- Mood:
Homicidal - Listening to: ((Normal Battle ~ Town - SMT: Nocturne))
- Reading: A "physics" textbook. /wink
- Watching: All right! One more quest to go!
- Playing: Monster Hunter! Everyone's playin' it, dude.
- Eating: Leftovers...Not as amazing this time.
((BECAUSE IT'S TOO TRUE, MY FRIENDS. Contrary to popular belief, AP English class will most certainly drain the quality of your writing. Well...not really. But this blows.))
Hack and slash, dude, hack and slash. All the cool kids knew the technique, those knockaround guys in the back of class who'd rather rest up on sweet dreams than embarrass themselves with one false answer. Junpei had considered himself to be rather adroit in taking care of his enemies: ones, twos, x-y theories, theta, beta, seeyoulatah mathtastic mentality searing over the edge between success and failure. Those bastards, they always took on the weirdest forms, prehistoric beasties and Square Enix furries. Strike one down, experienced gained. By 10:05 P.M., another quest had been completed, another gold pile earned, another excuse to hit on the warrior princess chick as opposed to hitting the less-important matters--like school, for instance.
Phase Two, set to roll.
Shutting off his PSP, he logged in to his preferred instant message program, grinning when the lone female player of tonight's session greeted him with an emoticon. His next move was blunt: "Meet me IRL tomorrow at the manga cafe?"
She disappeared thereafter. He blamed her connection.
With one look at his mound of school work, he sighed, adjusting his cap to issue some sort of challenge. Maybe one of the senpai would be in a didactic mood, willing to teach the idiot pupil before he could taste blood at Tartar Sauce...Tartarus. Maybe he should eat before using food metaphors.
Junpei ventured out into the hall, textbook in hand, whistling battle themes. Sure thing, Iori.
((...Man, that underground hip-hop is really getting to me.))
Grade Point Blues
He was lost.
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*Eats a hard candy*....H-h-hi. ...I'm Sakamoto Emi. I'm...k-kind of shy...
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You better just take care of her, all right? She deserves better than you, but... 's her call. Whatever.
(I never really thought Strega'd be too happy with Junpei stealin' away Chidori, despite their lack-of-action in game. owo So expect a vehement, spitting Jin in the future~)
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Aw, man, now that wasn't cool. The berating had made him tense, and the mention of her was enough to send him on edge, but dissing the hat? That was way outta line. Junpei froze, gradually turning to face the speaker. "Hey, w-watch it," he replied, his voice unsteady. He shifted his weight to his left foot, trying oh so desperately to keep it casual, but he knew that he had failed as soon as he opened his mouth. "Weirdo? Look who's talkin'. You...you must be one of them dudes from Strega. You got no right tellin' me who she deserves!"
Pausing, he bit his tongue, wondering if he'd even be taken seriously. "I dunno what I'd do if anything happened to her...."
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Unfortunately, now it sounds like he's some weird stalker. Crap. I'm the worst with words, seriously. When reading, just keep the idea of stubborn-faced, possessive arrogance, 'cause I fail. @ @ ]
The better part of him wanted to ignore all this jabbering and go find something else to do, but he liked being petty once in a while. Plus, he was pretty sure a monkey could outwit this weedy guy. Jin was no monkey, so there wouldn't be any problems. The fact that Chidori was involved had nothing to do it, either.
"You just contradicted yourself. You know that, right?" Jin's free hand went to his glasses, pulling them down so blue eyes could see over the rims. "If I'm from Strega and she's from Strega, then I'm pretty sure that means I know her better than you do." Even though he was grinning, he knew that wasn't really true. Chidori never really talked much to them. He and Takaya were the ones who always carried out conversations with their targets. Chidori stayed off to the side. It was infuriating to think that this guy, who probably just first saw her on the street or something, might know her better than they did, despite how long they had known her. Several years of partnership should have been more than enough of a difference!
Really, there wasn't much of one.
Either way, despite what he knew and despite what he was obviously wrong about, Jin still refused to believe that Junpei knew anything about the girl. It was a pride thing. "You'd move on, that's what you'd do. You can't really be that crazy about her, can you? What do you even know about her?"
Junpei hadn't been there. As stupid and over-his-head he knew he sounded, Jin was adamant about that. Someone like him wasn't gonna understand anything about the past. Idiot.
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How could the comments of this wiry straggler send him teetering off balance? Junpei had always been a guy of craptacular focus, but this encounter was enough to snap him to attention, to accept these verbal blows with nonexistent grace. What the hell, man? Faltering with your words and looking like a complete dunce was so thirty minutes ago. He opened his mouth to speak, preparing such startling comebacks as “Er…” and “No!”, but he quickly decided against it. After all, the team was always encouraging him to pace himself, to possess the mind of a tactician and not some tabletop peon.
Casting his gaze downward, he scratched the back of his head in hopes of dousing the blaze in his cheeks. Man, reasoning sucked sometimes. Truly, he could have swung a right hook at this dude’s face, wiped that grin clean off, but that would be as predictable and subtle as a Korean missile launch.
“You’re right—I would move on,” he finally replied, looking up at the rival member once again. His voice sounded distant, as if it belonged to someone else, and he had never been known to agree so quickly: “And I…I barely know a thing about her. But you’re wrong about one thing.” He laughed quietly. “I really am that crazy about her."
Crazy enough to be attached to such a cold heart, that was for sure. Crazy enough to be so truthful to his adversary. There were so many other babes out there that would speak more often, that wouldn’t have such an air of hostility, that wouldn’t tie him up as bait and leave him aching on the pavement. The ultimate turn-on? Not exactly, but she definitely had her charms. That rare, jovial glint in her eye was enough to keep him coming back again and again, so far from sanity, so close to his downfall.
He bet that the other cronies of Strega couldn’t say the same, based on how…enthusiastic she was towards even mentioning them. No matter how smarmy this guy had presented himself, it was all most likely bullshit.
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