RP with Toki.

[goravens]

He didn't like lingering in the showers after class, but there was no way he was going to let anyone see that stupid marking on his right shoulder. Dash grumbled as he stood under the shower, hot water long since run out and voices still echoing against the tile outside the plastic curtain

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[obentoki]

Toki grumbled as he walked through the halls, storming back towards the gym. Figures he left his wallet in his locker by accident, stuffed in amongst his t-shirt and sweat pants. He yanked open the door with more force than necessary, door-stopper clanging loudly in protest. Not paying attention to his surroundings he stormed over to his locker and started spinning the combo. There the bastard was.

[goravens]

A shock of phosphorescent orange hair and sullen red eyes caught Dash's attention and he cursed softly under his breath. Shit. Just grab his clothes, keep quiet, duck back into the shower to change. No reason to catch the little bastard's attention.

Even if yanking the locker door open sent it's contents spewing on the ground.

[obentoki]

Almost wouldn't have seen him, already half way to the door, but when the loud thump of stuff falling from a locker drew his attention Toki stopped with one foot cocked mid-step. Great, it was Baxter. Keep walking, Kinmuno.

...

Wait, not towards him! The door, idiot, door! "Baxter." Oh, Toki, you fail. "Heard you still have that gear thing."

[goravens]

Dash glared at Toki as he bent over to pick up the stuff. Spare football, gym bag, sneakers, all there. "Fuck off," he snapped. Dash tossed a spare shirt over his shoulder to hide the offending mark. Just had a towel on. Christ.

[obentoki]

Should just leave well enough alone, he knew, but couldn't help it. Had to stick his nose in anyway. "Lemme see," he demanded, moving closer and tugging at Dash's wrist over the mark. Ignore the lack of anything but a towel, please and thank you.

[goravens]

Cold metal pressed against his back as he tried to edge away from Kinmuno. He swatted at Toki's hand. "Fuck off." Would be easier to just shove him away or into a locker, but for some reason, all Dash could do was try to squirm away.

[obentoki]

"Later," Toki replied distractedly, bating at the hand that had hit his. Backing Dash into the lockers proved effective, his fingers closing over the t-shirt that was still draped over the taller boy's shoulder.

[goravens]

Dash scowled and yanked at the tshirt. "Will you just go away? You already saw it in the stupid game, now bug off instead of bugging me!" He didn't know why he didn't want Kinmuno to see it. Didn't want anyone to see it.

[obentoki]

"No." Managed to get the shirt aside just enough, just a brief glance at the swirling, intricate gear pattern just under Dash's clavicle. He supposed that was good enough. He took a step back and gave Dash an appraising glance. Long pause, Dash practically bristling under his scrutiny, then, "Izzy's worried about you, ya know."

[goravens]

"What?" His arms dropped to his sides, shirt falling to the floor. "What are you talking about?" he said softly.

[obentoki]

Turning his gaze back to the 'tattoo,' Toki ran his index finger down it as he lost himself in his train of thought. Where to start?

"I talked to the twerp and she said that you got a tattoo. Also mentioned locking yourself in your room. She's worried about you." He repeated, stumbling over his words. He wasn't very good at describing things.

[goravens]

He gave an involuntary shiver under the simple touch. Dash had to lick his lips before speaking. "Squirt's just overreacting like normal." Breath. Remember to breath.

[obentoki]

Fingers traced the concentric rings of gears, not really paying attention. Nail slid lightly over Dash's skin, pondering over... something. He couldn't quite explain it even to himself. He blinked and shook his head. Dammit, he'd gone into spacey-mode. Didn't usually do that in the middle of a conversation.

Dropping his arm back to his side awkwardly he took a step back, shoving his hands into his pockets in automatic defense. "She said you've been getting weirder and weirder for the past few months, but you got really bad right after you got rid of a bunch of computer stuff. Also mentioned date with Mei. How'd that go?"

[goravens]

His eyes slid half-shut as Toki traced the marks. Warm touch to counter the cold chill of the locker room, even through the barely dissipated steam from the showers. Something. About that touch. It was only when Kinmuno pulled away that Dash remembered to suck in a lungful of air. He turned quickly away, plucking the tshirt from the floor and yanking it over his head.

"I've been trying to catch up on shit," he said angrily as he got dressed. "And how bad that date tanked is none of your business." Dash turned around and jabbed a finger at Kinmuno's chest. "Izzy likes you for some reason. Fine. No problem with that, somebody else to play that stupid card game with her." Blue eyes narrowed in an intense stare as he leaned closer. "But whatever we got going on, whatever you wanna do to try to mess with my head, leave her out of it."

[obentoki]

Mind like a trap, closing around that bit of info and picking it to shreds. Would have to use that... but later. The odd sinking in his gut was a sharp counter point to his need to bug the shit out of Dash. Took another quick step away from Dash, eyes not quite making contact. "Ah, of course. Sure."

[goravens]

Dash blinked at the sudden agreement from Kinmuno. Wasn't expecting that. He looked off to the side, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just. Remember that. She's a brat, but a good kid." He turned around and flicked off the towel long enough to yank his boxers and shorts back on. Sneakers. Where the hell were his sneakers? Trying too hard to distract himself from Kinmuno.

"You okay?" he asked gruffly. "After that stupid game thing. Anything stick to you?"