Yeah, I know you're okay... [ "Okay" does not necessarily equate to "well," not does it satisfy the persistent redhead on the other side of the feed. Kise is precisely the type who might flash a feigned smile, crack an idle joke about the situation long enough to get someone off the line, only to dive headfirst back into worry.
Smiles and their accompanying little dismissive shrugs are rarely enough to shake Otonashi. ]
You're telling me a visit wouldn't make it better? Come on. Give me some of your gossip or something. I'll bring you that picture I drew of Murasakibara and we'll all have a good laugh. My treat.
[ But the way his shoulders relax a little, the way his smile shifts towards something that's just a little more genuine, makes it very clear that he wants Otonashi to come over. That more than that, he's relieved to have Otonashi pushing the issue instead of taking him at face value. ]
Don't get into too much trouble in the, uh, 20 minutes it might take me to come by.
[ And he looks all the more determined, bordering on the point of theatrics. It's overblown, reaching for more of that subtle change in Kise's smile. Those are the cues he wants to see.
So he starts to work in finding that fine piece of arts and crafts he's since stowed away. ]
[ No getting into trouble, check. Which is why when Otonashi shows up, Kise's sprawled out on his bed and glaring up at the ceiling, sulking like a moody teenager at his finest. ]
[ What a majestic sight to behold. So majestic, in fact, that Otonashi has to stop for a moment to digest what he's looking at and assess how to proceed.
He'll have to keep this image in mind the next time he has a teenage fit. ]
As... fascinating as I'm sure the ceiling is—I think I have a better idea. Unless you'd rather we sit and find shapes in the ceiling pattern.
[ Kise deigns to sit up and give Otonashi a weak smile. The sulky teenager is still lingering at the edges, but, well, Otonashi's living with Akashi, he's getting enough taken out on him, probably, already. ]
What'd you have in mind? [ Okay, so that comes out a little suspiciously, but Otonashi's a busybody. It's totally warranted. ]
[ Rather than meet Kise's eyes immediately or comment on the completely fair line of questioning, he quickly pulls something from his shoulder bag, presenting it without comment. ]
[ He gives Kise a moment to digest Otonashi's fine, water-damaged (or at least, he really hopes it's only water damage, lest he re-evaluate his lodging yet again) piece of art. And yes, there is another attempt at this picture that has bled through onto this one, but alas it lives only in the shadow of this masterpiece. ]
For you, my shounen hero. Greetings from the fair heroine.
[ Kise waits curiously for whatever it is on the paper that Otonashi wants to show him—
And then he doubles over in laughter, clutching at his stomach as he tries to control his mirth. When he finally straights up again there are actual tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. ]
You— You actually did it, wow. Murasakibaracchi looks great.
Of course I did it, I had to show you how wrong you were. [ Obviously that alone worked as his motivation, because Otonashi would never go out of his way to make someone happy at his own expense. ]
He would look great in a dress. And even if he wouldn't, I'm calling it a success.
[ To him, it clearly must be a win if Kise's sulking has abated in spite of Otonashi's nonexistent art skills. ]
[ And he's totally going to pin the picture to his wall to laugh at every morning. He pulls Otonashi down onto the bed and flops onto him, leaning against Otonashi's side, still laughing a little. Finally, he settles down and offers, a little wistfully: ]
Ah, I wish I had my phone, I could show you the pictures from our middle school festival where Murasakibaracchi actually dressed up...
[ His intent and words escape him, tumbling to the bed with the rest of him. His slight embarrassment in his own masterpiece prevents him from outright laughing quite so much, but a smile teases at his lips all the same. ]
Dressed up as what? This? [ He pushes the shoddy little drawing forward, displaying it on the bed. ]
I hope you weren't planning to leave it at that. Sounds like a story. [ And he rests a hand in that blonde hair, looking down expectantly. ]
[ Please, Kise's not one of those people who withholds the deets. He leans in, lowers his voice, like he's about to impart some life or death secret. ]
Okay, so our year put on a play, right? Of course I was the prince. [ Of course, what else would Kise Ryouta be? ] And Murasakibaracchi had to dress up as Marie Antoinette. It was supposed to be all "let them eat cake" except then he ate the cake himself.
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Smiles and their accompanying little dismissive shrugs are rarely enough to shake Otonashi. ]
You're telling me a visit wouldn't make it better? Come on. Give me some of your gossip or something. I'll bring you that picture I drew of Murasakibara and we'll all have a good laugh. My treat.
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[ But the way his shoulders relax a little, the way his smile shifts towards something that's just a little more genuine, makes it very clear that he wants Otonashi to come over. That more than that, he's relieved to have Otonashi pushing the issue instead of taking him at face value. ]
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[ And he looks all the more determined, bordering on the point of theatrics. It's overblown, reaching for more of that subtle change in Kise's smile. Those are the cues he wants to see.
So he starts to work in finding that fine piece of arts and crafts he's since stowed away. ]
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[ What a majestic sight to behold. So majestic, in fact, that Otonashi has to stop for a moment to digest what he's looking at and assess how to proceed.
He'll have to keep this image in mind the next time he has a teenage fit. ]
As... fascinating as I'm sure the ceiling is—I think I have a better idea. Unless you'd rather we sit and find shapes in the ceiling pattern.
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[ Kise deigns to sit up and give Otonashi a weak smile. The sulky teenager is still lingering at the edges, but, well, Otonashi's living with Akashi, he's getting enough taken out on him, probably, already. ]
What'd you have in mind? [ Okay, so that comes out a little suspiciously, but Otonashi's a busybody. It's totally warranted. ]
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[ He gives Kise a moment to digest Otonashi's fine, water-damaged (or at least, he really hopes it's only water damage, lest he re-evaluate his lodging yet again) piece of art. And yes, there is another attempt at this picture that has bled through onto this one, but alas it lives only in the shadow of this masterpiece. ]
For you, my shounen hero. Greetings from the fair heroine.
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And then he doubles over in laughter, clutching at his stomach as he tries to control his mirth. When he finally straights up again there are actual tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. ]
You— You actually did it, wow. Murasakibaracchi looks great.
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He would look great in a dress. And even if he wouldn't, I'm calling it a success.
[ To him, it clearly must be a win if Kise's sulking has abated in spite of Otonashi's nonexistent art skills. ]
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[ And he's totally going to pin the picture to his wall to laugh at every morning. He pulls Otonashi down onto the bed and flops onto him, leaning against Otonashi's side, still laughing a little. Finally, he settles down and offers, a little wistfully: ]
Ah, I wish I had my phone, I could show you the pictures from our middle school festival where Murasakibaracchi actually dressed up...
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[ His intent and words escape him, tumbling to the bed with the rest of him. His slight embarrassment in his own masterpiece prevents him from outright laughing quite so much, but a smile teases at his lips all the same. ]
Dressed up as what? This? [ He pushes the shoddy little drawing forward, displaying it on the bed. ]
I hope you weren't planning to leave it at that. Sounds like a story. [ And he rests a hand in that blonde hair, looking down expectantly. ]
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Okay, so our year put on a play, right? Of course I was the prince. [ Of course, what else would Kise Ryouta be? ] And Murasakibaracchi had to dress up as Marie Antoinette. It was supposed to be all "let them eat cake" except then he ate the cake himself.