((OOC: This is live from Japan, about a day before I actually leave Japan, so if I don't answer right away (which I won't)...that's why
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There really was nothing else for Kae to do but roam around looking for trouble. And, of course, he did that as often as possible. Smoke escaped his lips with ease as he let his trademark grin cross his face as random girls watched his pass.
He waved now and then, making them smile and giggle and thoroughly amusing himself in the process. What amused him even more, however, was stumbling upon Takemi sitting there and watching her manage to make sitting look like the most complicated task ever.
Seeing an opportune moment for more trouble, he flicked his cigarette away and quickly jogged over to her. "So do you make it a habit to position yourself on my route or is today just a special occasion?" he wondered, sliding into a seat across from her.
[[Dude, seriously? Best I can do right now. So...sleepy...And I deleted the last comment because I apparently can't spell "yourself".]]
She blinked, looking up quickly, a startled expression on her face. "Oh. Hello." She blushed, ducking her head. "I suppose it's a special occasion. I'd heard of these juices but never had the opportunity to have one." She pushed the plastic cup over to him. "They're good."
She looked away, swinging her legs slightly, before crossing and then uncrossing them. "You have a route?" she questioned, her grey eyes revealing her nervousness. "Do I want to know what you mean by that?"
"Hi," he smiled back. Part of him got some perverse pleasure out of making her nervous and thus he smiled wider. "A special occasion...Interesting."
He stared at the cup a moment, then took a hesitant sip. "Hm. Not bad, I suppose," he shrugged. He pushed the cup back to her. "You know. A route. A specialized direction of travel? Like subways and buses have? Must I spell it out?"
She shrugged. "I meant if it was some sort of errand route or just a favorite street to walk on," she murmured, staring down at her book and reaching a hand out to take the juice. "Sorry."
She didn't look up at him, her hair shadowing her expression.
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He waved now and then, making them smile and giggle and thoroughly amusing himself in the process. What amused him even more, however, was stumbling upon Takemi sitting there and watching her manage to make sitting look like the most complicated task ever.
Seeing an opportune moment for more trouble, he flicked his cigarette away and quickly jogged over to her. "So do you make it a habit to position yourself on my route or is today just a special occasion?" he wondered, sliding into a seat across from her.
[[Dude, seriously? Best I can do right now. So...sleepy...And I deleted the last comment because I apparently can't spell "yourself".]]
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She blinked, looking up quickly, a startled expression on her face. "Oh. Hello." She blushed, ducking her head. "I suppose it's a special occasion. I'd heard of these juices but never had the opportunity to have one." She pushed the plastic cup over to him. "They're good."
She looked away, swinging her legs slightly, before crossing and then uncrossing them. "You have a route?" she questioned, her grey eyes revealing her nervousness. "Do I want to know what you mean by that?"
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He stared at the cup a moment, then took a hesitant sip. "Hm. Not bad, I suppose," he shrugged. He pushed the cup back to her. "You know. A route. A specialized direction of travel? Like subways and buses have? Must I spell it out?"
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She didn't look up at him, her hair shadowing her expression.
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