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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 20, 2017 4:24:30 GMT
You know that day where you wake up, you've done nothing monumental or productive, yet you still decide to reward yourself with something? That was today, apparently, Kimura deciding to stop by a bakery on his daily lounge through Tokyo, waiting for some call to say there was something better to do. It was one of those things that you did, no matter of your level of self-discipline. Just rationalize it by saying you weren't getting that much, it's only a mini muffin. Much better than a full size muffin, not as much carbs, won't hurt your figure too much. Are we finally finding out that Kimura is simply a drama queen?
No, the young man was just bored, food being a particularly good distraction from that. There weren't many other snacks he usually enjoyed, chips didn't do it for him, there wasn't a milk tea place in the near vicinity. Did he really want to wait until he'd known he was near one? As evidenced by the small bag of mini muffins he now had, the answer was pretty clear. Thankfully, they were nice and warm, his hands were getting cold from being exposed to the dropping temperatures. His body remained warm though, having dressed appropriately for this kind of weather.
For a guy who worked out about eight months out of the year, he sure did love this part of the year the most. The conditions were just right; It had been time to break out the sweaters and hoodies! Loved shopping for clothes but sweaters and hoodies had possibly been his favorite by far. Something about being form-fitting and comfortable, that's what he appreciated about it. Like this black turtleneck he had on, the long sleeves a little bunched up around the length of his bicep. Average pair of jeans too, no gold chain or fanny pack, the inseam of which had let it rest right on his skinny hips.
After leaving the bakery, the young man found himself a bench to partake in his snack. Better to sit and eat than to walk, especially at this time of day where walking onto the wrong street could put you into the thick of foot traffic. A mistake he's seen one too many times to try it himself, the ultimate foolish act. Instead, he just fetched the baked good from the bag while he sat there, popping it into his mouth. There were small chocolate chips adorning it, adding to the otherwise plain taste of the sweet bread. They might not have been better than the store-bought brands, but there was something healthy about having freshly cooked foods. |
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Post by ☆ Momoka Leriche ☆ on Oct 20, 2017 4:58:00 GMT
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Today smelt light blue with a hint of soft peppermint candies.
Cheeks somewhat flushed from her own giddiness and the nipping cold, Momoka stood before a new shop that she didn't recognize. This wasn't here yesterday! You weren't out yesterday. Oh, she's almost certain that she went out fudge shopping for Brownie yesterday. He had never tried them before, stating that he had no interest in something with no nutritional value. Such a fibber that, that bunny. He's the reason why she's out snack shopping today instead of finally finishing that college assignment she had due in a couple of days. Or today. She's been far too busy doing her own thing to check. She didn't mind coming out. Snack rations were running low and her current project required a bit of loading time. That super secret spy agency that she had joined not too long ago has yet to contact her after they placed that thingy in her. So until her project is done, there is nothing to preoccupy herself with. Shocking, she knows, Momoka can hardly believe it herself. Her giant playground of constantly shifting algorithms and painfully beautiful anime men could offer her nothing but free time. Free time! When's the last time she had free time?! About a month ago.Oh. Right. She really hadn't gone out yesterday. Shibuya is definitely a stark contrast to the quaint town little town she had once called home. Everything, no everyone, seemed to move a mile a minute. Constantly shifting in a rapid flow of change that Momoka herself couldn't seem to catch up with. There's always something added to the already impressive amount of shiny buildings, new sight to see that wasn't there before. What little shop she trusted to be there one day could be gone the next, leaving her absolutely bewildered as to why. It's disorientating to a girl that's been used to a mostly stagnant lifestyle. There amount life to this city is overwhelming to a girl like her. But the mess of different individuals that filled this city are exciting. Risking a sensory overload just to see them is almost worth it! Like now there are a lot of interesting people out. After she had taken note of it, a lot more than usual though she isn't sure why. Momoka never remembered the road from home being this clustered or so unfamiliar. Why is it so unfamiliar? Maybe she hadn't taken the right turn? No! No! Brownie had instructed her to turn left by a red house! And... And then she had to make a right by the train tracks. Had Brownie mentioned train tracks? Sure she had gotten a little distracted by an incredibly poofy Pomeranian along the way but she did have an eye out like she was supposed to! Maybe... After she had finished admiring that one gentleman's dog, she had bumped into two girls while crossing the street. They had complimented her giant blue impulse buy of a sweater and she ended up gushing about how she bought it because the penguin was wearing a sweater too. After she was done Momola did end up by a white house like she was supposed to! Unless that wasn't the right white house? She never did remember it being so close to a fancy ramen shop. She went the wrong way, hadn't she? Momoka doesn't find herself too upset with the discovery. How could she live in Shibuya for a year without discovering a place like this?! There's a convenience store bound to be found somewhere along this road, she just needed to find it! So she had searched for about thirty minutes. Walking down roads that didn't promise results but because there was something that managed to catch her eye. When her initial wonder of that was over, she'd find herself bouncing to the next most interesting thing with a smile as large as her sweater's sleeves. A few good minutes had to pass before Momoka noticed her lack of progress. The road she was once on had changed dramatically again and what money she had was spent on... Things. Cute things, mind you, so it was definitely worth the buy. Convincing Brownie that her spending their snack money on trinkets will be a little difficult but he'll come around! First she just needed to figure out where she was. There's room to breathe now, so that's nice. That fun road had been so full that she couldn't wiggle her toes without worrying about someone bumping into her. Now she's here where one is a little more free to wiggle there sore toes and she isn't sure whether to be worried by that. Her spirits were a little lower than usual when she decided to take a break. There was a bench to rest her tired feet, how lucky was she? And decided to rest her weary feet for a while while pondering how she was going to explain to Brownie that she didn't her those sweet potato chips. grumbleAnd actual food. She had forgotten to buy actual food as well. Why did Brownie trust her to go out by herself?! It took far too long for Momoka to notice that she had plopped onto a preoccupied bench. The sweet smell of muffins had immediately perking up to the smell. They weren't rogue muffins on the loose like her imagination liked to believe. It's the more believable sort of someone actually possessing them. She'd watch for a moment with far too keen an interest. Where did he get muffins, she wanted muffins! Could she get some too? Could she ask? Brownie scolded her the last time she had pestered someone for sweets... WORDS: Alot.
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 21, 2017 1:20:38 GMT
Out of the initial set of four, there had only been one left, the one to satisfy his hunger. There was something so enjoyable about getting just the right amount of food for a period of time, at least until there had been a reason to have a full meal. That's just what a snack was, but sometimes you end up over- or under-snacking. Didn't feel right, almost throws your whole day off, especially if you're gonna spend it moving around a lot. Maybe you'll push yourself more because you feel too fat, but then you end up injuring yourself because you're an idiot. Usually that didn't happen, but it didn't mean there wasn't the possibility, one of the more dire effects of this situation.
Oddly enough, he let it be for a moment, just paying attention to his surroundings. Or maybe, being forced to by the sound of someone's rumbling stomach, having previously thought he was alone on this bench. Guess someone found their way over to him, whether to rest or to find out more about his food was unknown. When the young man looked over to investigate the sound, she had looked directly at him and his food. Insanely rude thing to do, but he'd let it slide because of her appearance, possibly one of the more unique ones in Japan. She was certainly something, there was this blatant curiosity that blared from her frame, as if asking an unanswerable question.
So, she was tan with this teal kinda hair, small enough to be a child, blue eyes requesting him of this treat. Was he just gonna give it up because she looked like this? Like some kind of modern ganguro? It was hard to tell why she was this skin color, she didn't seem entirely Japanese with these features. Very rude foreigner we might have here. Blinking a bit at her to make her realize he'd caught her stare, his mind opened up a little bit more to what was happening.
She was probably having a hard time finding her way around, being alone in such a large part of the city. Having never traveled, Kimura could only assume that this was something that happened, people went places where they didn't know the language. Expected it wouldn't be such a big problem and then you end up hungry because you don't know how to order food. The hotel you booked can easily deal with you, they're supposed to, but Hotel food was so expensive and not even as good as some of the street fairs they get. Now, the question was whether or not he should help her out, exactly what benefit was there for him?
Of course, the young man decided to be of help to her, it all appealed to his inherent good nature. Something about the girl struck him, had it been her odd choices in attire? The fact that her body was covered from shoulder to thigh in thick, fluffy sweater was intriguing. She truly understood the sweater dynamic, wearing it like a large blanket. Definitely looked comfortable with her stare like that, but could he really blame her? Kimura may have just been the best looking person she's seen today, especially after a survey of most Japanese men.
This was, y'know, if that was what she was really looking for. It wasn't, but that was no reason not to be confident about a situation in which you could meet a new person. She actually just wanted the muffin, which would be the catalyst for this new acquaintanceship. Only thing left to do was ask, since she wasn't sure if she could ask him herself, language barrier and all. Or, perceived language barrier, she hadn't spoken to him so the assumption was based on that. Thankfully, he had a vague understanding of English due to his educational history, finally coming in handy.
"Do you want this?" The question was phrased almost as though each word had its own separate period behind it. It was pretty robotic, too, only making Kimura sound as if he was some bland gym rat. I pick things up, I put them down. Of course he could only sound stupider if she responded to him in his mother tongue. Imagine that, she could've gone anywhere for food and then she just sits next to him as if its the first time she's seen any. What kind of person does that, who is without enough awareness to not simply come up to him and ask where he got it if they wanted it so bad? |
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Post by ☆ Momoka Leriche ☆ on Oct 21, 2017 6:05:30 GMT
❊ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡(❁´◡`❁)｡.｡:+* ❊ She stunned into an even deeper silence, Momoka's bright blue eyes widening with stunned realization. What she found out, she doesn't say yet because she's on her feet with this silly smile that could only mean one thing. Her imagination is running wild again. Clapping her hands together the giddy girl spewed the first bit of nonsense going through her head. "Oh my gosh, are you an android?!" If one were to ignore the foolishness coming out of those plump lips, they'd notice that her voice isn't as high pitched as one would expect. It's soft, an almost singsongish tone that pitches slightly in the peaks of her jubilation. Jubilation that one should really be feeling if that randomly found an android of any sort in the depths of Japan. Even worse is that she does know English. A unique crowd that she had once enjoyed spending her time with expanded her English to 'almost good', so she could have easily spoken back to him in that language. Her excitement must have had her forgetting because she's still trying to talk to this mysterious robot in Japanese. "Are you an android? If you are, how do you eat muffins?" Does he have a special metal belly that stores all of them? She found herself a little upset. That's a total waste of muffins. "You're kinda pretty for a android though, how'd they do it?" At some point she has to come to realize that the person she's speaking to isn't an android. "Unless you're a cyborg?!" Those are statistically more likely to be good looking! That could be it! She'd try to lean in a little closer to inspect his craftsmanship though she never touched. There's a reasonable bone still in there, somewhere, that allows her consider the small (large) chance that this guy is indeed human.It'd be pretty hard to make a guy like him, wouldn't it? Nothing about him appeared painted on or synthetic. Just a regular ol' guy... Okay, maybe not regular. There's something about him that she couldn't quite put into words. An aura that gives off the impression that he isn't the typical teenager that paraded Japan's streets. Because he's an android. Not quite. Cyborg? Then he'd have visible robotic parts. No, he kind of had the appearance of a guy that'd give the main protagonist a hard time. One of those too cool for school fellows that girls would rave about in those forums she once liked visiting.An anti-villain?!
Anti-villians don't offer muffins, silly.
It's something else. Android, cyborg, villain or not, he's already left a good impression on her by offering a muffin. Only the most splendid of people that aren't sweets hording brown digirabbits rabbits horded sweets, so it's safe to assume he's a good guy! She soon found herself stuck between sticking out her hand in greeting or reaching for the muffin. Does she even deserve it after that mess of an accusation? She still stares at him with the expectation of him admitting that he's a robot of some sort. Knowing her, she probably wouldn't stop believing it until she's told otherwise.
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 21, 2017 23:54:09 GMT
Upon hearing the response, Kimura learned a few things, all of which hampered his view of reality. First things first, she knew Japanese and spoke it to him fluently, yet never answered his question. On top of that, it felt like she was mocking him with her cutesy words, as though he was a child or retarded. Now, this is what you call 'fucking with people', an effective skill she managed to have. Actually never had it done to him at a level like this; Coincidence, considering he was capable of this as well. The weird thing about is that, although Kimura understood that it was fake, she kept this genuine stride throughout her expressions and intonation.
The young man's facial expression was pretty easy to read by the time she was done talking. His eyes were half lidded, the most basic look of disbelief, barely looking at her but rather where she stood. It's that disappointed look she should be familiar with, along with phrases like 'is she serious'. Couldn't honestly believe there's just some sort of pretty anime cyborg was offering you sweets, no matter how moe you are. She not only asked how does this robot consume food, but why is this robot so pretty, along with the possibility he might just be organic. Children were annoying, especially those her age, which only made it more weird with how actually cute she was.
It was tolerable, to say the least, but there was a lot to admire about her person. She expressed herself to the fullest, with the way she plastered that dumb smile to just how smooth her voice was. The shape of her lips is one of the reason he caught her words-- just another appealing thing to look at. After he'd heard how stupid they were, he made the choice to look away, fully making the assumption that jail time was not worth it. With how short some of these fully grown women were, this was honestly starting to become a problem. Especially when you're dumb enough to think a grown woman might be a child and then they act more mature than you are.
Thankfully, her maturity certainly wasn't full grown, befitting her appearance. Then again, neither was his, which is why he made the first move in this 'offer'. Taking the mini muffin, the coal-haired male attempted to stick it right into her mouth, not even carefully. Just a straight thrust to try and make her shut up with food, almost symbolic if it weren't so mundane. "I'm not an android," His response wasn't anywhere as playful to what she had said earlier, making his actions unclear. It was a bit unusual to nearly stick your finger in a strangers mouth, but the way she acted made it seem like she didn't mind.
In all this excitement, Kimura sorta forgot he'd just lost his last snack right in that girls mouth. No matter what happened at this point, she'd basically defeated him, whether by leaving him under-snacked or spiritually robotic. If only all was zeroes and ones, then there would be no value such as hunger, such is an automaton's life. Sighing into a quick breath, the young man made it to his feet, rising up and above this girl. It seemed a bit funny, looking at someone eye-to-eye one moment and then having them stare into your chest because it was the only option. The turtleneck could only do wonders to improve his ego, enjoying how the slimming effect of black clothing made him look.
No reason to stay here, instead there was a much better idea and a way to fix this mess. "Alright, Chuunibyou, have a nice day. May as well go to the store and get a drink," She'd probably heard this insult already, couldn't have been the only one to say it. Acting like a complete loon will only get you called one, so it's essentially the bed she made to lie in. Although, honestly, this could be seen as an invitation. Unwittingly, Kimura basically said he's willing to take her to the store if she was willing to follow Mr. Robot. Of course, he's no longer speaking in English and sounds like a complete asshole for now. |
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Post by ☆ Momoka Leriche ☆ on Oct 22, 2017 21:33:45 GMT
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M U F F I N.
As disappointing it may be to learn that there isn't a secret conglomerate of Englishspeaking cyborg-androids hidden away in the city, a good ol' muffin is just what a girl needed to feel better! Momoka doesn't appear all too aware of the look the non-android was giving her. With cheeks filled with baked goodness, how could she ever notice that her accusation would have left him exasperated? There's no way she could have predicted that! Her small fingers are on her lips as though it is some mind-boggling delicacy; at least she had the decency not to voice her pleasure.Momoka's eyes opened around the moment her new muffin supplying friend had gotten up. She didn't appear too bothered by the height difference. Her eyes is still sparkling with the same wonder she had when she had believed him to be a android. Or she still did and was probably waiting for the all-important telltale clues that he must obviously be covering up. But with no whirring or beep boops Momoka had no choice but to believe him. For now. "Yourf talf!" Chew girl, he ain't moving that quick. She patted her chest a few times before bleating. "You're tall!" She is stating the obvious, yes, for there is a slight chance that Momoka isn't totally aware of how short she is. Regardless, the need to tilt her head upwards as much as she had to surprised her a little bit. She's no less a jumping jellybean than she was before but at least she's willing to listen without a fuss. Like how her response to being called a Chuunibyou was happy giggly grin that made it seem as though he praised her. She doesn't seem put off by his attitude in the slightest. Him leaving though, that made her a little distressed. She's still out in the middle of nowhere with no idea of where she is! She's quickly behind him like a lost kitten though she isn't looking up at him as expectantly. "Thank you for the muffin!" She's bouncing a little on her toes again but this could be just because they're still sore. "Uhm..." Oh look at that! There is a stop to her hype button! "Can I come, Mr. Non-android?" Hey, she didn't know his name. How else is she supposed to address him? Now, there's a good chance that she'll continue to follow even after he says no.But he's going to get drinks and she wanted drinks. Getting lost is thirsty work? She comes a little closer, now looking more like a lost puppy. She knew that perhaps she could tell that she doesn't know where she is but could hear Brownie's warning ringing in her head. 'Don't talk to strangers!' Too late for that. 'If you're lost, don't tell a lowlife ruffian you're lost! 'Mr. Non-android here doesn't look like a ruffian at all! |
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 23, 2017 11:39:17 GMT
The look on her face after being given the muffin was exactly to be expected. She wanted it, after all, but maybe not in the way he gave it to her. Yet, there was no protest, just happy little chews and bites between indistinguishable words. One could guess what was about to be said, but it was repeated after swallowing, her statement receiving no response from him. Not the first time a short girl told him he's tall, nor will it ever be the last; the universe has an unending supply of short girls. You would think there's an unending supply of tall girls as well, but the universe didn't work like that, knowing girls are cuter when shortened.
Now, was she cute? Her face was always plastered with some smile like other girls he knew, but it wasn't some fake attempt to gain trust. She just did it because she wanted to, as evidenced by when she became giggly at being mildly insulted. Did she want to appear this way or had she no clue what the word he just spoke meant? Things like this made you wonder how people stay happy in their lives, with the tragic foundation the world is built on, you'd expect them to crack sooner or later. Just something needs to happen to cause that. Or, he could go ahead and protect her happiness instead of envying it, but there was no cause.
Her voice was nice and all, a little bit of a mix between a magical girl and amateur idol. Didn't really pay much attention to how she looked, about 60% of her body was covered in fluffy sweater. She seemed like the type of girl who doesn't just hold your hand but cuddles up against it in the streets. Probably had a deep attachment to a parent or guardian when she was a child. Which reminded him, she was right behind him when he looked back, asking for him to take her. Considering this wasn't the first time a girl walked up to him to ask him to do something, there was very little surprise left.
"Just wondering, how old are you?" It was an odd question, but it was one of those things you'd like to know. Just to put into relative perspective where one person is going with their life, where you are on their own road. Whether you're ahead or behind didn't matter, just a question to sate the circumstance. "You look as though you get pretty lost and it's gonna crowd up," Now, this can be taken two ways: One, she could just remain really close to him. Two, she could hold his hand like the small child she pretended to be.
Kimura didn't mind hand-holding, but definitely had something against children and the public eye. While very secure as a person, he didn't want people saying dumb shit about him if anyone saw. 'Since when did you become a lolicon' and 'you have such a cute cousin', or just about anything that could be said in this situation. No, Kimura was the only cute cousin, that wasn't about to be usurped by someone not in his family. Which is probably why she didn't call him by name, instead choosing to refer to him politely. "My name is Kimura, not Mr. Non-Android," Imagine being called that for the whole trip to the store? |
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Post by ☆ Momoka Leriche ☆ on Oct 24, 2017 6:34:55 GMT
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"Ten!" There's a chance that Momoka understood why he asked that question. "In Martian years! Potassium on the periodic table!" She could have made this so much easier. Surely when he would grow tired of her nonsense and decided not to comment on her playfulness, she'd hum. "Nineteen! I'm nineteen!" Can't he tell by her bountiful bosoms and endless stream of maturity that filled the entirety of her fluffy sweater? She's hopping before him before twirling around so she can walk backwards. It isn't one of her best plans but in her head it seemed to be the only way to speak to 'properly' speak to him. She was definitely unaware of the growing crowd that usually happened around a shopping district. "I look it because I am!" No one should be this okay with admitting that their lost. Thank the gods that system they've been working on isn't fully updated for Brownie would suffer from an aneurysm. "Shibuya's much bi-U-Uppyo!" His comment about the crowd wasn't a warning but she should've taken it as such. Her arm bumps into another pedestrian enough to jostle her into walking straight. "Owa! I'm sorry! Sorry!" Cool guys usually kept cool scores of other people right? To make sure that whoever they're talking to doesn't melt their too cool for schoolness? What did she lose? About a bijillion points there?
Instead of grabbing his hand, Momoka opts for grabbing onto the back of his sweater. She hadn't checked to see the damage she had done but she's going to assume the lack of outward yelling meant she hadn't knocked a smoothie out of their hand. She'd cough though her smile doesn't leave. It's obvious that she did want to look. Her bright blue eyes had looked sideways a few times in guilty glances. Right! He had said his name, hadn't he? Kimura... That does seem to fit him a lot better than 'Mr. Non-Android.' "I suppose that's a better name." It is, admit it. There's no reason to sound so disappointed as there will never be a name that will be worse than non-android! "I'm Momoka!" It's a wonder that she doesn't sing her name.
"It's a nice to meet you, Kimura!" She attempted to hug his back in a 'friendship sealing hug' though she wouldn't push through with it should he shoulder her off. Momoka appeared fine with holding onto his sweater unless he chooses that his hands are a better spot. They're already stepping into deeper uncharted waters for the poor girl but she seems to be ignoring it well with her new friend. Her attention, when not on him, his drawn to houses and stores that she doesn't recognize. It'd be nice if her ability to memorize coding would work with remembering street names.
It'd be a lot of help. "Are we still going to get snacks?" He never did say no to her following. He just asked her age and that could have been a test! Maybe he thought she was some really young girl and decided to allow her to come from the goodness of his heart. People always did tend to look at her much differently once they've learned that she's an 'adult'.
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 24, 2017 15:58:46 GMT
Her first answer only served to annoy him further, saying she was ten yet on another planet. Oh, she certainly came from some distant planet, no way a human being raised her. What she said afterwards however was much smarter than he'd expected from her. Her mind was far from basic, bringing up the periodic table as a reference for her age. Thankfully, as an avid student of chemistry, he understood her. Potassium was element number nineteen and so was she, although that made her ratio a bit odd. Ten to nineteen didn't fit right, not like she was about to check the math.
She twirled ahead of him in what might be the dumbest move he's seen an adult do. Oh god, she's an adult-- one that was older than him? Once she'd revealed she was lost it, was all too obvious to him. This was some poor family's basement dweller, the hikikomori no parent wished to speak of. If she did spend her time in the basement, then that skin color is natural for her, being more of a mix than just some foreigner. Hair color was definitely dyed though, an odd look she chose for herself to be so highlighted in blue.
As they kept walking, she kept up the act of facing him and walking backwards into a thickening crowd. Hard to tell if she was smart or dumb, probably just thought differently from everyone. You could always attribute some cringe-y saying to being different, but she looked like the type of person to not care. Easily brushed off his words, seemed like actual physical contact bothered her though. Such as being bumped into because she was walking the wrong way, quickly apologizing. The young man tried reaching out to her to make sure she didn't fall, but she was fine.
A bit fast, actually, she'd stumble and regain footing immediately to turning to grip the back of his sweater. This was actually somewhat expensive, so Kimura just stopped walking then and there as she was introducing herself. Momoka didn't sound like a family name-- this young lady had enough manners to apologize but not to respect herself? Either way, grabbing his sweater wasn't cute and she needed to stop right this instance. She did, although in a way that wasn't any better, admittedly.
She was hugging him in the middle of the street now, her arms wrapped around just above his waist where the start of abdomen had been. She could probably feel how slow his breath was in this moment, how the thin muscles pushed against her arms as he inhaled. This was a little embarrassing to be honest, having just stopped there with her as she kept hugging him. It was an odd feeling, having most of her heat coming from behind him, being just barely strangers at this point with the knowledge of each others names. She didn't stop once she asked if they were still going to the store, still holding onto him like a shy child.
Sighing out loudly, he held out his hand to her, "Come here, right now." It was obvious he was insisting her to hold his hand, in whatever way she'd feel comfortable. Once that had happened, he'd start to walk, leading her with him. She could probably keep up, he didn't move fast and she was spry for being so short. As they started to trek down the streets of Shibuya, he asked a simple question, "So, who raised you? You're not exactly a proper lady." May have not been the most polite thing to say, but it probably wouldn't phase her, just like the last rude thing he said. |
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Post by ☆ Momoka Leriche ☆ on Oct 25, 2017 7:37:31 GMT
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Does it help any that she feels uncomfortable as well?
Physical contact with other living things isn't something the girl did often. It didn't happen with her grandmother, certainly wasn't a common occurrence with her parents and Brownie didn't count. He's more of a stuffed animal with a personality than a human she can brush shoulders with. Kimura is definitely the first guy she had attempted this with since her usual victims were usually shorter... And female. Also they weren't total strangers since they were classmates that were aware of Momoka's tendencies.
She now stared at his outstretched hand, confusion riddled on her face. When had their level of friendship risen high enough to hold hands? They hadn't even accomplished the most important part of level 0 friendship! Vocally telling each other that they are friends! He appeared agitated over something, perhaps she shouldn't make too much of a fuss. This will go against the teachings of every anime involving hand-holding but she's willing to do it for a friend! How does one even go about hand-holding? Does she just reach out and... And grab it? Grasp a finger than a hold hand? Just shove her hand in there before firmly grasping it?
She eventually for awkwardly reaching out and grasping a few of his fingers. The contact is weirder than she'd like to admit, far too foreign. It's a reminder about her own seclusion that she didn't really want to pay attention to and surely isn't about to dwell on now. Her hold on is hand tightened in what she hoped was confidence with her attention caught between looking at it and her feet. This would be the time where the female protagonist would freak about her hand being grabbed by some scatterbrained generic male lead.
Not have a small internal crisis about it!
Slightly red cheeks puffed out slightly in what could be mistaken as a pout. This is for the greater good, she can do this, it's not so-- Oh he asked a question! "I guess I don't, huh?" She didn't appear to be bothered by that either. Hard to be offended by something she's already aware of. "Granna never had the energy to teach me anything outside of cooking." If it's one thing she could thank her parents for, it's that the hadn't dumped a screaming baby onto an elderly woman's lap. Her grandmother had her father at a fairly late age. By the time her father turned 20, she was in her early sixties. Granna must have been in her early seventies by the time she had taken custody of her.
"So I guess I raised myself!" On anime, dubious websites and a sprinkle of guidance from her teachers. The only blend needed to make a healthy society ready child! "I don't think I turned out too bad though, hee!~" It must mean something to get this far virtually by herself, right? Yes, it must mean something! "How about you, Kimean?" Don't think she hasn't caught those rude quips before. "I don't really understand! You're really nice and no so nice at the same time! Why?" That could be because a random girl is stalking him after taking his last muffin. For all she knew he's planning for her to pay him back for the muffin. He wouldn't do that would he? Kimean's more nice than mean... Right?
"The crowds are reaching those insufferable levels that she thought could only be achieved in her nightmares. By herself she would never find her way out of this! "Thank you for being nice though, Kimura." Until he slaps that bill in front of her, she would continue to assume that this is a gesture of good-will.
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 25, 2017 13:53:21 GMT
It took her quite a while to take his hand, almost as if she was unsure which part to grab. Was it his fingers, his palm, his wrist? You would think a young, vivacious girl would know how to hold another persons hand. You learn it in your first year of grade school, you have a partner when going on trips and you hold their hand as you walk. Apparently, she never had this situation as she continued to figure out where she should grab him. So, the sweater and the waist was okay, but his hand was a big problem for her.
After managing to get her small fingers around his much longer ones, the young man looked back at her. Now, she was embarrassed, unsure what for but it had been fine. They were going one for one, as if this was some kind of unspoken game. As she curled her hand around his own, he stopped her, slightly pulling away. In a moment, his other hand came to guide her own as to how to properly do this. Her hand was now in the middle of his own, gently clasping it as his finger reached along the back of her palm. Nothing romantic, just regular ole sinful hand-holding.
With that out of the way, they could venture on further, with him pulling her just a little bit. Hopefully, her short legs could catch up to him, not like it was a problem anymore. She wasn't going to face him and walk backwards, only to retreat like a scolded dog. Instead, she began to answer his question, talking about how 'granna' would only teach her to cook. From this implication, all he could really tell was she lived with her grandma. No wonder she stayed at home so much, probably helping her old lady or just keeping her company.
Hard to tell how well she enjoyed that company though, didn't old people appreciate the quiet? Maybe she was more quiet once closed off to her room. Along with this was the thought that she raised herself on sugar and spice and everything nice. Can't really say the perfect little girl was born, but she did okay in terms of health. Mental health may have been a different story, especially when she already took to calling him names. A pretty playschool insult, but it wasn't anything he didn't find a little funny, "You might be older than me, but you still have to treat me with respect. I am taking you somewhere. Call me Kimura."
A solemn warning of sorts, didn't really enjoy his name being played with. They gave him the single one, so he wanted to be able to trust someone with it. Which, so far, was no one. Only family name was given unless you could prove you deserved otherwise. Either way, maybe he should answer her question about his demeanor, "Well, you see, when a young lady walks up to you, appearing foreign and lost, you try to help them. When they mistake you for a robot because they live in a land of pure imagination, it's hard to take them seriously." Yes, it is extremely hard to take all four feet and eleven inches of Momoka seriously.
"Besides, you need to be mean sometimes. If you haven't learned the value of it, then your discipline probably isn't too good," Which is exactly what you can say for girls who randomly follow guys in public. Honestly, she should be happy Kimura is a genuinely good person, because it was far easier to tell her to go take a hike. Of course, she might actually do it, would probably believe what anyone would tell her. "Do you have a job, Momoka?" Very basic question, probably one that'll be answered with a no. Seems like she fit in at a daycare or some other kind of child-care facility. The kind of caretaker that gets in trouble with the child rather than teaching them behavioral direction.
Oddly enough, she thanked him, whether it was for taking her to the store or giving her the muffin didn't matter. It showed that she did have some manners, like earlier. Not all the marbles were lost, just a decent amount of them. "You're welcome," An easy phrase, said with no hesitation on his part. The young man continued to push through the crowd, whether she be at his side or hiding behind him. Whichever it was, he still spoke loud enough to hear and had no intention of leaving her behind before they got to their destination. Would probably have to take her home, too, but that was something to ask later. |
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