Snippet #2141769

"You.... I know what you are. Don't play dumb with me because you tried that already. Your a part of a secret project called the Ningen No Kami and you are created as a result of that project. You are "perfect" individuals, perfect in looks, certain talents, physically and pretty much everything. That's pretty much all I know." The boy was saying, answering Miki's question after a moment of hesitation. "But there is something I noticed..... You guys aren't as "perfect" as you seem. I don't know what it is but something seems a bit off.... Just a feeling. I don't know."

Riku stared at the boy, brows raised and eyes widened. His eyes darted back and forth from the boy to Miki. Seriously. Holey sh*t. He blinked a few times, unsure what to do or even how to react.

"We're not as 'perfect' as you think. So, what are you planning to do know? Report us to the cops? Capture us and sell us off? Or hand us into those callous scientists?" Miki had a strange grin on her face as she spoke. It kind of freak Riku out. "Or would you want to settle this right now?" She seemed way too serious, until suddenly adding in a little "Haha, just kidding."

Riku's raised-brow expression neutralized and he snorted lightly, as if he found the situation funny. "You guys are weird." He shook his head, moving a hand to tuck some strands of hair behind one ear, and giving a sweet smile - cute, yet dead and not reaching his eyes. "You sure interact weird, anyway. I don't really see the big deal unless you're planning on using this information for something, dude. And most of the options don't necessarily give you direct benefit, does it?" Riku shrugged, cocking his head to one side coyly and trying to analyze the situation in a way that it might possibly directly affect the other boy in a positive or negative way. Honestly, he couldn't think of much, unless some of the others had it set in their mind that they should enslave all regular humans or something. Which he found highly idiotic, especially when he wanted so much to be normal and blend right back into the background where no one looked at him unless out of distaste.

Looking over to Miki to try and distract his train of thought just in case later being able to determine an answer to the question of whether there would be a purpose for immediate action against the group. She was carving her number into a piece of cloth for the guy for him to call her to talk at a later date. It made sense, of course, seeing as Miki was giving off that sort of rushed vibe. She tossed the boy the cloth and snagged Riku by the arm quickly, pulling him along.

"We are in real sh*t, and it's not because of him, it's the lab, they're looking for us." Miki whispered in his ear. Riku's eyes widened a moment of the surprise, but his lids almost instantly relaxed. That guilty sensation dug deeply into the pit of his stomach again; the fact that he wasn't there and something had happened. He wasn't convinced that he would have been the biggest help, of course, but that was the lack of self esteem talking.

Miki halted, letting go of his wrist and facing him once they were out of the range of the other guy. "Oi, while you were out, we had some surprise guests stop by, the lab's goons, I suppose. Though the five of us barely scraped by, we did escape, and are going to meet at the main park at noon." She said. Riku's feeling in the pit of his stomach deepened with the confirmation that something indeed happened, and it wasn't good in the least. Miki gave a small pause, eyeing him.

"Geeze, you make me look underdressed. What have you been doing all this time Rikkun?"

Riku chewed his lip, pulling at the hem of the booty-short red overalls at the comment of his clothes, almost wishing he was wearing something a little more toned down, now. But suddenly she was grinning, eyeing his bags curiously as she stated the question about what he had been doing all this time.

He quickly changed position, hands on his hips defiantly and turning his body from her slightly so that the bags were on the side away from her. He wasn't too thrilled for her seeing the folder of pictures or the straightener, personally. While one was pictures of him completely cross-dressing, the other item still wasn't something he was proud of. A straightened was simply not on the list of manly cosmetic items - not that any cosmetic items could be considered manly, really - and also sort of conveyed the lower self esteem, if one thought about it, but he wasn't sure if Miki would really fully analyze it, of course.

"I told you, you seemed pissed off, so i was avoiding everyone cause i seem to just have that effect on people," He shrugged, trying to play it off like he didn't care that he was absent, didn't care about the statement of other people getting pissed off at him often, and didn't care about what he'd been doing all day. He gave a moment to consider that possibly this was the reason people got so pissed at him - all that not caring. "Anyway, so i had a favor i had to do and got that out of the way, and picked up a couple things. Might take me a while to figure out how to use the cell phone, though..."