[RP] Clockwise turned backward pt 10
y'know how it's like to have one parent mad at you but they won't say they're mad at you? Well. Yeah. Fun times. Very fun times another part of the RP. Um...where...Wisely is Allen's cousin, and works at a video game shop...and Lenalee's crushing big time on Anita *cough cough*
Warning(s): slight(??) OOC -ness, but then we don't know much about Wisely yet (er, we do but...I dunno how I captured him) If you read Psyren, he acts a little like the character Kabuto. (the guy with the headband)
Lenalee took her ice-cream with slightly shaking hands, and lightly licked at it, as she watched Allen and Anita interact through the corner of her eyes. Her blush increased with every sideways glance either of them sent her - especially Anita - and by now her hands were shaking so hard, she nearly dropped her ice-cream. But she caught it.
Even more flustered now - due to embarrassment that was entirely her own fault - the Chinese girl licked the small, stray dollop of ice-cream off the heel of her palm. Then, she remembered how Anita had...licked her makeup...off her face.....and, blushing worse than ever now, this time she DID drop her ice-cream, letting out a surprised squeak as she did so. Thankfully, she'd already finished most of it by now..
Allen immediately looked back over when he heard a squeak, and saw the ice cream fall to the pavement. Most of it was gone, but he saw her deflate just a little--and before he could even ask WHY she dropped it (though her blushing face was enough for him to make a pretty accurate guess) Anita was already tsking and shaking her head.
"Oh dear, are you okay?" He could tell she was teasing her, He could TELL--but she cast him a pleading look, and, well, what could he do? Nothing...not really. It wasn't like it was BAD, unless he wanted to go back on his own words (spoken or not) from earlier.
So he simply watched as Anita placed a hand on the girl's face and wondered, "You're awfully warm...are you sure you're okay? Would you like some more ice cream? I can buy you some, if you want?"
"I-I....no, thank you..!" Her voice came out much higher than she would have liked it to, and she mentally kicked herself. Then she mumbled, "I'd...probably just drop it again, anyway..."
Lenalee cast a pleading look at Allen, begging with her eyes for some hint of what to do. She was making an idiot of herself, she knew...but, there was nothing to be done about that. Not when Anita was right THERE, looking at her like THAT, with her hand on her face.
Allen noted Lenalee's desperate look, and pretended to glance down at his watch, "Er, yeah, besides--we're going to the arcade and I don't think they'd let us in there with ice cream."
Anita shot him a dirty look and he swallowed, but the look quickly turned friendly enough, "really? I could've sworn Wisely* was working today."
"He works at the petshop on Friday's." The words tumbled out before he could stop them, and Anita laughed.
"oh of COURSE yes, right, I forgot." She gave him a knowing look that--no he wasn't blushing--"Cross must've told you that too." Oh--Oh jeez, "Ah, well, it doesn't matter. I'm thinking about hitting the hay anyway--" She yawned, and it actually looked realistic--"I suppose I'll see you around dinner time, neh?" She cast a look back at Lenalee and smiled, eyes just a little softer, "And I hope I'll see you again? Allen, you shuold invite her over for dinner at least once~"
Before Allen could even agree to that statement, Anita had leaned down and planted a very soft kiss to the girl's check...dangerously close to the mouth. Too close, and Lenalee
*looked just about read to pass out, but Anita was already halfway down the street at that time, leaving Allen to, well, snap Lenalee out of it.
Lenalee blinked. Then blinked again. And one more time, then-
"Kyaaaaahh~!!!" she exclaimed, her face VERY nearly the shade of a tomato. "A-A-Allen....w-w...was that....is that how she NORMALLY is with girls she doesn't know...?"
She almost dared to hope that it wasn't - that she was...different. But she didn't let herself, not wanting to be set up for disappointment. It was...more than obvious that the poor girl was crushing - and rather severely, too - on Anita, and she didn't even bother to hide that fact from Allen.
Allen blinked, and cringed. Yes, Lenalee was...crushing...on Anita. Or developing a crush--or--"Well it means she thinks you're cute." He attempted to smile but he highly doubted it was registering in Lenalee's mind, "Though she DOES say that...to a lot of people. It's her job." That seemed to get through a little bit, and as much as he hated the fact that it hurt her, he wouldn't take it back. He didn't want her to get hURT after all and--
Well, "I could invite you over for Dinner when she's her. But I...don't want...so--I'll...talk to her about it? I'm sorry, it's just...it's her job. It's why she sleeps during the day and wakes up at like 6PM, makes us dinner, and then goes straight to work." he was about to apologize again, but Lenalee cut him off.
"Ohh....I see," Lenalee said softly, sighing. She'd figured as much, or course. Then, the other thing Allen had said, finally registered in her mind, and she couldn't help but perk up a bit.
"You'll..invite me over for dinner? While Anita's there? Really?" Allen had never had her over to his house - not since they were small children, at least, and Lenalee could barely even remember those times. Her smile grew just a bit brighter. 'And Anita will be there....'
Allen let out a chuckle that sounded a little more strained than he'd like it, "Um, well, I'll--have to ask her, because, um...my house is still kinda...off limits--y'know? Not that I DON'T want to invite you over," He held up his hands in defense, glad that he had finished eating his ice cream some time ago, "Just...yeah. I think it'd be nicer if we could all go out and eat, and then maybe you could...stop by. Just for a bit." He didn't want to say 'because that guy is there' because--well--he didn't want to talk about him anymore. Anita would surely understand, "I'll ask her tonight, if that helps?"
"Sure~" Lenalee agreed immediately, her mood having pulled a full one-eighty. "And....I might have kinda figured, about your house...you don't want me to meet him, right? Cross. That's what Anita said his name was."
She felt bad about bringing it up - almost - when she how how the mere name made Allen flinch. But, she'd put it together. Allen's stuttering, 'Cr-' - and all the other times he'd cut himself off after that certain sound. His face - or rather, the stricken look on it - when Anita had mentioned that name. It all made sense. And you can BET she'd be looking into it later.
Allen visibly cringed at that. He should have figured, even if she was happy, she'd pick up on something like that. He HAD known her since forever, after all, "Er, y-yeah that's...his name, but you...really don't want to meet him, if you can help it." He tried to smile but it looked so weak he HAD to drop it. And wonder what kind of face he had made when Anita had said that guys name--was it really that obvious?
He sighed instead, though, and shook his head, "Um, but, we'll worry about that later, okay? We can still go to the arcade and get some games in before lunch period, wouldn't you rather do that?" As fake as it sounded. AS FAKE as it sounded--it made him cringe, even, just a little bit, an action Lenalee was sure to pick up, but he didn't want to turn and look as he led her towards the one other alleyway they had to go through.
He just hoped Lenalee wouldn't look into it herself. He didn't think she'd like what she'd find.
Lenalee nodded, speed-walking a bit to catch up to Allen, and linking their arms together once more. She would DEFINITELY look into this later...and if she couldn't find anything herself, she was more than certain that Lavi could. He had his connections, as a Bookman, after all. And if he refused...then fuck it all, she would go to Allen's house, and find out herself.
They walked the rest of the way in silence, after that, not mentioning any of the things that both knew were now running through the other's head. Finally, they arrived, and Lenalee stopped Allen in front of the door.
"I'm sorry. ...for bringing it up, I mean. Let's just...forget about it all, today, okay?" She smiled warmly up at him.
Allen attempted yet another smile, and was glad when the result was a little better than the last one, "Yeah--no point in worrying about it now, right?" Because hadn't they skipped school to have FUN? It was an arcade! Arcades were meant to be fun! Not serious--
Speaking of which, as he pushed open the door to said arcade...was that music? And--it was...a little too crowded for this time a day.
...'Don't tell me'...he glanced at the register--no one was standing behind it, and--people started clapping, and there was a ridiculously loud and catchy music coming from the back, near where he was SURE the DDR machine was.
'Just great.' He had two guesses as to who it would be, and, as he led Lenalee (who looked thoroughly confused, but interested all the same) towards the back--well, he hated being right, as he saw an all too familiar person--white hair, plastered to dark skin, moving fast with the beat of the music, like an erotic dance (he cringed) and--he felt sorry for the girl he was going up against.
She was losing. Badly.
And the crowd, as always, was cheering for Wisely.
Lenalee's eyes went wide with wonder - and a bit of confusion, as to why Allen looked so...so....exasperated - as she stared at the new stranger. Whever he was....he kicked ass at DDR.
The Chinese girl felt the stirrings of competition in her gut - after all, she'd never been beaten, and so LOVED a good challenge - and she-
"Allen." She tugged on his sleeve, eyes not leaving the other white-haired young-man. "I want to VS him. Like....really badly. Who is he?"
"My--" but before Allen could even get a full sentence out, the music stopped, and while the girl keeled over in exhaustion (how many rounds did she DO?) Wisely, on the other hand, whipped around--like he KNEW he was standing htere--even though they were in the back of the crowd--and cried out the answer FOR him.
"COUSIN!~" And immediately people bolted to make room, and soon--soon Allen...had a problem. A problem attached to his middle, crushing him in a painful hug.
Lenalee took a step back - unlinking hers and Allen's arms - just a mere second before she would have been knocked down by...Allen's.......cousin??
Wait, what?
"Allen......" she started, her eyes going almost comically wide in her shock. "This is...your.......cousin..? You never told me you had a cousin..."
Allen let out a slightly pained laugh, petting Wisely's hair, just, well, to give his hands something to do, "Well...I didn't really figure it out till recently. Thought he was ly--" he gasped as the arms around him tightened, "T-Too--ti-ght--"
"How could ya not think I'm your cousin." Wisely whined into his chest, clearly drawing way too much attention and Allen didn't like it, "Jerk."
He cringed, "I'm not--um, I"m sorry?"
As always, that seemed to work, and immediately the white haired teen (copycat) looked up and smiled, "You'd better mean it now~ but anyways, what'cha doin' HERE? Aren't ya supposed to be in tha prison cell of intellectual knowledge?" he glanced at Lenalee in the same motion, "Oh? And who's the pretty chick? She obviously isn't yours or else some-one would get ver-y ma-ad~"
Then he let out a laugh that was all too loud, like it was his own personal joke (and he DID say it a lot), before standing up and patting him on the head, "Cuz whoever you are, m'names Wisely!~ An' lil' Allen here is my cousin, and I love 'im to death. Nice to meet you!" And he smiled that stellar smile and extended his hand towards Lenalee.
Who was obviously just a little more than stunned.
Lenalee could do no more than blink a few times, completely taken aback. Then, finally remembering her manners - as well as her resolve - she smiled back, and grasped his hand.
"No, Allen's...not my type," she denied, snickering. "He's my best friend. I'm Lenalee Lee. And...would you mind going against me? DDR, I mean. I've never lost once, and, well...you look like you know what the Hell you're doing. I like a good competition."
She stood there, beaming, as she waited for his answer.
Wisely raised an eyebrow at that, sizing her up in a way that was...actually appropriate. Allen sighed, mentally, but even IF it was appropriate it still meant, well, he was sizing her up to see if she was an adequate challenge or not, "Really now? Hm, now that's MY kind of challenge. Sure, let's give it go~" His smile turned a little sharp on the edges (some people whistling at that) "though I will say, yes I DO know what the /hell/ I'm doing." Then he turned on his heels and walked back to the machine, the girl he had gone up against, stumbling off, and casting Lenalee a supportive smile--
These people might BE prostitutes, but to hell if they acted like them after hours.
Warning(s): slight(??) OOC -ness, but then we don't know much about Wisely yet (er, we do but...I dunno how I captured him) If you read Psyren, he acts a little like the character Kabuto. (the guy with the headband)
Lenalee took her ice-cream with slightly shaking hands, and lightly licked at it, as she watched Allen and Anita interact through the corner of her eyes. Her blush increased with every sideways glance either of them sent her - especially Anita - and by now her hands were shaking so hard, she nearly dropped her ice-cream. But she caught it.
Even more flustered now - due to embarrassment that was entirely her own fault - the Chinese girl licked the small, stray dollop of ice-cream off the heel of her palm. Then, she remembered how Anita had...licked her makeup...off her face.....and, blushing worse than ever now, this time she DID drop her ice-cream, letting out a surprised squeak as she did so. Thankfully, she'd already finished most of it by now..
Allen immediately looked back over when he heard a squeak, and saw the ice cream fall to the pavement. Most of it was gone, but he saw her deflate just a little--and before he could even ask WHY she dropped it (though her blushing face was enough for him to make a pretty accurate guess) Anita was already tsking and shaking her head.
"Oh dear, are you okay?" He could tell she was teasing her, He could TELL--but she cast him a pleading look, and, well, what could he do? Nothing...not really. It wasn't like it was BAD, unless he wanted to go back on his own words (spoken or not) from earlier.
So he simply watched as Anita placed a hand on the girl's face and wondered, "You're awfully warm...are you sure you're okay? Would you like some more ice cream? I can buy you some, if you want?"
"I-I....no, thank you..!" Her voice came out much higher than she would have liked it to, and she mentally kicked herself. Then she mumbled, "I'd...probably just drop it again, anyway..."
Lenalee cast a pleading look at Allen, begging with her eyes for some hint of what to do. She was making an idiot of herself, she knew...but, there was nothing to be done about that. Not when Anita was right THERE, looking at her like THAT, with her hand on her face.
Allen noted Lenalee's desperate look, and pretended to glance down at his watch, "Er, yeah, besides--we're going to the arcade and I don't think they'd let us in there with ice cream."
Anita shot him a dirty look and he swallowed, but the look quickly turned friendly enough, "really? I could've sworn Wisely* was working today."
"He works at the petshop on Friday's." The words tumbled out before he could stop them, and Anita laughed.
"oh of COURSE yes, right, I forgot." She gave him a knowing look that--no he wasn't blushing--"Cross must've told you that too." Oh--Oh jeez, "Ah, well, it doesn't matter. I'm thinking about hitting the hay anyway--" She yawned, and it actually looked realistic--"I suppose I'll see you around dinner time, neh?" She cast a look back at Lenalee and smiled, eyes just a little softer, "And I hope I'll see you again? Allen, you shuold invite her over for dinner at least once~"
Before Allen could even agree to that statement, Anita had leaned down and planted a very soft kiss to the girl's check...dangerously close to the mouth. Too close, and Lenalee
*looked just about read to pass out, but Anita was already halfway down the street at that time, leaving Allen to, well, snap Lenalee out of it.
Lenalee blinked. Then blinked again. And one more time, then-
"Kyaaaaahh~!!!" she exclaimed, her face VERY nearly the shade of a tomato. "A-A-Allen....w-w...was that....is that how she NORMALLY is with girls she doesn't know...?"
She almost dared to hope that it wasn't - that she was...different. But she didn't let herself, not wanting to be set up for disappointment. It was...more than obvious that the poor girl was crushing - and rather severely, too - on Anita, and she didn't even bother to hide that fact from Allen.
Allen blinked, and cringed. Yes, Lenalee was...crushing...on Anita. Or developing a crush--or--"Well it means she thinks you're cute." He attempted to smile but he highly doubted it was registering in Lenalee's mind, "Though she DOES say that...to a lot of people. It's her job." That seemed to get through a little bit, and as much as he hated the fact that it hurt her, he wouldn't take it back. He didn't want her to get hURT after all and--
Well, "I could invite you over for Dinner when she's her. But I...don't want...so--I'll...talk to her about it? I'm sorry, it's just...it's her job. It's why she sleeps during the day and wakes up at like 6PM, makes us dinner, and then goes straight to work." he was about to apologize again, but Lenalee cut him off.
"Ohh....I see," Lenalee said softly, sighing. She'd figured as much, or course. Then, the other thing Allen had said, finally registered in her mind, and she couldn't help but perk up a bit.
"You'll..invite me over for dinner? While Anita's there? Really?" Allen had never had her over to his house - not since they were small children, at least, and Lenalee could barely even remember those times. Her smile grew just a bit brighter. 'And Anita will be there....'
Allen let out a chuckle that sounded a little more strained than he'd like it, "Um, well, I'll--have to ask her, because, um...my house is still kinda...off limits--y'know? Not that I DON'T want to invite you over," He held up his hands in defense, glad that he had finished eating his ice cream some time ago, "Just...yeah. I think it'd be nicer if we could all go out and eat, and then maybe you could...stop by. Just for a bit." He didn't want to say 'because that guy is there' because--well--he didn't want to talk about him anymore. Anita would surely understand, "I'll ask her tonight, if that helps?"
"Sure~" Lenalee agreed immediately, her mood having pulled a full one-eighty. "And....I might have kinda figured, about your house...you don't want me to meet him, right? Cross. That's what Anita said his name was."
She felt bad about bringing it up - almost - when she how how the mere name made Allen flinch. But, she'd put it together. Allen's stuttering, 'Cr-' - and all the other times he'd cut himself off after that certain sound. His face - or rather, the stricken look on it - when Anita had mentioned that name. It all made sense. And you can BET she'd be looking into it later.
Allen visibly cringed at that. He should have figured, even if she was happy, she'd pick up on something like that. He HAD known her since forever, after all, "Er, y-yeah that's...his name, but you...really don't want to meet him, if you can help it." He tried to smile but it looked so weak he HAD to drop it. And wonder what kind of face he had made when Anita had said that guys name--was it really that obvious?
He sighed instead, though, and shook his head, "Um, but, we'll worry about that later, okay? We can still go to the arcade and get some games in before lunch period, wouldn't you rather do that?" As fake as it sounded. AS FAKE as it sounded--it made him cringe, even, just a little bit, an action Lenalee was sure to pick up, but he didn't want to turn and look as he led her towards the one other alleyway they had to go through.
He just hoped Lenalee wouldn't look into it herself. He didn't think she'd like what she'd find.
Lenalee nodded, speed-walking a bit to catch up to Allen, and linking their arms together once more. She would DEFINITELY look into this later...and if she couldn't find anything herself, she was more than certain that Lavi could. He had his connections, as a Bookman, after all. And if he refused...then fuck it all, she would go to Allen's house, and find out herself.
They walked the rest of the way in silence, after that, not mentioning any of the things that both knew were now running through the other's head. Finally, they arrived, and Lenalee stopped Allen in front of the door.
"I'm sorry. ...for bringing it up, I mean. Let's just...forget about it all, today, okay?" She smiled warmly up at him.
Allen attempted yet another smile, and was glad when the result was a little better than the last one, "Yeah--no point in worrying about it now, right?" Because hadn't they skipped school to have FUN? It was an arcade! Arcades were meant to be fun! Not serious--
Speaking of which, as he pushed open the door to said arcade...was that music? And--it was...a little too crowded for this time a day.
...'Don't tell me'...he glanced at the register--no one was standing behind it, and--people started clapping, and there was a ridiculously loud and catchy music coming from the back, near where he was SURE the DDR machine was.
'Just great.' He had two guesses as to who it would be, and, as he led Lenalee (who looked thoroughly confused, but interested all the same) towards the back--well, he hated being right, as he saw an all too familiar person--white hair, plastered to dark skin, moving fast with the beat of the music, like an erotic dance (he cringed) and--he felt sorry for the girl he was going up against.
She was losing. Badly.
And the crowd, as always, was cheering for Wisely.
Lenalee's eyes went wide with wonder - and a bit of confusion, as to why Allen looked so...so....exasperated - as she stared at the new stranger. Whever he was....he kicked ass at DDR.
The Chinese girl felt the stirrings of competition in her gut - after all, she'd never been beaten, and so LOVED a good challenge - and she-
"Allen." She tugged on his sleeve, eyes not leaving the other white-haired young-man. "I want to VS him. Like....really badly. Who is he?"
"My--" but before Allen could even get a full sentence out, the music stopped, and while the girl keeled over in exhaustion (how many rounds did she DO?) Wisely, on the other hand, whipped around--like he KNEW he was standing htere--even though they were in the back of the crowd--and cried out the answer FOR him.
"COUSIN!~" And immediately people bolted to make room, and soon--soon Allen...had a problem. A problem attached to his middle, crushing him in a painful hug.
Lenalee took a step back - unlinking hers and Allen's arms - just a mere second before she would have been knocked down by...Allen's.......cousin??
Wait, what?
"Allen......" she started, her eyes going almost comically wide in her shock. "This is...your.......cousin..? You never told me you had a cousin..."
Allen let out a slightly pained laugh, petting Wisely's hair, just, well, to give his hands something to do, "Well...I didn't really figure it out till recently. Thought he was ly--" he gasped as the arms around him tightened, "T-Too--ti-ght--"
"How could ya not think I'm your cousin." Wisely whined into his chest, clearly drawing way too much attention and Allen didn't like it, "Jerk."
He cringed, "I'm not--um, I"m sorry?"
As always, that seemed to work, and immediately the white haired teen (copycat) looked up and smiled, "You'd better mean it now~ but anyways, what'cha doin' HERE? Aren't ya supposed to be in tha prison cell of intellectual knowledge?" he glanced at Lenalee in the same motion, "Oh? And who's the pretty chick? She obviously isn't yours or else some-one would get ver-y ma-ad~"
Then he let out a laugh that was all too loud, like it was his own personal joke (and he DID say it a lot), before standing up and patting him on the head, "Cuz whoever you are, m'names Wisely!~ An' lil' Allen here is my cousin, and I love 'im to death. Nice to meet you!" And he smiled that stellar smile and extended his hand towards Lenalee.
Who was obviously just a little more than stunned.
Lenalee could do no more than blink a few times, completely taken aback. Then, finally remembering her manners - as well as her resolve - she smiled back, and grasped his hand.
"No, Allen's...not my type," she denied, snickering. "He's my best friend. I'm Lenalee Lee. And...would you mind going against me? DDR, I mean. I've never lost once, and, well...you look like you know what the Hell you're doing. I like a good competition."
She stood there, beaming, as she waited for his answer.
Wisely raised an eyebrow at that, sizing her up in a way that was...actually appropriate. Allen sighed, mentally, but even IF it was appropriate it still meant, well, he was sizing her up to see if she was an adequate challenge or not, "Really now? Hm, now that's MY kind of challenge. Sure, let's give it go~" His smile turned a little sharp on the edges (some people whistling at that) "though I will say, yes I DO know what the /hell/ I'm doing." Then he turned on his heels and walked back to the machine, the girl he had gone up against, stumbling off, and casting Lenalee a supportive smile--
These people might BE prostitutes, but to hell if they acted like them after hours.