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Of course it was only natural to use honorifics when you were takling to your senpai. And Arakita definitely got the feel from the younger that he was the type to go all out and be as polite as pie. At least, those were the vibes he got from the young ace during his last and only interhigh. Hah - how bittersweet to think of it that way. It left a bad taste in his mouth for a moment, giving a nod to the thanks, at least.

At least he could do that much.

His first response to the question was a small “not really” before his gaze dropped to where he spotted that familiar teal. Maybe it was the same bike - upgrades and all? That was hopeful and wishful, but fine. Dark hues narrowed as he stepped across the small shop, picking out the bike and running his fingers along the frame, spotting the seat with the fiz’ik label. This had to be his bike. Fate just wanted him to buy back what he lost, huh? Fat chance.

“Hey, look over here!” And his tone was brighter, more cheerful now. “I think this is my bike. Maybe yours is here, too?”

tour de fuck you;

While still away from school, he found it necessary to use his honorifics when addressing people, he felt it was only right, only natural to who he was. He’d been taken right out of the Inter High and Arakita felt different, more mature oddly enough. He wondered why that was.

He ducked into the shop after offering Arakita his thanks, unable to keep a small grin off his face. This was where he belonged, in the world of bicycles and racing, speed and precision, victory and excitement. The store wasn’t enormous, but neither was the Kanzaki Bike Shop where he’d gotten his first bicycle as a kid. That place had just what he needed, it made him fall in love and never look back from the feel of the wind in his hair and the ache in his muscles as he rode. It was electrifying.

He admired the framework on the bikes, looking for familiarity and comfort, as opposed to a new thing, an exciting thing.

“Find anything you like?”

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Arakita didn’t really care about formalities here. He was old enough to take care of himself and even though he’d been yanked right from his college classes and biking and had fallen back to kouhai status - well. It didn’t matter. None of it really mattered. It wasn’t like he was the most polite person in the world, either, with his brash tongue and all the bite that had recently been reserved for people that especially pissed him off.

Honestly, his life had been pretty peaceful here. Not in a bad way, though. But also not in a good way, because he didn’t have his bike. His bike was probably the number one important thing to him and it left him extremely salty and bitter when he didn’t have it, especially considering that it was a gift and not something he’d gotten outright on his own. Something that meant a lot and held a lot of sentiment. It made his expression fall while thinking about it, shifting his footing with a frown before nodding to the other boy. Yanno, it’d only took him so long to register what he said.

“Hah, right?” he replied, languid smile coming to his lips.

He took the moment to push open the door and step inside, keeping his arm outstretched to hold it for the younger. Dark hues glanced over the inside, looking for that familiar Bianchi teal.

tour de fuck you;

He was relieved to hear that he hadn’t kept Arakita waiting. He preferred being punctual, coming in first where ever he went. Again, it was quieter if he went early, if he beat the crowds and kept to his own devices and thoughts without having to deal with the hassle of attempting to block out noises dirtying up his ears.

The thought of getting to ride a bike after going almost two month without honestly excited him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone this long without riding. Had he ever? Surely the only time he went without was before he had a bike of his very own to carry him through his life. His bike not being here made him feel empty, like when you go away for a long time and know you have someone important waiting for you when you get back. It would be a long awaited reunion to feel the wind in his face and the blood hot in his veins as he forced himself to ride until he dropped.

When Arakita reached a hand up to wave, he responded with a wave of his own and a small polite nod of the head, acknowledging him. He really didn’t know Arakita that well, outside of the race he’d had with him in the inter high. He knew Arakita was his senpai as well, he needed to respect him.

“Ah, I wont worry then, thanks”.

He walked up behind Arakita, taking a moment to look at the shop’s outside. It was a fairly normal looking shop, yes, but looking at it felt out of place, like going to a familiar grocery store on another side of town where all the aisles are backward and nothing is where it should be.

“Yeah, let’s go. It’ll be a sight for sore eyes seeing a bike that isn’t someone elses.”

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nigrahaya

Arakita sighed out. He’d turned 18 not long ago and here he was being dared by some of his underclassman (would you consider them that, if they were from another school? he didn’t really know) to go into a porn shop. To buy something. Anything. However, fact of the matter was, he didn’t really know what to buy.

But here he was, staring at the door for what felt like days before deciding to finally go inside, listening to the small bell ding as he walked in. Nervous was the only thing that could describe him well enough, at this point.

He glanced around momentarily, feeling the heat slowly creep into his cheeks before stepping further in.

“Uh.. well..”

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Arakita didn’t mean to stare so long or so hard, and he definitely didn’t mean for the male he was staring at to be uncomfortable. He definitely ended up noticing the shakiness in his knees a bit, expression faltering because crap. He really did it this time. 

Way to be a jerk, Arakita.

Normally he wouldn’t have cared about being so brash, but in a city without some of the people you interacted with regularly, it was definitely the advantage to be kind. Or - more kind than normal. So here he was clearing his throat and shaking his head, hands up like a peace offering.

“N - no!” Fuck, don’t stutter now! “I just uh. You .. look cool and I really like animals.. Not that I’m calling you one but.. er, yeah.”

❂ → Yarne’s excellent eyesight allowed for him to notice in his peripheral vision the stranger lurking on the bench, staring directly at him. Perhaps the man would deduce that he did in fact have ears and fur and stuff and then turn his attention somewhere else. This time never came however. Over a minute passed and he was still receiving a cold stare.

Once he heard the other clear his throat, the taguel snapped into action and turned towards the young man, his knees a bit shakey. Even though this guy was just a human, unarmed even, he was still very intimidating in Yarne’s (likely bias) opinion.

“Did I, uh, do something wrong…?”  ← ❂

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Arakita was caught off guard, that much was for sure. It had him jumping and quickly turning on his heel, schedule clutched tight within his grasp. He didn’t expect anyone to notice him fumbling, causing him to raise a hand and run it through his hair.

“What? I mean - no. Maybe?”

His brows furrowed. He still wasn’t used to people being so unnaturally nice, momentarily biting his bottom lip.

“I’m uh.. just trying to find some classes, is all, so I know where to go tomorrow for them.”

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starvedbeast

Daichi observed, who appeared to be a student, seemingly lost without a purpose. Or, well, he figured that the other was either waiting for someone or that he was just lost.

“Um, excuse me, would you like some assistance? I don’t really know this school or this city all too well but I could help, if you’d like.” Daichi offers, approaching the other with a casual smile.

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doomedbunny

Arakita didn’t know what he was doing. Well, he didn’t know what was overcoming him as he lounged in the city, seeing something - someone? that peaked his interest. He always was fascinated in animals, though cats were his personal favourite. However, rabbits had managed to make their way up in his list, considering a certain idiot on his team.

Which is maybe why seeing this person - animal? whatever they were had him distracted.

Really distracted. 

He cleared his throat, staring them down from the bench he was currently sitting on, not saying anything and not moving. He was clearly interested and probably a little intimidating in his stare, but that didn’t stop him. Oops.

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littnerbug

Arakita sighed. Being out in public today was his last plan, really. He kind of just wanted to be inside being lazy, but it was a little hard when he didn’t have a computer to watch or a mystery novel to read. Maybe he needed to go book shopping?

He breathed out through his nose, eyes scoping the area for something to do - somewhere to go.

Instead they landed on a girl near him, causing him to clear his throat and blush bright. Should someone so well endowed really be wearing such little clothing?

He swallowed as he slipped off his hoodie, hesitantly walking up to her to hold out his jacket as he looked away.

“Aren’t you - uh.. a little cold? It’s only spring, you should probably put this on before you catch a cold..”

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troublemadxdog

Arakita stared him down. Something - something about him was off as he looked at him, arms crossing. However, he definitely wasn’t complaining about his hair. That was pretty cool. Kinda reminded him of someone he knew that was important to him.

Maybe this guy was just as strong and could be someone to respect.

He raised a hand, absently biting on his thumb nail before tilting his head.

“Nice hair. The blonde is cool.”

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hilariousantiquity

Arakita just wanted ice cream. It was warm and his t-shirt was sticking to him, but he was busy stuck in a line. Or as close to a line as you could get. A line with one short kid in front of him, taking way too long to decide.

The AC wasn’t doing anything to cool him down and he just wanted something sweet. Maybe bananas and chocolate. That’d be good, right? After all, he hadn’t seen that sprinter for awhile. What a bitter taste it left in his mouth.

He breathed out harsh through his nose, hands shoving in his pockets.

“Oi! Will you hurry up already?”

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crescendoofsilence

Arakita heard music. Somewhere. Was it in the shopping district? He didn’t know what it was, but it had him drawn towards it. A coffee shop - something simple - but someone playing inside?

He blinked slowly. Normally music didn’t have this much of an affect on him, but he stepped inside, ordered a drink, and sat down to listen to it as he curiously watched the girl it was coming from. This was normal, right..?

He breathed out over his mug, quietly appreciating it for the moment.

“This is pretty good. Huh..”

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tamayxrihime

Arakita was mulling about quietly, trying to mind his own business - for the most part. He was focused, walking through the green sector where it was peaceful. It was nice to have a break for a moment, focusing on the sounds around him.

And that’s when he heard it - a noise like a cat.

He blinked slowly, stopping in his tracks to glance around and down. A cat? 

Not a cat.

His brows raised to the girl making the noise, head tilting.

“N - nyahh?”

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Arakita didn’t mind waiting. Despite what everyone thought, he was surprisingly a patient person. Maybe his anxieties were running a little higher that day because it wasn’t every day that he invited someone out that he didn’t know much. It would have been different if he was spending time with members of his own team outside of practice, especially considering they all lived in dorms - but here he was reaching out to the guy who was similar yet so, so different. He still had respect for him, though, to a degree - they were both ace assistants and strong - that he couldn’t deny.

He honestly wasn’t kept waiting that long, perking up automatically at the sight of the other. A friendlier smile came across his lips (or as friendly as it really could be), pulling a hand out of his pocket in a small wave.

“Yo.”

The teen shifted, pushing himself away from the wall as he jerked a finger towards the shop behind him as if asking if he was ready to go inside. Riding a bike was on the forefront of his mind. Even if they couldn’t buy it, being able to test ride it was definitely a plus. It’d give him some momentary sense of freedom before he had to return it and go without. He exhaled slowly, turning away from the other to set his hand on the door handle, head tilting back at the younger.

“Oh - yeah, I didn’t wait that long. Don’t worry too much about it, alright?”

Cue a shrug.

“You wanna go in?”

tour de fuck you;

It was warming up, it was finally at the point in spring with no chance of sudden snowfall, and it was before the air was sweltering. The perfect season, the perfect day for a bike ride, training or leisure, it was still perfect.

You know, for someone who had a bike anyway.

His hands were jammed in the pockets of his sky blue hoodie with the rabbit ears on the hood. How they were able to get something Usagi brand here was truly amazing to him. Then again, he supposed, it was amazing anything and any of them were here, so maybe it wasn’t so surprising after all.

He’d never even considered test riding a bike, a major oversight on his part, especially when considering that he always seemed to have a tactical advantage over everyone. It was a glaringly obvious, embarrassingly so, oversight on his part. So much so he almost regretted agreeing to meet up with Arakita in the first place. However, he couldn’t let his own feelings get in the way of, or overshadow, his urge to ride a bike. He hadn’t gotten to ride one in over a month outside of stationary bikes at the gym, but those really weren’t the same as riding a real bike, they never would be.

Arakita was forceful and stubborn, but that really seemed to play to his advantage, didn’t it? Especially in this situation. He wasn’t sure who had been messaging him at first, as Arakita had no way to, but found out soon enough who was calling him out to his bike shop. In fact, he was glad he was told where to go, as he’d never even seen this shop before. This city really did have everything, didn’t it?

He knew he was arriving a little early, but maybe that was just a little more time to look at the bikes before his companion arrived and he could finally enjoy them. He’d have to hold back, sure, but ah—. It seems he wasn’t the first one there after all.

Quiet footsteps in brown leather shoes brought him to Arakita’s side in front of the bike shop.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long, I tried to arrive early.”

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Arakita doesn’t really register it at first. In reality, he’s just trying to mind his own business. He’s dressed casual, comfortable, the medical mask pulled over the lower half of his face in place to definitely deter people. The only thing he really wanted to do was shop in peace and buy a few new things (there was a jacket he’d really been eyeing that he wanted). 

And that’s what he was prepping to do now, stepping out of a coffee shop with a drink in his hand as someone with a bag came running towards him. His eye caught the person screaming only momentarily, unable to absorb it for the split second as he reacted on instinct, dropping his coffee and raising his fist to the guy who had grabbed the bag. The hit landed (almost) squarely in his face which caused the stranger to scramble away. Arakita snatched the bag with a sharp bark, dissolving into a growl.

His gaze turned sharp to the person who had lost it, shoving it at their chest with a brief - “Be more careful, will ya?” - before mourning his dropped coffee.

Then it dawned on him who that was. No way could he mistake that headband, turning back from the coffee shop door. A finger hooked in the edge of his mask to pull it down, fixing the climber with a stare, this time.

“Hey, you idiot. What the hell do you think you’re doin’ wandering around without someone? What the hell are you doing here, anyways?”

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It’s no shock when Toudou walks the streets of the overcrowded shopping district, that his bag is almost filled to the brim with new items. He’s quite clearly thankful for the starter money those behind this dark city had offered–it was the very least they could do after their–well, in only a few words–balant kidnapping.

Satisfied with his purchases, the climber hums, swinging his arms with a small hop in his step.

Unfortunately for him, it’s in one last swing that someone immersed in the thick crowd makes a grab for his shopping bag, tugging it out of his hands and immediately running off, leaving the poor teen gaping.

“Ah–AH!! MY BAG!! HE STOLE MY BAG!?” Distressed, Toudou points accusingly, in his distress he catches eyes with another civilian.

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