… ¦ Ai just fold his arm on his chest and wore his cold expression as usual. “ You’re so loud Reiji, I can hear you just fine. “ Now that was unusual for the sudden Reiji asked him to hang out alone together. “ Hm? Are you alright Reiji? “ probably Reiji is sick or something, the tealette place his hand on his forehead to feel any raise temperature. But the result is none. “ Weird you’re not sick. “
He can only blink in surprise as he feels the hand on his forehead, head tilting slightly in intrigue before he brings out his pout and puppy eyes. “How mean! I just want to hang out with you, Ai Ai!” Plus, Myu-chan and Ran Ran were both busy with other projects which left the two of them by themselves. “We never hang out by ourselves, so why not? We can have a blast – just you and I.” Though, what could they do? “Come on, let’s go do something fun! Staying here is just going to drive me in-sane.”
narrowed his brow while examining the bag carefully before taking it from his senior. it was pretty and pleasing toward the eyes. plus he made it himself, so he would consider it homemade. “alright, what’s the catch, is slime going to come out the bag and ruin my hair?” he chuckled before unwrapping the bow and opening the bag to find….
“Nonono, no slime at all!” Though, he’d have to that make a mental note for a future prank. “It’s cookies, just cookies.” His lips curve up into a wider smile, eyes lighting up as he watches him open his gift. “I hope you like them!” Though, he wouldn’t have the chance to tell him that he lied. He didn’t make them but someone else did; someone who makes cookies – infamous cookies – quite often.
“go ahead, look in my room.” he figured this would happen, so he found a new hiding spot for the maracas. “i been playing the violin for years Reiji, that’s probably why i don’t find them interesting enough..” a small smile came across his lips, this was a fun prank.
“Hmm~ if you insist!” By the smile on the other’s face, he knows that it can’t be in here. He took it and put it somewhere else, but he can’t let the violinist know that he knows that. So he makes a show of checking every nook and cranny, feigning disappointment when he comes up with what he expected – nothing.
“Guess I was wrong. It’s not in here.” There’s a pout that plays upon his face, inching over to the door. “Guess I ought to look elsewhere.”
❝✧ ─── ❝Depends on the favor~❞ and how much in trouble he would get int for doing said favor.
“It’s just information is all.” He gives a small hum, mischief clearly on his face as he decides to just get to the point. “Is Natssun in his room? I need to ask him for something. Something I need.”
❝✧ ─── It took a moment for Otoya to even stop laughing. He was glad ReiRei saw it as being funny as well. The fact he was laughing too was a sign of that. If it was anyone else well that would be a different story for another time. For example Tokiya, yeah let’s not get into that.
❝Hey, had to make do with what was available~❞ he chuckles. More like if someone wanted to make a sundae they were out of luck. ❝Definitely~❞ the red-head retrieved a small desk mirror to give to ReiRei.
Once he takes the small mirror, he’s met with disarray of dessert splattered on his face. Whip cream, chocolate and strawberry sauce, and sprinkles decorate his forehead, nose, cheeks and chin and he can’t help but laugh even more.
“Priceless,” he says with a light tone and he means it. “It’s definitely gonna be sticky later, but I like it.” He spares one last grin to his reflection before he places down the mirror, glancing back at his kouhai. “Someone can definitely make a treat out of my face. I’m half tempted to go find Ran Ran or Myu-chan and show them.” They wouldn’t care, but their expressions would be hilarious.
“Who were you trying to pull this prank on? You got me curious now, Otoyan!”
almost self-consciously does a hand shoot up to
cover her mouth and the smile that’s oh-so rare
to see on her face. she’s lost on what to say,
choosing to stay silent for the most part. but, most
likely, her body language speaks for her (as does
the blush on her cheeks.)
His smile only widens as from her shy response; her silence and her rosy cheeks were just oh so appealing. His laughter comes out light as amusement makes an appearance on his face and he speaks with humor obvious in his tone.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” The words tumble out of his mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world to say that. “A smile suits you sooo well, you know?”
“Heh? Oh! Sorry, Rei-chan!” Otoya, however, blinked as he stared at his senior, tilting his head to the side in questioning. “How long were you there?” He was spacing out and been thinking of quite a lot of stuff, not even realizing that someone was even talking to him. He should really pay more attention.
“How long have I been here? Hmm…” He trails off dramatically and he actually pauses for a second, breaking from his coy little act with a grin – a wide one. “Not very long actually! The look on your face was pretty funny.” He actually contemplated pulling a prank because he was actually slightly worried about him. “So you’re okay? Yes? No?”
The laughter made a slight twitch of his eye take place. He was so glad his words could be taken as a joke. At seeing the plate of food go down, it was all gone and over with. For now. For now, there was food to eat.
He looked down at the shoes again and then to the plate of chicken before picking up the chopsticks provided. Once Reiji had decided to sit, he scooted away ever so much. What was this sharing being mentioned? He didn’t even get his own plate after that?
“You don’t got an extra plate?” Well whatever, he was gonna just make his own then. Out of the table. So over went the chopsticks as he started picking a few pieces off the plate and laying them on the table. Now he could eat in some kind of peace. Sort of.
A piece of the food was taken to his mouth. Good as always, he couldn’t complain one bit.
“They look like old man shoes.”
He would much rather use the table than share a plate with him? He should be offended, but it’s just so Ran Ran that it amuses him. An awkward laugh leaves his lips as he can only watch in awe, fingers brushing along the plate.
“Geez, you’re going to make a mess. Plus, you didn’t actually think I was going to make you use the table to eat, did you?” He lifts his plate and – ta da! – there’s another plate underneath.
“Heh, aren’t you impressed? Man, I’m good. Put your food on here.” He places the plate down but next to the empty one, handing it over to him. “Of course, you have to clean up the spot when you’re done! Heheh.” It’s the least he can do anyway.
One of his brunet eyebrows twitch from the remark about his shoes, reaching to grab his chopsticks to split the piece of chicken into a smaller piece. “Ran Ran, you’re so mean.” His tone is coy and playful, pretending to be offended with the pout on his face. “They’re not old man shoes! They’re cool – like me!”
