Ryou muttered under his breath, because muttering over his breath would mean there would be a possibility of the napkins flying off. He was balancing a tray with one hand, keeping the drinks somehow steady with the other, and glared daggers over it all once the people in his booth became visible. Not that it really helped. They were stupid like that. But at least once he got to the table, Tomonari stood up to help him distribute everything. Which there was a lot of. Geez, he was the teenager- why were they the ones eating the most?
The seat was plastic and uncomfortable, but there weren’t too many unidentifiable stains, so he sat down on it hard.
“What’s wrong?” Piped Tomonari (damn him), a question that was only answered with a low look and (sulking) drinks out of the soda cup. “… Aw, c’mon, Ryou. Don’t be like that. You lost the coin toss.”
“A coin only has two sides!”
“Yeah, it does. I’m… glad you know that-“
“There’s three of us here!”
“- You wouldn’t have made her get the food, would you?”
“Of course he would have,” Reiko murmured, eyes on her own burger. Uncaring. Tch.
He opened his mouth to tell her a thing or two about what he ‘would’ve had’ her do, but then the light hit just right and – time out. “What the…” He squinted, leaned across the table toward Reiko, who was eying him back as if she was about to punch him. Which would hurt. But he had to see-- “Are you wearing make-up?”
She really did punch him.
Tomonari (cackled) laughed in his seat, though he tried to stifle it when people began to look over; Ryou rubbed his now-bruised face, feeling heat rise up. In defense of his dignity, he started yelling – so she grew stormier and stormier – fries began to fly and tempers rose - and later, Tomonari tried to explain to the manager that it hadn’t been intentional, that they wouldn’t do it again, and they were all really, really sorry – really!
The fact that Reiko and Ryou kept on arguing during his plea made convincing the manager a bit hard, and when Ryou brought up why, exactly, make-up wouldn’t help cover that, anyway, (which made the manager – and Reiko - go red in the face and stand up straight, look Tonomari in the eyes – and Tonomari must’ve been the only one who had the sinking feeling in his stomach, go pale as the sheets in Ryou’s bed) it was even harder to convince him, after that, but at least he tried.
They still got kicked out and banned from every McDoodles in the city for a month.
.hack//g.u. -> ⌈73.⌋ Blush.
The seat was plastic and uncomfortable, but there weren’t too many unidentifiable stains, so he sat down on it hard.
“What’s wrong?” Piped Tomonari (damn him), a question that was only answered with a low look and (sulking) drinks out of the soda cup. “… Aw, c’mon, Ryou. Don’t be like that. You lost the coin toss.”
“A coin only has two sides!”
“Yeah, it does. I’m… glad you know that-“
“There’s three of us here!”
“- You wouldn’t have made her get the food, would you?”
“Of course he would have,” Reiko murmured, eyes on her own burger. Uncaring. Tch.
He opened his mouth to tell her a thing or two about what he ‘would’ve had’ her do, but then the light hit just right and – time out. “What the…” He squinted, leaned across the table toward Reiko, who was eying him back as if she was about to punch him. Which would hurt. But he had to see-- “Are you wearing make-up?”
She really did punch him.
Tomonari (cackled) laughed in his seat, though he tried to stifle it when people began to look over; Ryou rubbed his now-bruised face, feeling heat rise up. In defense of his dignity, he started yelling – so she grew stormier and stormier – fries began to fly and tempers rose - and later, Tomonari tried to explain to the manager that it hadn’t been intentional, that they wouldn’t do it again, and they were all really, really sorry – really!
The fact that Reiko and Ryou kept on arguing during his plea made convincing the manager a bit hard, and when Ryou brought up why, exactly, make-up wouldn’t help cover that, anyway, (which made the manager – and Reiko - go red in the face and stand up straight, look Tonomari in the eyes – and Tonomari must’ve been the only one who had the sinking feeling in his stomach, go pale as the sheets in Ryou’s bed) it was even harder to convince him, after that, but at least he tried.
They still got kicked out and banned from every McDoodles in the city for a month.