[ but you don't just get presents from people you like and not give them one back... he decides Riku is just being modest and that he'll have to subtly slip something delicious into his mailbox when he's not looking in order to avoid protest.
muehuehuehue.
pillowing his cheek against the cookie adoringly... its going to get smushed ]
Well, if you don't want a gift back, then I'll just have to thank you by saying I'll treasure it forever! Or... until I can't resist eating it anymore, at least. Who knows what'll happen—but it's inevitable. [ at least hes honest ] It's really thoughtful of you, Riku-chan!
Good! My time is improving! I don't really know how, because I'm not really trying all that hard... [ sort of a lie. he's still resting his face against the cookie, slurping on his smoothie in between sentences. ] Sora-chan is improving, too. Soon he's gonna be faster than you...! I guess that means you have to come practice.
Who cares why! You should come because it's fun, and we're your friends. And because you know he's gonna tease you if he gets better, and you won't have anything to say in your defense.
[ slurp... eyeing him critically. maybe the competition thing only works one way. sora was so easy to manipulate :\ it's definitely different from haru and rin... ]
Of course you're allowed to! It's not technically a school-sanctioned club, anyways. After all, Haru-chan is eighteen now, and he's still on the team.
[ well haru kind of IS the team and it would be unreal to say he's not allowed for a multitude of reasons, but still. if it applies to him why not everyone. ]
riku scratches his cheek, a bit lost, before he remembers himself, pouring the smoothie and giving it over to a customer. part of him is self-conscious, too. sora was scarred to hell, but most of them had healed and were faded, from what he could tell. riku's had healed, but wrong, with jagged scars all over his skin. that kind of thing was unsightly, wasn't it? ]
Nagisa, don't get on the counter. [ why is this so important to him? to riku, it's strange. anyone besides his close friends wanting him to do something is out of the blue. with some difficulty; ]
Look, I'll... talk to my Master about it, okay? If swimming gets in the way of training, I can't do it.
[ he's still leaning, but he slowly, slowly, begins to retract back onto his chair. you can almost hear the ominous creaking as he does, plopping down. if swimming gets in the way, you can't sounds familiar, and he frowns. but doesn't say a word about it. ]
[ riku frowns, as he starts to wipe the counter down. ]
I've got a job to do back home, so I need to learn how to do it right, or... [ ... a lot of bad things can happen. his voice trails off, before he shakes his head firmly and looks at nagisa again. ] Or else. So that comes first.
[ acting casual as he sips on his smoothie, shifting to sit cross-legged in his seat. he's still small enough to manage it without knocking himself over. ]
Just as long as you're not super serious about responsibility all the time. That's a quick way to go completely crazy! [ he would know, amazingly enough. ] So when you do let your hair down, it better be at the pool with us.
[ that's as close as riku's gotten to actually spilling the beans to anyone not from his world. he shifts in place, looking down at the counter as he continues cleaning. ]
Okay! I'm holding you to that! I'll hunt your teacher down if he says no!
[ even though it sounds like something way out of his league. his rpg mom may be training him to become a final fantasy protagonist but he's still level 1. :\ ]
Sora-chan isn't taking the same, umm... class, as you?
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(/DOUBT)
[ but you don't just get presents from people you like and not give them one back... he decides Riku is just being modest and that he'll have to subtly slip something delicious into his mailbox when he's not looking in order to avoid protest.
muehuehuehue.
pillowing his cheek against the cookie adoringly... its going to get smushed ]
Well, if you don't want a gift back, then I'll just have to thank you by saying I'll treasure it forever! Or... until I can't resist eating it anymore, at least. Who knows what'll happen—but it's inevitable. [ at least hes honest ] It's really thoughtful of you, Riku-chan!
(/DOUBTS U)
[ isn't everyone giving cookies...? ]
You're so easy to please. How's swimming been?
(/DESPAIR .. was that a command i forget, it is now)
Good! My time is improving! I don't really know how, because I'm not really trying all that hard... [ sort of a lie. he's still resting his face against the cookie, slurping on his smoothie in between sentences. ] Sora-chan is improving, too. Soon he's gonna be faster than you...! I guess that means you have to come practice.
(/cry)
[ saying this as he makes other smoothies for other customers... he pauses before smiling slightly at the thought of sora being faster than him. ]
That'd sure be a first.
Haven't we talked about why I shouldn't practice with you guys? Besides, I've got my own practice to do.
(/panic)
[ slurp... eyeing him critically. maybe the competition thing only works one way. sora was so easy to manipulate :\ it's definitely different from haru and rin... ]
And it'd break my heart, too.
(/comfort)
he still has that content smile until 'and it'd break my heart, too', because riku blinks and looks at him sidelong. ]
Why would you be sad?
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Because I'm your biggest fan! You don't wanna let me down, do you...?
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It's not like that. I told you guys before that I'm over eighteen, swim club isn't really something I think I'm allowed to do.
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[ well haru kind of IS the team and it would be unreal to say he's not allowed for a multitude of reasons, but still. if it applies to him why not everyone. ]
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riku scratches his cheek, a bit lost, before he remembers himself, pouring the smoothie and giving it over to a customer. part of him is self-conscious, too. sora was scarred to hell, but most of them had healed and were faded, from what he could tell. riku's had healed, but wrong, with jagged scars all over his skin. that kind of thing was unsightly, wasn't it? ]
I'll--I'll think about it.
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[ he's sitting up on his chair and leaning across the counter... he's about to climb up onto it to get in his face don't test him ]
Pleaaaaase? Pretty please?! Please with sugar and chocolate and cherries on top???
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Nagisa, don't get on the counter. [ why is this so important to him? to riku, it's strange. anyone besides his close friends wanting him to do something is out of the blue. with some difficulty; ]
Look, I'll... talk to my Master about it, okay? If swimming gets in the way of training, I can't do it.
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[ he's still leaning, but he slowly, slowly, begins to retract back onto his chair. you can almost hear the ominous creaking as he does, plopping down. if swimming gets in the way, you can't sounds familiar, and he frowns. but doesn't say a word about it. ]
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[ riku frowns, as he starts to wipe the counter down. ]
I've got a job to do back home, so I need to learn how to do it right, or... [ ... a lot of bad things can happen. his voice trails off, before he shakes his head firmly and looks at nagisa again. ] Or else. So that comes first.
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[ acting casual as he sips on his smoothie, shifting to sit cross-legged in his seat. he's still small enough to manage it without knocking himself over. ]
Just as long as you're not super serious about responsibility all the time. That's a quick way to go completely crazy! [ he would know, amazingly enough. ] So when you do let your hair down, it better be at the pool with us.
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[ that's as close as riku's gotten to actually spilling the beans to anyone not from his world. he shifts in place, looking down at the counter as he continues cleaning. ]
Like I said... I'll ask, alright?
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[ even though it sounds like something way out of his league. his rpg mom may be training him to become a final fantasy protagonist but he's still level 1. :\ ]
Sora-chan isn't taking the same, umm... class, as you?