[ It's telling of Miyuki's personality and how much of a rapport they built in being awful that Nonon does hold up her end of the bargain. It would've been too easy to write it off, to deem watching some baseball game a waste of time, but he actually listened to Beethoven without her having to blast it at him. Actions speak louder than words with music, and she has to respond with an answering phrase.
Of course, she should've expected Miyuki to pick a terrible game for her to watch, and she doesn't finish watching all of it (like hell she would), but she watched enough to get irritated and want recompense. She sends him a text, something along the lines of you owe me your time and a treat at honeybee's.
At whatever time they establish, Nonon arrives fashionable and punctual. The first thing she does upon seeing him is scrunch up her nose in disgust. ]
What is that? You've got to be kidding me. Who told you wearing your hat like that was okay?
[ Her own newsboy cap is perched cutely and properly on her head. ]
[ the text he'd gotten had been like a bolt to the heart... fall in love with baseball, nonon, so he can have a first baseman and a whole trio of terrible tiny pink-haired people...
okay, he hadn't expected that for a second. they can't all be winners! he hasn't given up yet, but he lets it go for now so he can sneak attack later.
today he'd bothered to wear clothes he'd wear if he were going home on the train, instead of lounging around the dorm. he'd actually brushed his hair... his eyes flick toward the brim of his dark green baseball cap, barely visible out of the corner of his eye, when she calls out to him, and frowns. ] I look totally fine, it's in fashion!
[ no it isn't.
he nears and considers twisting her hat for her so they can be two of a kind, but he's not suicidal. ]
[ Could the world handle Nonon as part of Seido? That's an existential question that Miyuki has to ponder deeply. If only Nonon would care about baseball.
It's also good that Miyuki has a sense of self-preservation because the look that she gives him is piercing. One hand on her hip, her other points accusingly at the offending bill. ]
Forget my fake confession ever happened! I'd never say anything like that to someone who thinks looking like a tool is in vogue. What is wrong with you?
[ It's an overreaction, but Nonon's a hat enthusiast. ]
[ they lost one small, pink and lethal player when ryosuke graduated... he'd take it.
he lifts his hand to shield his poor maligned brim from her accusatory finger. ]
There's nothing wrong with me! And I don't look like a tool. [ he does, but that's natural, the hat is just a bonus. ] But fine, consider this fake relationship over.
[ he pulls a face. ] Come on, I owe you lunch, don't I... you can pretend not to know me if you hate my hat so bad.
It's not your hat I hate, it's the way you're wearing it!
[ She is up in arms about it. Miyuki's lucky Nonon's so short because she enters his personal space and reaches to straighten his dumb bill. Why not look like a respectable member of society and not like whatever look he's trying to effect? ]
Let me fix it! Let me fix your entire wardrobe while I'm at it.
[ sadly for him, his first urge is always to let people into his space to do whatever they want, because he just takes whatever gets dished out. she's short, but not so short she can't get at the hat, and it does wind up straight on his head, though it kind of screws up his artfully tousled hair. ]
[ She huffs and fixes any part of his hair that sticks out way too much, but she's satisfied with his hat. Taking a step back, she crosses her arms and makes a show of looking him up and down. ]
Just about everything. The only thing that was fine from the start are your glasses. We'll work on it.
[ Not even asking Miyuki if he's okay with it like a considerate person would. ]
Especially since you gave me the worst game to watch. [ You bastard, her tone implies. ]
[ he scowls. ] I look fine, [ grumbled, because he really had thought he looked fine when he left the house. what kind of weird standards does she have!! ]
[ rolls his eyes. ] It wasn't the worst game, it was great, and the tie breaker replay the next day was super exciting!
[ She has too high standards that Miyuki has the misfortune to be held against. No one deserves how high maintenance Nonon is even as an ex-fake girlfriend. ]
You don't look fine, and what kind of person do you think I am that you'd think I have the patience for that? It dragged on way too long.
[ What are sports... she doesn't understand. At least in concerts, encores only happen because people are cheering actively for it. ]
he looks down at his loose gray sweater, sleeves pushed up, and jeans... besides the hat, he's pretty sure there's nothing objectionable going on here. ]
I do too look fine. [ he rolls his eyes. ] This coming from somebody who likes classical music, that's like the definition of dragging on too long. I thought you might appreciate the teeter-totter of the tie.
[ he crosses his arms over his chest because he, too, is six years old at heart. ] Yeah, yeah. Rag on a historical landmark of a game some more because you have no attention span, why don't you.
[ She stares back for a long moment before she bursts into laughter. She coughs after a particularly hoarse cackle and wipes away a nonexistent tear from her eye. ]
Oh, my, what a terrible fear. I'll keep it in mind. Because I'm so nice, I'll spare you and get a regular-sized parfait.
What are you going to do if something that actually eats people comes along?
Your mercy is appreciated. [ and he side-eyes her. ]
Be suitably freaked out, and let somebody else deal with it. I'm not delicious, though, no matter how good I look on the outside. I'm probably safe... unlike certain short girls who look like they have heads of cotton candy.
[ Nonon returns the side-eye. She can't honestly say Miyuki is unattractive, but she doesn't hear too many people admit that about themselves these days. ]
I know I look cute, but some people talk a lot about how I'm made of poison.
[ Her grin is wide. ]
They'd have a hard time getting me either way. Don't you know larger targets are easier to hit?
[ She turns and gives her order (a raspberry chocolate parfait) to the server at the counter and gives Miyuki a pointed look. ]
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action; hat reckoning day lmk if something needs to be changed!
Of course, she should've expected Miyuki to pick a terrible game for her to watch, and she doesn't finish watching all of it (like hell she would), but she watched enough to get irritated and want recompense. She sends him a text, something along the lines of you owe me your time and a treat at honeybee's.
At whatever time they establish, Nonon arrives fashionable and punctual. The first thing she does upon seeing him is scrunch up her nose in disgust. ]
What is that? You've got to be kidding me. Who told you wearing your hat like that was okay?
[ Her own newsboy cap is perched cutely and properly on her head. ]
action; we are totally fine
okay, he hadn't expected that for a second. they can't all be winners! he hasn't given up yet, but he lets it go for now so he can sneak attack later.
today he'd bothered to wear clothes he'd wear if he were going home on the train, instead of lounging around the dorm. he'd actually brushed his hair... his eyes flick toward the brim of his dark green baseball cap, barely visible out of the corner of his eye, when she calls out to him, and frowns. ] I look totally fine, it's in fashion!
[ no it isn't.
he nears and considers twisting her hat for her so they can be two of a kind, but he's not suicidal. ]
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It's also good that Miyuki has a sense of self-preservation because the look that she gives him is piercing. One hand on her hip, her other points accusingly at the offending bill. ]
Forget my fake confession ever happened! I'd never say anything like that to someone who thinks looking like a tool is in vogue. What is wrong with you?
[ It's an overreaction, but Nonon's a hat enthusiast. ]
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he lifts his hand to shield his poor maligned brim from her accusatory finger. ]
There's nothing wrong with me! And I don't look like a tool. [ he does, but that's natural, the hat is just a bonus. ] But fine, consider this fake relationship over.
[ he pulls a face. ] Come on, I owe you lunch, don't I... you can pretend not to know me if you hate my hat so bad.
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[ She is up in arms about it. Miyuki's lucky Nonon's so short because she enters his personal space and reaches to straighten his dumb bill. Why not look like a respectable member of society and not like whatever look he's trying to effect? ]
Let me fix it! Let me fix your entire wardrobe while I'm at it.
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[ sadly for him, his first urge is always to let people into his space to do whatever they want, because he just takes whatever gets dished out. she's short, but not so short she can't get at the hat, and it does wind up straight on his head, though it kind of screws up his artfully tousled hair. ]
What's wrong with my wardrobe?!
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Just about everything. The only thing that was fine from the start are your glasses. We'll work on it.
[ Not even asking Miyuki if he's okay with it like a considerate person would. ]
Especially since you gave me the worst game to watch. [ You bastard, her tone implies. ]
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[ rolls his eyes. ] It wasn't the worst game, it was great, and the tie breaker replay the next day was super exciting!
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You don't look fine, and what kind of person do you think I am that you'd think I have the patience for that? It dragged on way too long.
[ What are sports... she doesn't understand. At least in concerts, encores only happen because people are cheering actively for it. ]
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he looks down at his loose gray sweater, sleeves pushed up, and jeans... besides the hat, he's pretty sure there's nothing objectionable going on here. ]
I do too look fine. [ he rolls his eyes. ] This coming from somebody who likes classical music, that's like the definition of dragging on too long. I thought you might appreciate the teeter-totter of the tie.
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Classical music is classic for a reason! All compositions have a definite end. I don't appreciate however many more innings it went on for!
[ Her hands are now on her hips in puffed up offense. ]
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[ aaaand he's leaving her behind to go inside. ]
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[ And is he just going inside without her? How rude???!!! Her offended meter is off the charts.
She stomps after him. ]
Hey!
[ Yelling, not even caring that they've entered the establishment and are now in the presence of politer company. How very rude. ]
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[ grumbled low, but otherwise he ignores her, the same way he'd ignore sawamura. he pulls to a stop at the counter, and turns to look at her. ]
So? What do you want?
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She's glowering at him when he looks at her, and her nose is scrunched up in disdain. ]
I'm in the mood for a parfait. That one.
[ She points to the sign with this parfait listed. Her tone barely hints that she knows she's being unreasonable. ]
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he looks between the parfait and her tiny self a couple of times. ] That's not a parfait, it's an offense against nature. And it's bigger than you.
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It's a culinary masterpiece. Are you afraid of it?
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[ don't get carried away with horrifying mental images of the parfait being alive. ]
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Oh, my, what a terrible fear. I'll keep it in mind. Because I'm so nice, I'll spare you and get a regular-sized parfait.
What are you going to do if something that actually eats people comes along?
i sure love when notifs get lost in my inbox
Your mercy is appreciated. [ and he side-eyes her. ]
Be suitably freaked out, and let somebody else deal with it. I'm not delicious, though, no matter how good I look on the outside. I'm probably safe... unlike certain short girls who look like they have heads of cotton candy.
it was trying to save miyuki from sweets overload
I know I look cute, but some people talk a lot about how I'm made of poison.
[ Her grin is wide. ]
They'd have a hard time getting me either way. Don't you know larger targets are easier to hit?
[ She turns and gives her order (a raspberry chocolate parfait) to the server at the counter and gives Miyuki a pointed look. ]
i'm sure he appreciates the effort
[ he's pulling his wallet out as he pulls a face back at her, pausing to order for himself - coffee, a sandwich - and pay before he looks back. ]
Smaller target, but shorter legs. Are you sure you're gonna be able to run away fast enough?
[ and he breezes away to look for a table. ]
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Aren't you funny? I don't play sports, but that doesn't mean I let myself go to rot. I'm more than fit enough to outpace the weak.
[ Working to fight against parasitic alien clothes has to count for something. ]
Underestimate me at your own peril.
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he hums, amused, as he finds a table he likes. he pulls a chair out - for her, apparently, since he doesn't sit down. ]
I'd never underestimate you. I don't know if athleticism is going to work on a walking parfait, though.
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Miyuki's show of manners surprises a chuckle out of her, but she sits in it gracefully, too used to it. ]
You shouldn't underestimate my stomach for sweets either. I'd only need to eat a walking parfait.
[ It's a simple solution. ]
For how rude you are, it's cute how you know some etiquette.