GENKI SILENT PROTAG. She'll probably strong-arm you into doing something ridiculous, and do so with the cutest smile on earth. She might also poke you with a naginata if you're a punk.
THE SASSY PROTAG. a phantom thief with a heart of gold. lives rebelliously and without regrets, though spends most of his time feigning a very unassuming persona. #nailedit
A true sunshine protagonist. Country bumpkin, slow on the uptake. Wants to be everyone's friend. Swordian Master of fire, incredibly hot-blooded. A GOOD BEAN. Please love him. He's my favorite and I am biased.
The original fabulous Tales science lady. Probably wants to dissect you pretty shamelessly. Loves and adores cute things. Inventor of the Swordians. Definitely the definition of Mad Scientist.
[she's not exactly sure what to make of it. it could be easily interpreted as just having the normal restrictions of a high school student.
but...
she's not sure, she feels like there's something a little deeper to it than just that. so she smiles at him, soft and almost... rueful? who even knows. it's hard to say exactly what that expression means. she barely knows him, after all.]
Well, I hope you'll be able to do that all the time sooner rather than later, then. You don't seem like the type that's meant to be held back.
[heck, he knows better than most that the world is full of arbitrary rules and thick, black lines that people are expected to follow. and no matter what Akira's more impulsive side might tell him to do, he has enough restraint to know when keeping his head down is far more important than his pride. than his freedom]
[. . . which is a bit infuriating, actually. but he isn't thinking about that now. rather, it's the ruefulness of her smile he catches, and his head tilts to the side slightly as his own expression softens a bit. not into something warm, no. but maybe something more wistful?]
[it's hard to say]
I'm doing pretty well for myself right now. [Phantom Thieves, and all that] But-- thanks.
[and then, lightly, tasingly]
Here's to hoping any weird looks and commentary you get for polishing off pastries so quickly stop, too.
[it's hard to say, and yet there's a strangely quiet understanding of the sentiment. she isn't sure what it is about him—but there's a strange spark there. whatever's under the hood, there's a lot more to this kid than he's letting on.
she won't pry, though. it's not her place to right now, even though the buds of a bond are blooming here.
which should be telling in itself, but there's more to be said before that can sincerely happen.]
It looks like we both have things to very fiercely fight for, huh? [she can take a cue, though. his tone shifts to something lighter and more teasing, and she goes along with it. they barely know each other, after all.]
[now all they have to do is come to some kind of deal or agreement and he can get a Confidant out of this--]
[either way? he lifts his hand, adjusts his glasses on his nose so the lenses catch the light and mask the sudden spark in his expression at those words. BOY. . . IS SHE RIGHT, without even knowing it]
I get the feeling any naysayer that stands up against you has no idea what they're getting themselves into.
[too bad she's not really looking to make deals, not specifically, at least. just a connection works for the sake of her social linking, so she isn't thinking that way at all.
whoops.
either way, she giggles a little. this a good and fair assessment, to be quite honest.]
[gray eyes blink at her slowly, and not even his glasses can hide the bemused expression within them. it's true, though-- she found herself a front row seat to that spark pretty quickly, likely because of how easy it was for her to fall into his banter. not many people get that so soon!!]
[but he also isn't sure what to say to that, and he isn't. always good with his words, so. in the end? he lifts a hand, tugs at his bangs a bit sheepishly, and shrugs]
he looks a bit sheepish and kind of flustered in some way, which... kind of makes her want to do that more? funny how that works, but it draws her to akira just a bit more than before.]
But you don't really seem like the type that's meant to just blend in, to me.
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. . . maybe your're just curbing some sort of pre-conceived expectation they have?
[he doesn't know, he isn't a mind reader]
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[she just does... what she wants.]
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That's probably for the best. Just do what you want to do, and don't worry too much about what others think.
[life philosophies!!]
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[it sounds like he knows a thing or two about it!]
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[that's a noise of confirmation as he drains the last of his coffee]
When I can, anyway.
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[she's not exactly sure what to make of it. it could be easily interpreted as just having the normal restrictions of a high school student.
but...
she's not sure, she feels like there's something a little deeper to it than just that. so she smiles at him, soft and almost... rueful? who even knows. it's hard to say exactly what that expression means. she barely knows him, after all.]
Well, I hope you'll be able to do that all the time sooner rather than later, then. You don't seem like the type that's meant to be held back.
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[. . . which is a bit infuriating, actually. but he isn't thinking about that now. rather, it's the ruefulness of her smile he catches, and his head tilts to the side slightly as his own expression softens a bit. not into something warm, no. but maybe something more wistful?]
[it's hard to say]
I'm doing pretty well for myself right now. [Phantom Thieves, and all that] But-- thanks.
[and then, lightly, tasingly]
Here's to hoping any weird looks and commentary you get for polishing off pastries so quickly stop, too.
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she won't pry, though. it's not her place to right now, even though the buds of a bond are blooming here.
which should be telling in itself, but there's more to be said before that can sincerely happen.]
It looks like we both have things to very fiercely fight for, huh? [she can take a cue, though. his tone shifts to something lighter and more teasing, and she goes along with it. they barely know each other, after all.]
I'll take on all my naysayers!
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[either way? he lifts his hand, adjusts his glasses on his nose so the lenses catch the light and mask the sudden spark in his expression at those words. BOY. . . IS SHE RIGHT, without even knowing it]
I get the feeling any naysayer that stands up against you has no idea what they're getting themselves into.
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whoops.
either way, she giggles a little. this a good and fair assessment, to be quite honest.]
Ehehe, I think you're probably right about that!
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It's a good first impression to make.
[. . .]
Second, actually. The vending machines were the first.
[lightly teasing!!]
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What kind of impression did the vending machines leave?
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You still have a long way to go before you max out your stealth stat.
[. . . YUP]
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[hm.]
I don't think I have a stealth stat. Is that like, a stealth parameter or something?
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[hm]
Technically I don't have one either, but that's neither here nor there.
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[is he that into thieves and things like that?
hmmmm...]
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[an innocent (tm) explanation]
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[she's just. kind of.
looking at him closely? yeah.]
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What is it?
[why is she looking at him like that!!]
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[maybe.
sorry, she sees through him because there's a spark there, much as he seems to be interested in hiding it.]
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[but he also isn't sure what to say to that, and he isn't. always good with his words, so. in the end? he lifts a hand, tugs at his bangs a bit sheepishly, and shrugs]
Thanks? I think. . . probably?
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[huh.
he looks a bit sheepish and kind of flustered in some way, which... kind of makes her want to do that more? funny how that works, but it draws her to akira just a bit more than before.]
But you don't really seem like the type that's meant to just blend in, to me.
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[AAAAND now we're back to the banter]
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sort of.]
Or an actor.
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Don't tell anyone, but it is my life long dream to become the next Hugh Jackman.
[. . . he picked a name out at random, there]
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