7:29 - Sorry Lam-chan, I told you, I'm just not that into you. hopefully someday you'll find someone that likes you like you like me :c
Chuckling with a satisfying grin, he clicked his phone to lock it and put it back in his coat pocket. He then took his cap off and ran a hand through his umber-brown hair, letting out a large breathy sigh. The stress of leading the group of rag-tag operatives was beginning to get to him now, and it wasn't like Naoya, their sensei, was being any help at all. The man offered very little in terms of out-of-field assistance, insisting that he was merely "An adviser to guide your way, not a babysitter to hold your hand." He reached a certain point of his walk to school in which he would always see a tattered old homeless man sitting on a street corner by his favourite American diner. Sure enough, there he was, sitting on the grass with his legs folded underneath him, mumbling in between swigs from a half full forty of beer. He absent-mindedly grinned, remembering the time he and Chiharu had stolen a cab sav from Haruo's parent's liqour cabinet, taken it to the forest and drank the whole bottle, then had to get Haruo's older sister to come pick them up.
“She was so mad...”' He thought, smiling.
Approaching the bus stop where he and Arisu usually met, he noticed she was facing away from him. “How the hell'd she get here first?” He wondered. He decided to sneak up behind her, pressing his hand down hard on her shoulder, he grabbed a pen from his pocket, clicked it loudly, and pressed it into her back. Making his voice as deep and gravelly as he possibly could, he said, trying not to laugh,
“Don't move."
Arisu's heart nearly jumped from her chest when she felt the weight on her shoulder, hearing the subtle click. For a moment, it felt as if she were paralyzed, her mind trying to frantically run through every course of action.
Of course, she felt very, very foolish a moment later when she heard the voice behind her.
“Don't move."
Maybe it was the ridiculous inflection. Maybe Arisu had been around Haruo long enough to distinguish his voice, no matter what trickery he tried to pull. But even if her friend had been able to sneak up on her, there was no way he'd be able to fool her, especially with that lackluster attempt.
Giving an exaggerated sigh, she raised her hands, turning around to face her fearsome adversary. Her gaze drifted downwards for a brief second, noticing the pen he held in his hand. "Oh, you almost got me. Were you going to scribble me to death if I didn't cooperate?" She asked wryly, a small grin appearing as she pushed the deadly murder weapon aside.
“No no no my dear, I was going to stab you. Let out all my Penned up aggression.” He said, snickering with self-satisfaction. "Though you have to admit, I had you there for a sec."
"Another lame pun like that, and I might just be doing the stabbing." Arisu retorted, "And it was hardly even a second! You just surprised me a little, I knew it was you from the beginning." Which might be a very slight fib.
She turned away, beckoning Haruo to follow as she started walking towards the street. They were both probably going to be a little late for the meeting. And speaking of... "So, what's this one about? I imagine it's a little important, since you don't really do meetings too often."
He followed behind her, walking at a brisk pace. “Yeah, it's about the two that Naoya told us about. I think it's time we approach them.
The two chatted a bit more before arriving at the school, and heading to the club room, where they found Kana and Koyama. “Hey you two, having a little pre-meeting meeting I see?”