And there goes the sea of red hair and red eyes that he was looking for. With a grin of mischief growing on his face, he sneaks up behind him before throwing an arm around his shoulders.
“Yo!” Comes his cheery voice in his ear, bright eyes glancing over at the kouhai’s face. “Are you surprised? Did I scare you, Ot-o-yan~?” Here’s to hoping.
❝✧ ─── 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!”
He paused in the middle of a note, turning his attention to the idol behind him now. If Satoshi remembered right, he was Reiji Kotobuki from Shining Agency. For a moment, the composer wondered what he was doing here, but then remembered he was in a public space; it wasn’t unheard of for Reiji to be here.
“Can you even read them?” came out of Satoshi’s mouth before he could think. He was just so used to random people asking to see his work, only to get confused as to what he’d written. “Ah, sorry. Right. Sure.” He offered the pages to the idol; it was just some basic work, nothing secret or anything.
Whoa, that’s a surprise; he actually got them. He was expecting this seemingly serious guy to say ‘no’ or ‘go away’, but he’s actually letting him see them.
Sweet.
His lips curve into a wider smile as he moves to take the papers, making sure to be extra careful with his grip; the last thing he wants to do is to add a winkle or something to get on his bad side.
Laughter comes from him in response to the question, giving a quick nod. “’Course I can.” What kind of idol would he be if he couldn’t read them? All his practice and training would all be for naught if that was the case. Grey eyes lock upon the notes that danced along the sheet, humming to himself what the melody should be in accordance to the notes.
“Hey, this is really good!” The words bound from his mouth once he finishes, handing the sheets over. “How long did it take you to make this?”
And who was this person? A new face, and also annoying right off the bat. Just her luck.
“I’m fine.” She hissed. She hated when people mentioned her scars or even referenced them. This guy was the first so far, but she was definitely not appreciating it, and she showed it by shooting a glare right in his direction.
Catty, wasn’t she? He didn’t mean any harm, but she’s already glaring daggers at him. How will he be able to smooth out this situation without earning more wounds to this conversation?
He holds up his hands with a somewhat awkward smile playing upon his lips, discomforted chuckles bubbling from his throat. “Th-that’s good.” It’s the first thing that comes to mind, trying to dumbly think of something else to say. “What’s your name?”
Syo sucked his teeth, watching Reiji in a fit of laughter at his explantion of the question he was asked.
“it means being tough! and i got that whole thing down. being a man! Reiji get off my back before i hit you!” he wouldn’t really hurt Reiji, he just needed something to scare him off. Syo was manly enough he hope.
“That’s all it is? Being tough?” There’s feigned curiosity and confusion laced in his words, feeling more amusement than anything from just how irritated the violinist was just from a simple and seemingly innocent question. Oh, Syo-tan was a fun one.
Hit him? He can hardly take those words seriously and he chuckles, raising his hands up in a ‘surrender’ position. “I give, I give! Syo-tan, don’t hit me. It’s not very nice to hit a senpai, you know?” His words are playful, but there’s an underlying bitterness at the very tip that he won’t ever acknowledge.
