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[flyingsolos]

[ She's heard many a yare yare from Kou by this point, and the familiarity of his voice does the trick. Mostly.

Rion at least moves, eyes scrunching more tightly shut for a minute until she opens them to peer blearily at-- oh, huh. ]

Kou-kun...?

[purrtagonist]

[still sleeping]

[hi. . . . . .]

[parttimes]

[...Well.

Too late to retreat, so instead he takes refuge in a dry tone.]

Am I interrupting something? I can go.

[flyingsolos]

Huh? What do you mean, interr--

[ But then Rion abruptly stops and reaches up, because it feels like there's a light pressure on her head and that's--

Akira's hair. And that means she was resting on...

Well, now she's flushing red and trying to shift herself upright without flat-out dropping Akira. ]

It's not like that!!

[purrtagonist]

[UNFORTUNATELY, it's pretty impossible to do that without dropping him. and she moves so quickly that there's no way he doesn't register the movement. FORTUNATELY, he catches himself and remains upright, even though he's kind of. blinking at Kou dimly now, like he hasn't quite registered he's there yet]

H. . . huh?

[but then it clicks, and he blinks a few more times before covering his mouth with a yawn]

Ah. . . hey, Kou.

[unlike Rion he seems perfectly calm]

[parttimes]

Hey, Akira. Hey Rion.

[Hmm...]

Sorry if I was interrupting canoodling.

[Kou.]

[flyingsolos]

... You... what did I just say??

[ Kou, do you have a death wish? ]

1/2

[purrtagonist]

[. . . . . . .]

[purrtagonist]

It's fine. We'll find someplace more private next time.






[anyway, RIP Akira]

[parttimes]

[..... Wow.

Like.

That just gets a low whistle out of him.

RIP, Akira.]

[flyingsolos]

[ Rion may grumble and glare and be vaguely threatening, but that usually does the trick.

Now, though? Not only is Akira getting an unforgiving elbow in the ribs, but if he doesn't dodge, that's also a fist to the jaw following.

And then she's slipping off the bench to stalk away with only a warning glare if anyone so much as opens their mouth. ]

[purrtagonist]

[Akira probably could dodge, but this time, he totally isn’t. so there’s a sharp pain in his ribs followed by a neat right hook, and he is totally laid out onto the bench within seconds with a pained yell]

[ow]

[ow!!!]

[parttimes]

[O...uch.... Kou's definitely wincing (too far, the teasing went to far), but he'll let Rion cool off before he chases her down, since it's pretty obvious that's what she wants right now.

And for Akira, dryly:]

Doing a good job there with the wooing.

[WHAT A CHAMP.]

[purrtagonist]

[with a groan, he pushes himself back up again, hand pressed gingerly against his soon-to-be-bruised jaw]

Ow. . .

[. . . he probably deserved that. . .]

Not. . . my best showing. . .

[parttimes]

Not quite, no...

[Hm.]

There's definitely a blinding line of "do not cross" with Rion. In like, neon lights. Flashing.

[Which Akira just casually crossed.]

[purrtagonist]

[gives him a bleary look, Mr. DID I INTERRUPT CANOODLING??]

I’ll apologize later. . .

[after she’s cooled down]

[parttimes]

[It's a very fine line, and also Kou is privy to a lot more info than Akira is about Rion.

Which is why he just sighs, and:]

I probably could've kept my teasing to later too. [So she wouldn't have felt ganged up on. He pauses, and tilts his head at Akira, and adds a musing comment.]

But with what she deals with as an idol, some things are probably tougher to hear than others.

[Rion's stage persona is "flirty idol", but some of the shit she takes because of it is........ well. It's something to think about.]

[purrtagonist]

[Akira sighs softly, reaches for his glasses, and pops them back onto his features. he ducks his head and pushes the eyewear further up his nose, mumbling contritely all the while]

Yeah, yeah. . .

[he can make a solid guess in what Kou is talking about just based on what he has heard whispered behind Ann’s back. modeling isn’t the idol industry, but he imagines it’s similar. hm. bad]

[parttimes]

[... Poor Akira. Kou can tell just how contrite he really feels about it, so he doesn't have to really say anything else or possibly make the situation worse. He likes Akira a lot, after all, but for Rion...

Well.

It's fine, it's not necessary, it's obvious Akira legitimately does get what he's saying here. It was a joke that just accidentally soured the mood.

Akira's a good guy, huh?]

Anyway, she'll cool off. She'll probably even feel bad for punching you. [Rion's Rion that way.] Checking on her later will work.

[purrtagonist]

[he is pretty capable of owning up to his mistakes! he isn’t even making excuses, such as “I didn’t intend to imply something bad about her” or “it was just a joke.” he accepts things for what they are]

[a soft snort]

Any suggestions on how long I should wait?

[parttimes]

[Hmm...]

I'd give her a bit.

[Kou shrugs, and then stretches his hands over his head--he'll probably go check on her himself, because he knows she'll brood. Crushes are hard, aren't they...? Poor teens.

Kou thinks, like some sort of old man.]

She's got the worst temper of the entire club, y'know. [The cute genki idol... she's the one smacking people in the face for things.]

But she's the best at forgiving people, too. [Like the douchebag who did all of those horrible things to her--she still forgave him, even when Kou personally might not have.]

[purrtagonist]

[LIKE SOME SORT OF OLD MAN]

I just got punched in the face; I’ve experienced that temper firsthand.

[aha]

So. . . a day or two, give or take a few hours?

[parttimes]

[Ha... Poor Akira.]

Yeah, I think that's for the best. [A beat, and:] D'you need any ice or anything?

[purrtagonist]

Nah. I wear my battle wounds with pride, especially when I deserve them.

[he bounces back quickly]

[parttimes]

Fair enough.

[You won't get any arguments from him about that--and the fact that Akira bounces back so fast is honestly a good sign, because Rion will probably be broody enough for the both of them.]

In that case, I'm off--I've got some stuff to do still. [Like trying to find tea and how to make it out here in this mess.]