Sure enough, Kobato proceeds to pull out his phone. Truly, if he was aware his nickname for her made her uncomfortable, then it certainly didn't show. "'Cause I wanna add ya!"

"Yu-chan...?" She mumbled in disbelief. Already with pet names? He either is truly smitten or has the biggest exercise balls the world has ever seen--to even address her so fondly in a public setting should be some sort of death sentence. She was a bit oblivious to romance, but that's not say a barrage of any attempts would affect her, but she quickly grew a sort of resistance to it. "Ko-chan-- er. Kobato-san. Are you hearing yourself? Or me?" Yuko would wave a hand in front of him, to gauge some sort of focus from him.

It didn't take long for her to face palm, rub her temples. All of that. A rather obvious groan resounds from the demon, wishing she had just stayed put in her room today. "I admire your spirit, I really, really do. But you can't just...expect to hit on the first person who's breathing within a 3 mile radius of you, to fall for you. These things...er.." She's gesturing with her hands now, they of course make no sense, and with barely any credibility in the romance department, she tries to impart some wisdom.

"...Take time. You gotta get to know the person, see what they like, what they hate. What they do...then maybe you get luck and go to uh..." She furrows her brows and scrunches her nose a little, almost as if the next bit would be painful to say. "Go to second base, as the kids say." Yeah, that'll totally get through him, for sure. It's a miracle he hasn't been launched into next week yet, but it's not as if she could cause a scene at the moment. Perhaps talking away the problem would work, perhaps.

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    "What?!" Rana's quick to utter, seemingly scandalized beyond belief he would even suggest such a thing. "Can't you at least lie and say I'm cute like a normal person? Seriously, Souma-kun, you have got to learn how to properly compliment girls; otherwise, they might all come to hate you one day," she then huffs while shaking her head. Now, was she simply exaggerating? Yes. Despite saying all that, however, Rana wasn't truly insulted, for when it came down to it, even she happened to realize the gnome costume looked rather ridiculous on her. Still, since it couldn't be helped she was saddled with it, she figures she'll have to get used to it as much as she could before the play actually commenced.

    Souma's next question, though, soon has her lips pursing into a thin line. "Gee, you really think so?" came her query, for while the thought had occurred to her too, this was the first time she had someone actually voice that opinion aloud, to the point where she essentially had been gas-lit into thinking this wasn't such a big deal by her classmates earlier. "W-Well... it's not like I can complain much when we've gotten three transfer students this year! I mean, knowing Tanaka-sensei, he probably doesn't wanna rock the boat by constantly giving me the lead role," she attempts to reason.

    Still, Rana would be lying if she said she wasn't starting to question the drama teacher's decision of giving everyone else more lines than her... yet either way, before Souma could finish voicing aloud his train of thought, they were soon interrupted by Bugsby's adorable, attention seeking behaviour, a sight that soon makes her expression crinkle as a giddy grin subsequently sprouts along her lips.

    "Aww, look at how cute he is!" she coos, clasping both hands across her cheeks. "Who's a good little boy, huh? You are!" Of course, it's only once Souma proceeds to address her a second time, does Rana finally cease with a visible grimace plummeting over her countenance. "Ah, about that..." A nervous laugh then empties it's way past her throat. "To tell you the truth, I really can't say I'm terribly keen on having so few lines, but I also don't wanna make it sound like I'm ungrateful I even got a role, you know? A-After all, what if people think I'm being an entitled brat for suddenly requesting more lines?"

❛ well? how do i look? ❜ [ from rana to souma! maybe she's showing him her costume for a school play or something, but instead of like a normal princess get up, she is wearing this ]

    “  You look like you’re ready to make butter, “ he snorts, fiddling with the script in his hands. It wasn’t for him— it’s for @causalitylinked. He’s been helping her out for some time for the play she was assigned to do. Souma skimmed through it at least five times as if that’ll help him remember the bare minimal lines that Rana had. Huh. Why was it such a small amount? He doesn’t understand; Rana’s good at acting, hell, Bugsby thinks so too! “ Is this really a grade? For you? When it’s like… only five words that you have to say,” he glanced down at the paper, Rana’s parts highlighted in yellow. Is she this nervous? It’s not even a thirty minute play! 

“ I think that teacher has no idea what they’re doing, “ the project should be equally divided among all participants. He can understand why she would feel nervous ( even if she didn’t seem like it? ), but, the more he keeps staring at the paper makes him realize that there’s other people that had a good five chunks more lines than Rana. Unfair.

“ Hey, Rana? “ He has to know. Silly, yeah, he just can’t hold back the curiosity that was in his mind. “ Did you want more lines or… are you fine with the bare minimum of them? I mean, I know it’s just a short play, you’re really good at what you do—” She’s damn good at it, too.  A faint gargle meow caught his attention, mismatched hues looked down to see Bugsby trotting his way inside of the living room, brushing by his ankle. So distracting. He just lost his train of thought— damn it. “ Bugsby, you made me forget what I was going to say to Rana!” He groaned, setting the paper off on the coffee table in exchange of hoisting this plump familiar off the floor. Bugsby’s already burrowing his face right into Souma’s chest, purring loudly, such a spoiled little guy.

“ — as I was saying before this little freak caught me off guard, “ he adjusted himself in the chair, hand securing around Bugsby to keep him seated on his lap.  “ You sure you don’t wanna’ ask your teacher for more lines?”

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    At his insistence, Ryuto's quick to arch a brow, but proceeds to pause in withdrawing his phone from his pocket with a shrug, for while he doesn't understand why the other boy wouldn't seize the chance of getting more money, it also wasn't his problem if his stubbornness or pride ends up biting him in the butt later.

    "...Very well then. However, on the off chance you become destitute from spending an exorbitant sum of money on frivolous things such as fictional women you may or may not have a parasocial relationship with, I will not be liable for any buyer's remorse you will quite likely face," he states. Granted, Ryuto has no way of actually knowing what spending habits the boy has, but he could at the very least conclude he wasn't exactly popular with the opposite sex; therefore, it wouldn't surprise him if he played games that were considered 'waifu bait' due to the fact he couldn't score a real girlfriend to save his own life.

    Either way, it doesn't take long for his expression to soon grow blank and deadpan the moment the boy not only brought up terminology relating to 'gamers', but asked about whether or not he played MMORPGS.

    "First, you have the audacity to call Pokébuddies childish and now, you hope to enlist my help with your gaming shenanigans? Your lack of common sense and social ineptitude at this point is tremendously astounding," Ryuto wastes no time pointing out. Granted, he may not exactly be neurotypical himself, but still, he was at least proficient enough with masking, to the point where he could convince others he was pleasantly amiable if he wanted to. "Furthermore, do I look to be the sort of basement dweller to waste my time playing MMORPGS, when I could better stimulate my brain by playing shogi instead?" came his next incredulous query.

    Truth be told, Ryuto never had much interest when it came to games that weren't for, quote on quote, 'smart people', because well... to put it frankly, he was a member of the intellectual elite, meaning he spent most of his time studying or investing in hobbies his parents would approve of and would somehow turn him into a more well rounded person, whether that be through debate, reading, or shogi. Then again, the boy did help him find a manga... not to mention he also wasn't completely apathetic to other peoples' plight either, so sooner rather than later, he'll find himself heaving out a sigh.

    "But I suppose I could give it a try; after all, there's nothing I can't do if I put my mind to it... and compared to everyone else I had the displeasure of encountering, you're at least not completely useless," Ryuto finally concedes before pulling out his phone, because at the end of the day, he supposes it's imperative they each have other's WIRE or contact information. "...What is the name of the MMORPG you're currently playing? I'll make an account for it once I get back home and have proper access to my PC."

      This guy had a mouth on him, huh? Nagi didn’t miss the words that he said— instead he pretty much is giving him an unreadable, bland look. Was this kid just snooty or a dick, hard to pick which one it was. “ You’re a dick, huh, “ that slips out too fast, he doesn’t really care if it’s being deemed as mean. He usually wasted no time calling things as he sees fit. Really, if anything, he could’ve just ignored him the entire time but— he’s trying to be a tad more approachable ever since he met Reo, his only friend. Doesn’t mean he’s going to seek out friendships with strangers. Especially not this dickhead.

              “ Pokebuddies sounds childish anyway — “ he waved him off with his free hand. No, Nagi Seishiro didn’t give a shit about the franchise, he didn’t even bother to look at it when in his younger adolescent days. He couldn’t because his parents had a ‘ restricted internet time ‘ with him. That’s when he started to realize how boring his damn folks were. “ Convince me enough that it is worth my time, then, I’ll reconsider it.” 

Ashamed to be in the same generation as him? What the fuck did that even mean? Nagi’s convinced  that his guy poses himself to be way more mature than what he should be. They’re the same age, they have to be, unless he’s proclaimed a genius that skipped a few grades. Good for him, he thinks, keeping hold onto the book in his hand. Waiting for it to get taken out of his grasp. Bingo. Nagi noticed the change in his gaze, akin to a child seeing a damn toy that they wanted their whole life. Childish.

“ I don’t want your money, it’s fine,” he would rather take Reo’s money ( out of friendship ) than some strangers. 50,000 yen sounds… tempting. That can get him enough pulls to get whatever the hell he wants. Man, he’d have to take care of all his living expenses first before splurging on a shitty gacha game. “ … though I think you’d be a good asset on a few raids for me. If you’re good at them, I don’t want scrubs in my static,” he was hinting that he played games, mostly shooting ones, but he’s been spending some time on Final Fantasy XIV whenever he has down time ( he has plenty of time for that game when soccer isn’t his priority. )

          “ Do you play games? MMORPGs? “ Look, he’s trying to be sociable. Reo will definitely give him a pat on the head later when he tells him he kinda made a ‘ friend. ‘

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    Of course, while he was certainly open to suggestions, Akira would obviously draw the line at Ryu potentially wanting him to make something as time consuming as, for instance... smoked and cured salmon, especially considering he didn't yet have a smoker, but thankfully, she confirmed her normalcy by instead telling him she wanted nikujaga for dinner. To that end, he'll soon mull it over with a gloved hand clasped against his tilting head while his brows subsequently dipped a bit lower beneath his dark, wispy fringes in a subtle display of quiet contemplation.

    "...Yeah, I could easily whip that up," Akira acknowledges at long last before eventually lowering his hand back down along his side and ambling his way over to the staircase so he could ascend it. "Since I do still have onions, carrots, potatoes, and sukiyaki beef lying around in my fridge, I could make a version without shirataki noodles using the pot Aunt Natsumi gave me last year," he finds himself musing out loud while climbing up each step. Naturally, it would be nothing all that special... just your average, run of the mill nikujaga using standard Japanese ingredients, but with Ami being rather easy to please, he doesn't doubt she'll over-exaggerate how delicious it was; after all, that girl already makes it sound like he was some excellent five star chef, even though their meals only ever consisted of simple stir frys, hamburger steak, omurice, and less complicated Japanese dishes.

    "I'll also boil some extra rice. Anything else you want in it, though, it'll have to come from your place." By the time he finally reaches his front door, Akira turns back around to face Ryu. ...In other words, if she wanted more green vegetables or some sesame seeds on the carrots, then she'll have to lend him the ingredients from her own apartment, because those were things he has yet to buy.

What a sweet, beautiful angel of a kid, her heart delighted with the thought of being so fondly regarded. “    It was high time I got recognition for being funny! Your aunt is raising her so well.   ”  She was positively tickled by the admission, even if she slipped a small joke. Something about someone else taking heed of her absence made her feel a little warm inside. But she doesn’t voice that, gently patting Akira’s shoulder before letting her arm fall back at her sides. “   I’ll be sure to let her know. Can’t go disappointing my number one fan. You being second of course.   ” Ryu grins, stepping back a moment as he fastens the lock for his motorcycle. Ami was a good kid. But she also had good people around her. She’d met Natsumi a few times, busy woman it seemed, but she was always kind. And though his general apathy could be hard to read at times; Akira's actions were enough. The dynamic made her a little reminiscent over her own brother, Akira and him differed a lot, but some of the ways he’d take care of Ami reminded her of him. She’d never go hungry at his table, that was for sure.

“   Dinner for three? I’d love that!   ” She rests her hands against her hips– choices, choices. Besides the obvious cuts of meats waiting back in her apartment, Ryu could go for just about anything. Her stomach was a permissive beast and if it was being offered, she’d never refuse! But seeing as he was giving her a choice… “   Well, I wouldn’t mind having nikujaga tonight, seeing as it’s been real cold lately and all?   ” She says tentatively, gauging his reaction to the suggestion.

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Kakuya & Akira drawing from a few months ago

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    "Yes. Surely, you're not so uncultured as to not know of it?" Ryuto is quick to utter, allowing slight impatience to seep it's way through his voice, for when it came down to it... this boy seemed rather slow on the uptake. Or maybe he was just caught off guard by his question? Either way, Ryuto willed himself to not suddenly begin tapping his foot against the floor, for perhaps he actually knew what he was talking about and just didn't expect him to like Pokébuddies.

    "Why wouldn't there be? After all, the Pokébuddies franchise has spawned several films and animated series, has it not? To that end, you would truly be quite daft to legitimately conclude manga adaptations wouldn't also be profitable," he states, and judging from how obvious he made his whole rhetoric sound, one would think he was defending an actual masterpiece instead of some famous Japanese IP meant to mainly target children. Regardless, it doesn't take long for him to shake his head in disbelief.

    "...Unbelievable. I had suspected you to have poor taste in media, but to willingly miss out on a nuanced work of genius like Pokébuddies? Truly, to say I'm ashamed of belonging in the same generation as you would be an absolute understatement at this point," Ryuto states, now all too prepared to leave him behind so he could enlist the aid of a bookstore employee... only, he ends up pausing when the boy proceeded to hand him a spin off.

    ...And surprisingly, it was one he has yet to even encounter before, causing him to give short pause as he scanned the volume cover. "No, this shall actually suffice. Thank you," Ryuto nods. Needless to say, it seemed the boy had coincidentally managed to select the right manga. "Do you have a Pay Pal by any chance? I can transfer 50,000 yen to your account in exchange for your assistance today," he then adds before proceeding to fish around for his phone he kept inside his pocket.

   No? Nagi’s lips formed a thin line, displeased but not disappointed over the fact he just offered this magazine to this stranger… What a waste of time. He doesn’t voice his complaints, instead he allows him to take the magazine off his hands. Why take it when he didn’t want it? Is this guy an anomaly? Maybe he’s just some weirdo. Nagi wonders if this dude is some NEET or a straight up weirdo. “... you were in the hospital,” he repeated to himself, thin brows furrowed before his face resumed its usual stoicism. So, he’s a sickly guy, huh? Looks about right. He’s not one to judge others, but he’s very observant on a few things. He’s classified as a genius after all— that’s what Reo said.

      He’s tempted to just leave him here— but the guy speaks once more, seemingly disappointed in not seeing what he wanted in the magazine? “  Um, well, “ this is the first time anyone had wanted a recommendation of him from all people. Usually people avoid him, or he’s doing most of the avoiding cause it’s a hassle to converse all the time. Humans are such a pain… he wished his life was more simple. “ That all depends on what genre you're into,” he answered, glancing back over at the shelves that were stacked with various books. “ Pokébuddies—?” He didn’t hide the surprise in his tone, even though it’s a modicum amount. That sounded familiar, he’s heard from a few classmates that they really enjoyed the series playing wise than reading wise.

“ Do people really read it instead of playing it? “ Was there a difference between both adaptations? It can’t be, right? He turns halfway to the other row of books that were nearby, the section where they had manga that was based off of it’s game adaptation counterparts. So many to choose from, so much time to go down the drain. “ I’ll be honest with you, I never touched anything in that series. And I don’t think I’m the right one to tell you what you’re looking for,” in many words, he doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. Or trying to do. Nagi moves over to pick up another book off the opposite shelf, from the looks of it it was Pokebuddies but…. As a spin-off?  “And I doubt this is the one you want, too.”