IN PROGRESS WITH GLEE~

[psychal_psycho]

Title: Namiki's taking EVERYONE on a date~
Characters: Namiki AND EVERY OTHER PERSON IN MAYO. ♥
Location: Cafeteria
Rating: XXX for.. No idea. ;D
Summary: Namiki is finding his lack of recognition with the folks of Malaise to be an eyesore. Hence, to remedy this problem, he makes his presence known.. On top of a cafeteria table.
Date/Time: Day 6/

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[hollowine]

Why did he always end up sitting next to the morons?

Usually he wouldn't sit next to anyone, but it was so crowded that an empty space was impossible. So he was seated squished uncomfortably between two people, eating as quickly as possible without choking to relieve himself of this situation. Maybe head to his room and hole up to read for the rest of the night. Being this close to people was awful, he couldn't stand it...!

When the skinny blond next to him had decided it was time to attract some attention, he was slightly grateful for the bit of open in the stuffy room, but mostly annoyed. This was the type of person he absolutely did not like.

Zexion, chin in hand, looked up with a peeved expression at the boy standing on the table in front of him, and then at the shoes so close to his 'food'. Sure, it was disgusting, but he had to eat this shit.

"Get off the damn table." He advised, a slight growl in his voice.

[psychal_psycho]

Perhaps it was best to assume the otherwise obnoxious male before him was likely not a fan, yet considering how he had managed to inhale the stuff...

Smiling down at him for a moment as he nearly glowed with a radiating charm, he resisted the temptation to boot his tray from the table. Instead, lifting a foot with an exaggerated manner, he planted it firmly against the other's head, leaning his weight against the subjected limb as he mused.

"Do you always bitch when you eat soggy balls?" he inquired with a cant of his head, a bored expression briefly dominating his features. Already he could tell he liked this character, his crabby reaction definitely received with delight. It was always nice to be aware he was getting beneath people's skin.. Especially the pretty ones.

".. How do you manage to see with your hair in your eyes?"

And my foot on your head~

[hollowine]

Angrily, Zexion grabbed the heel of the detestable boy's foot, pushing it up sharply and as far as his arm would go to throw him off balance; hopefully to make him fall down completely. That would be nice payback, and pretty painful, too - nobody booted Zexion and got away with it.

Releasing the shoe in midair, he scruffed his other through his bangs and then wiped down his face. Once rid of any dust or shoeprint that may have been on him, he made a harassed noise and scowled, otherwise refraining from answering.

[psychal_psycho]

Amused by the angry reaction - how else was someone meant to react when they found a foot planted in their face - Namiki stumbled but manage to regain his balance, making quite a demonstration as his arms lifted from his sides. With a mock display that he was only to lose it again, bent forward in an exaggerated nature, he remained in such an awkward position as he simply gazed upon the other. And then coming upon his tip toes, hands pressed against his knees, he beamed whole-heartedly at the boy who seemed to want nothing to do with him.

"You didn't answer my question," he remarked with a broad smirk, reaching forward to brush the same hair from his company's face. Such a pretty visage to hide, despite how it seemed dirty with a scowl.

[nazonootoko]

"..."

Xemnas looked down at the plate of food with a look akin to disgust; wait, no it was -exactly- the expression the silver-haired man was wearing. So, instead of even touching his plate, he diverted his attention else where wondering if there were something else interesting to stare at. Or maybe an interesting conversation?

It seemed something was going on though when he suddenly noticed that someone had apparently decided to...stand on the table? Xemnas shook his head; normally he would ignore such behavior but he found it a tad bit amusing. This person obviously wanted more attention and he wasn't getting any. He noticed that the only attention so far the boy had grabbed was only one person; and it did not seem it was going well.

"Hello there. Why are you...on the table?"

[psychal_psycho]

Where as Namiki may have been less successful with the given angst-bucket, apparently his place upon the table did attract more attention than he had wagered, he turning to regard the new company. Smiling with a nature entirely inviting, hands pressed against his hips, he'd simply shift into a crouch before helping himself to the other's plate.

That was to say, idly pushing one of the dumplings around.

"Why aren't you?" he asked with an absent air, eying a dumpling selectively before shooting it at a nearby individual. ".. Better yet, why are you trying to eat this slop?"

[piume_gialle]

Yumichika hadn't eaten since he'd arrived, he knew that was essentially the reason he was here, but had no intention of trying to stomach this soggy excuse for a meal. If they wanted him to eat, they really had to try harder. So instead he pushed his food around with his fork.

And he had actually noticed the boy on the table. But was trying his best to ignore the fool. How could one person be so completely idiotic, and have no thoughts for anyone else (and by this he meant himself) and how they wanted to be enjoying (or not) their meals. He was completely disgusted.

Namiki's clearly magical if he can talk to all these people at once.

[psychal_psycho]

While Namiki could often demonstrate an air of oblivion, if not stupidity, he had a certain awareness that often triggered when he felt he was becoming a hindrance. And far from pained by such realization, certainly fueled when this radar alerted his otherwise ignorant psyche, the strawberry blonde would definitely supply an encore to his performance.

Deciding it best to amuse this new company with his presence, he proceeded to march across the length of the table to stand before him. Hands on his hips and otherwise directly against the edge, legs parted, he smiled joyfully before waving.

"Something ugly under your nose or do you always look like that?"

[butterflysmoke]

It had been a long, long day. Any day with such an 'auspicious' beginning would be long, but nonetheless. The day was very dragging.

And so, hoping to, uh, relax over soggy dumplings (gah, they were completely wrong) he wasn't massively surprised by the sudden interruption in the form of a skinny blondish boy; it just, after all, fit the tone of the day.

Of course, somewhat prepared for a disruption or not, it was still surprising to have this tall boy dancing around on the table. That couldn't be hygienic, could it? And he was dancing rather dangerously close to his own plate. Wrong or not, it was still food and he wasn't unhungry.

Guarding the precious (haha) dinner with one arm, he tabbed dancing-boy's leg with the other.

[psychal_psycho]

Where as Namiki may have thought the can-can to be appropriate before this fine specimen of four-eyed proportions, it did appear that his considerations weren't shared. That did not, however, imply any intention to presently cease this display.

After a few dramatic instances later, and he amused by the thought of perhaps trampling the other's arm in the process of he hoarding his meal,

he didn't want them to take it from him anymore

Namiki dropped to the table with a plop, and draped his legs on either side of the other boy. Then leaning back upon his arms, he canted his head with a grin, only to reach forward and nudge the tray away from his groin. "If you want to suck on some soggy balls...."

[butterflysmoke]

He'd been expecting just a little attention, just for a second maybe, to ask sir Dancer if he could pretty please try dancing on the floor like most other people might think sensible to do. And to pretty please not tread on the tables with shoes on because it was probably unhygienic in some way, couldn't he at least just do it in socks or something? And sorry, sorry, for being a joy kill, but I've had a bad day and would really like to eat this weirdness in peace, there's other tables to waltz on, and the floor is likely to get you in trouble.

Watanuki, of course, has a bad habit of thinking all these speeches and explanations out and then having them thrown aside by the people they were to be directed at doing something or other. In this case, suddenly dropping down onto the table and scaring him out of his skin briefly. Sudden motions were not his friends.

Of course, the words needed computing too. Which, they didn't. "...sorry, what?"

[psychal_psycho]

It was certainly knew that Namiki wasn't managing to come through loud and clear with the boy in front of him, specifically when he was only some few inches away from his crotch. And while the temptation to roll his hips was immediate, he decided he'd save that selective gesture for someone he felt would definitely blow a circuit.

Someone such as.. Sir Fossil.

Entertained by the idea as he cast a quick glance about, he'd only gesture toward the tray once more. "I was saying, if you want to suck on some soggy balls..." Again another point to nudge the tray of loathing. ".. They could likely give you seconds."

What? Was someone to believe his were of a soggy quality? Certainly not. And he wouldn't soon offer ol' Four-Eyes a drop of his pants before he knew his name.

Not that it wasn't to say he didn't, having read his future. Susanne was a lovely name for such a wonderful boy.

[somewhat_daddy]

"Actually, this commoner food is quiet good!" Tamaki called in answer to Namiki, turning around to watch him. He had already finished his meal and happened to be at the table next to Namiki. He must have sat down before the boy. He certainly would have sat down next to him had he seen him. "Ah, hello again Monsieur Namiki!"

[psychal_psycho]

Immediately Namiki's features lit at the sight of the handsome blonde Prince he had previously courted, the strawberry blonde far from shy as he crossed to settle upon the other table. Walking along it's length before he'd come upon Suoh, he'd beam down good-natured to his friend before settling before him as he had the other boy.

With a leg on either side of Tamaki, Namiki seated upon the table before him - the tray consequently moved so he wouldn't have to sit in his empty dishes - he leaned forward upon his knees with a grin.

"Monsieur Prince, how delightful to see you. Lips still bruised, I see."

[somewhat_daddy]

Tamaki looked up at him, bending his head backwards to see him. He was currently sitted towards the aisle to address him before, after all.
There was a moment of a light blush before it was gone. "You caught me off guard with that sign of affection, monsieur Namiki."

[psychal_psycho]

With the safety that Tamaki wasn't about to face-plant into his lap - as delightful as that may have been - Namiki wasn't shy to scoot forward against his blonde company. Then finding his head leaned back, and indeed planted against his thighs, he'd only beam with private glee as he'd bend over his friend. Hands briefly traversing over his person before finding a means to lean upon, particularly against his own knees, he'd regard Tamaki directly in the face as he'd smile.

"Should I catch you off guard again, Monsieur Prince?"