"One normal," Aoki called from the entrance of the food shop, proceeding to sit on the barstool next to the green-haired kid. "Requesting for extra ramen, please," he added (almost as an afterthought), before sighing and stretching himself slightly.
Another day over and done with.
He seemed not to take note of the other student much, and was just dreamily eyeing the variety show on the television set.
Kubo looked around and rapped his fingers on the bar, a bit relieved that the restaurant was not packed by many people. There was a clingy couple came in hand-to-hand, a blank-ish looking boy with dark blue hair, an old man--hey, wasn't he the one who owns the bookstore downstairs? Watching people somehow has become a habit to him, and he enjoyed every minute of it. Just like his hobby to capture every interesting moment of his life.
He got back to the reality just when a bowl of udon was slammed down before him. He cringed, that chef dude had always been that way. But what can he say? The food tasted so damn-good afterall.
He looked around for pepper and chopsticks as he couldn't find any. Where could he--ah! "Excuse me. Can you pass me the pepper?" he smiled to the other. Heck, he didn't even notice that the blue-haired young man had sat just a stoll away from him. What is he? A ninja?
The programme on the TV was portraying lively people performing for the entertainment of the watchers and make their ends meet. He never had the interest in the field of mass communication, but nevertheless found it entertaining to pass his time.
"Hm?"
Aoki turned to look at the boy who had asked him of a favour-- blinked a few times-- then proceeded to pick up the tiny bottle of seasoning. Deftly placing it on the counter, he reached for the chopsticks, as well; one for his own... And one for the boy. "I assume you need this, as well?"
"Hahah, yeah, thanks," Kubo took the pepper, then the chopsticks from the other's hand.
Just as he wanted to tear the wrapping of his own chopsticks, he noticed that the chef had his thumb in the bowl as he passed it to another customer. Kubo cringed. He leaned to the other, carefully whispered, "Horrible service, but at least the food is great,"
He... was an oddball, to put it in the most polite way as possible.
Just as he cringed when he found out that the chef's thumb was possibly had stuck into his broth, he also cringed when the person beside him tucked his hair behind his ear--ah no, he's failing, but still.
"I... Ah, Is it alright for a take-away?" he asked the chef without tearing his gaze away from the young man.
The chef spared him only a grunt, yet he did what Kubo wanted.
Oh God he hoped he didn't stare too much, he knew staring was rude but this person--
Finding a few crumpled, but not soiled notes, he dug into his other pockets for spare change, clonking each coin on the table until the sufficient amount of money for both people's share was achieved. Exact change was placed on the elevated part of the counter, and the chef was pocketing the money unceremoniously (with one hand, even!). When he was finished, he just stared into his empty bowl very, very intently.
Then he realized he was being watched.
Slowly turning his head like in some sort of a drama show, Aoki looked at the boy, seeing him stare at himself intently, just like how he did towards his empty bowl of ramen. The blue-haired one returned the favor, shooting his gaze into the eyes of the bandana-headed boy. However, within seconds, he pulled back his gaze, back to the bowl.
→ You have established a new Social Link! You feel your inner strength growing...
Kubo blinked a few times. He swore he saw sparkles in the air.
...Perhaps it was just him.
Perhaps the voice only rung in the other's head (snrk).
He adjusted his bandanna with uncertainty, then nodded in attempt to be polite. This person might be weird, but hey! Free meal? That was a sign of friendship, right?
"So," he began, tightened his lips before he thanked him in a low voice, "Thanks," he said as he lifted a plastic bag of his take-away udon.
Aaaand that confirmed his suspicions. Hated it when it happens. But felt like he did not have a choice but to accept it like a gentleman that he was. "Not a sweat, boy," he said diplomatically once more, grabbing for a serviette from the tissue box. "I am feeling generous today."
He turned in his seat to fully face him at last-- Aoki's eyes absorbing every detail about this new guy. How did a social link formed itself solely based on generosity on his part that totally was not of his own doing? Whichever the case, just as he did to all of his other peers, he scrutinized the other (in a very gentlemanly way, mind you) as if he was a new product that Aoki had just purchased.
"So am I going to continue calling you boy, or are we going to exchange our names given from our parents?" Okay, damn, that was so weirdly worded.
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Another day over and done with.
He seemed not to take note of the other student much, and was just dreamily eyeing the variety show on the television set.
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He got back to the reality just when a bowl of udon was slammed down before him. He cringed, that chef dude had always been that way. But what can he say? The food tasted so damn-good afterall.
He looked around for pepper and chopsticks as he couldn't find any. Where could he--ah! "Excuse me. Can you pass me the pepper?" he smiled to the other. Heck, he didn't even notice that the blue-haired young man had sat just a stoll away from him. What is he? A ninja?
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"Hm?"
Aoki turned to look at the boy who had asked him of a favour-- blinked a few times-- then proceeded to pick up the tiny bottle of seasoning. Deftly placing it on the counter, he reached for the chopsticks, as well; one for his own... And one for the boy. "I assume you need this, as well?"
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Just as he wanted to tear the wrapping of his own chopsticks, he noticed that the chef had his thumb in the bowl as he passed it to another customer. Kubo cringed. He leaned to the other, carefully whispered, "Horrible service, but at least the food is great,"
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He... was an oddball, to put it in the most polite way as possible.
Just as he cringed when he found out that the chef's thumb was possibly had stuck into his broth, he also cringed when the person beside him tucked his hair behind his ear--ah no, he's failing, but still.
"I... Ah, Is it alright for a take-away?" he asked the chef without tearing his gaze away from the young man.
The chef spared him only a grunt, yet he did what Kubo wanted.
Oh God he hoped he didn't stare too much, he knew staring was rude but this person--
This person...
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Then he realized he was being watched.
Slowly turning his head like in some sort of a drama show, Aoki looked at the boy, seeing him stare at himself intently, just like how he did towards his empty bowl of ramen. The blue-haired one returned the favor, shooting his gaze into the eyes of the bandana-headed boy. However, within seconds, he pulled back his gaze, back to the bowl.
What was that sensation...?
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Kubo blinked a few times. He swore he saw sparkles in the air.
...Perhaps it was just him.
Perhaps the voice only rung in the other's head (snrk).
He adjusted his bandanna with uncertainty, then nodded in attempt to be polite. This person might be weird, but hey! Free meal? That was a sign of friendship, right?
"So," he began, tightened his lips before he thanked him in a low voice, "Thanks," he said as he lifted a plastic bag of his take-away udon.
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He turned in his seat to fully face him at last-- Aoki's eyes absorbing every detail about this new guy. How did a social link formed itself solely based on generosity on his part that totally was not of his own doing? Whichever the case, just as he did to all of his other peers, he scrutinized the other (in a very gentlemanly way, mind you) as if he was a new product that Aoki had just purchased.
"So am I going to continue calling you boy, or are we going to exchange our names given from our parents?" Okay, damn, that was so weirdly worded.
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ahe, ooc stuff eeeeh? I wanna join the fun soon toooooo!
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