crosswise | FOR AIBOU | got a good feeling.

Entry tags:

FOR AIBOU | got a good feeling.

[ let's say that today masamune felt like eating ramen on a whim, because... you know, he followed quite a few whims. which is why he finds himself at a certain ramen restaurant around the corner of his and kojuro's apartment, sans one kojuro due to... scheduling errors.

but he's here nonetheless, blending in and looking out of place with a casual t-shirt, jeans and... eyepatch?

well, whatever.

he's got a bowl of ramen and he's just enjoying it for now, minding his own business. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ perhaps it's not very idol-like to straighten up, eyes gleaming in preparation for battle and expression oddly intent. Because while she's not as quick to succumb to competition in things like sports, when food is involved, she becomes a different person entirely.

But at least she's waiting for his bowl to get here before she eats any more. ]

Do you wish for stakes or do you simply aim to demonstrate your prowess?

[ it's bad manners, maybe, especially in the face of a lady but… of course, this is masamune, so he's putting one elbow on the counter and leaning his chin against his palm in interest and (I'm)patience.

this was going to be good. ]

Pride's a good enough stake, ain't it? [ a feral look. ] Unless you'd like to play for something more, Shijou Takane?

There is pride to be earned from simply performing an admirable task of what you would ordinarily enjoy.

[ yeah, she'd regret nothing, even if she lost. Her glance is more tranquil than feral, but there's no hesitation whatsoever in her eyes. ] Would you then deem it an adequate risk, Date Masamune?

We'll see if it was a risk at the end of it. OK?

[ throwing down the glove, obviously. the steadfast stance in her eyes is good to see, but something about it that hits him as familiar.

he cooly plays off his glancing away, at least. ]

[ she'd raise an eyebrow, but she's centered on the challenge now. At the same time, familiarity stirs, something more fond (but this isn't him), prompting her response. ]

Then good luck to you.

[ that hits something; there's a bit of an expectation for her to do that, a nostalgia he doesn't quite understand, a feeling he doesn't really know.

it was just english. "just" english.

yet that wasn't the only thing that made it familiar. ]

Leave that to you.

[ he's pretty good at hiding that uncertainty. this is said as the bowl of ramen is put down in front of his place. he grips the side of it with one hand almost immediately, still feeling a little bit confused. he'd just direct his focus to the food in front of him.

he looks at her from the side of his gaze--he's prompting her to begin without speaking, a mental countdown in his head. that felt more appropriate than simply saying it. ]

[ she feels that look before she sees it, the burning impression of a single eye, and perhaps she does it out of familiarity, or perhaps Takane just knows how to read cues, or perhaps it's a different explanation entirely or both combined, but there's a beat, and then she blinks and suddenly the chopsticks are flying in a graceful arc and THE RACE IS ON. ]

[ there's a bit of a smirk as he raises the chopsticks to his lips at the same time she does, and before long masamune is scarfing this down with the ferocity of one thousand dragons. does he care about manners? oh hell no he doesn't, but at least he manages to eat with. well. some humanity.

he does spare a glance or two over to shijou (let's say he's scoping out the competition), but the majority of his time is spent staring into the deep abyss of the ramen bowl.

needless to say, this was not as easy as he thought it would be. ]

[ perhaps if he had engaged her in something like horse racing or an English-off or anything that didn't consist of a.) Something Takane is highly skilled at and b.) her favorite food ever.

Well, maybe he'll learn once he sees just how happily and neatly she's managing to gulp down that ramen like it's the most ladylike thing he will ever see in his lifetime, next to flower arranging and the proper way to sip from a teacup. ]

[ what is this woman this is inhuman. the fact that she'd delivered such organized, divine vengeance to that unlucky bowl of ramen is the only thing that makes the fact that he's being beat a little easier. in fact, that's really the only thing he notes during his entire ramen crusade.

and that's going on right down to his finished bowl... done a short time after takane's, of course.

there's a whistle. ]

Wonder what Kojuro'd say about a speed like that. [ maybe if he showed him takane, he'd stop hounding him about how fast he eats... ] Sure you don't practice these kinds of things, Shijou?

[ she actually looks puzzled, eyes lifting from the empty bowl (no, staring at it wouldn't magically replenish it) to his face. It certainly isn't the first time someone's commented on her eating habits, but the question? That's new. ]

I merely enjoy repast, and seek to savor the taste as quickly as possible. Would you find that strange?

Most'd say savor it slowly. [ most would say a lot of things both takane and masamune don't, he figures, and most would avoid what they'd say. he doesn't mind it.

he also doesn't know why he gets that from just an eating habit. he really doesn't. ]

Not bad!

[ she dips her head in a polite bow of acknowledgment, smile playing at her lips. One can savor at any speed, she figures. That's the way it's always been. ]

You were a worthy adversary, Date Masamune.

[ really. there's a scoff, almost--a playful one, but a scoff nonetheless. ]

Usually I'm the one to say that. [ to the loser, that is. though it's not exactly the same really; he's a little less respectful, a little more cocky, but the sentiment is there. ] Not often I lose.

Our paths have not often crossed.

[ yep. She went there. Takane takes pride in her food victories. ]

[ .... oh lol come on shijou. that there's a challenge. ]

Hah! Once, Shijou. They'll cross again. [ and he's sure of that, somehow--even if he didn't aim to seek her out ( which he admittedly thought about, sometimes ), even then. ] I'll outeat you then.

One should not assume victory before a second encounter. I would be pleased to face you in battle once more, however. Regardless of the outcome.

[ oh look, she likes you. ]

[ … ]

The fight might just be enough.

[ ... he does too. :T ]

Your sense of satisfaction appears to lie within the challenge, then.

[ like she can talk. ]

That's half of it. [ look, straightforward comments! he pauses as he mulls something over, and then finally responds with: ] A challenge isn't much without a good person to give it.

[ ... oh. Was that a compliment?

She lowers her head to ponder it, a smile playing at her lips. ]

There is a strength of will to be admired about you. To spur an exact response from your opponent is a talent.

[ . . . ]

You're laying it on thick there.

[ feeding his ego. ]

I do not offer hollow words.

Heh. You don't offer hollow anything; that's what it seems like.

... You're observant.

[ she's almost surprised. ]

[ . . . . letting that sink in for a moment, and the look he gives her is nothing short of really. he's not offended, though, but. ]

What, that isn't obvious? Come on.

[ she has to chuckle, the smallest shake of her head. ]

Obvious to those who look, perhaps.

Obvious to the ones who are worth the trouble.

[ because if one can't see it, then they sure don't have the observant traits that'd interest him, even a little bit. ]

Would you call this troubling?

Name a guy who doesn't think losing is troubling.

[ not that this is troubling for what it is, essentially--which is perhaps a new thing for him, who rarely gravitated towards seconds or situations for the sake of a person. ]

... I'm unfamiliar with many men, I'm afraid. Would that be considered a masculine trait?

[ Takane, don't take that seriously. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

FOR AIBOU | got a good feeling.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject