… ¦ 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.”
“Ren Ren~!” The nickname sounds foreign even in his own voice due to it’s lack of use, but he has every intention of changing that.
“Have you eaten yet?” He places his hands together in front of his chest, eyes lighting up as he glances at her. “Would you like a bentou? I made this one myself!”
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.
“Oi, Syo-tan!” He calls the name as he comes closer, hands behind his back with his smile edging on coy.
“I know I was super rude when I came to your room and practically turned it upside down, so I’m calling a truce!” He holds out his hands in front of him and there in his grasp is a tiny bag tied closed by the cutest pink bow he could find. “Will you accept my gift? I made it myself!”
“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.”
“but i have dance practice and if i’m late i’ll get scolded. plus who wants those maracas – not even fun to play with.”
“The maracas are very fun; the thief seems to think so! If you say they’re so boring and that you don’t have them, then you wouldn’t mind if I checked your room?” And he spins on his heel dramatically with his back turned to him, hands folded behind his back as he turned his head slightly to look at him out the corner of his eye.
