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[_bloodyrose]

So, this red head walks into the bar...*

Touga wanders in, his uniform jacket hanging open. He raises a thin eyebrow, smirks, and drapes himself in an artful pose in a chair close to the door. And takes a sip from a suddenly on hand glass of red wine.

"Ah."

Were you expecting surprise?

*Touga would like you to know he needs no OOM. His

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[la_calice]

The girl sitting at the bar sipping her tea, therefore, should also not be surprised.

And she isn't, really.

Instead, there is a groan.

"Oh, no. What are you doing here?"

[_bloodyrose]

He smirks and swirls his wine.

"Enjoying the view. What is an middle school student doing in a bar after hours, hmm?"

If this were anime, there might suddenly be a vase of white roses in full bloom on the table that disappears when the frame changes. Lucky this isn't an anime, huh?

[la_calice]

She snorts and brushes her hair over a shoulder with one hand.

"Enjoy it while you can, Mr. President. And I'm not a middle school student. I work here."

Just as long as he does not start throwing knives, we will count ourselves fortunate.

[_bloodyrose]

Tick tock, tick tock.

Beat.

"Ah. Really?"

Was that a train?

[la_calice]

She looks at him, an annoyed blush settling over her cheeks.

"Yes, really. Now why don't you head on back to your pet chairman? I'm sure he's missing you."

[_bloodyrose]

"Ah, but you took care of that, didn't you, Utena?" Touga addresses the wine glass, and doesn't seem to care about using personal names.

[la_calice]

She pales, suddenly.

"...I don't know what you're talking about."

But she sounds unsure.

[_bloodyrose]

Touga stands, and slowly, very slowly, walks to Utena. He looks down at her for a long moment with one of his intense, expressionless looks before pulling her to her feet and wraps an arm around her waist. His other arm is around her shoulders, and he tucks her head under his chin. His forehead rests on the top of her head.

"Utena."

His eyes are closed.

[la_calice]

For a second, she relaxes against him.

For a second, her hand is warm against his waist, and she takes a deep breath.

He smells like roses, and wine.

For a second, Utena's eyes close, too.

And then she tenses, again, and pushes him away, and her eyes are open and flashing.

"Don't touch me," she says, coldly.

[_bloodyrose]

Touga just looks at her.

"It wasn't a lie. What I told you."

[la_calice]

"Everything was a lie," she says, but without much conviction.

"That whole school was a lie."

[_bloodyrose]

He grasps her shoulders, and almost hisses, "not all of it." His expression is a jumble of intense feeling that doesn't fit right on his face.

He regains his composure and starts buttoning up his uniform. Collar first, working his way down.

[la_calice]

She stares at him, and doesn't even feel his fingers pressing into her arms until they're gone.

"I don't understand you," she says, finally, and crosses her arms.

The jacket gets eyed.

"But I see you've been having a nice time. Who was it this time? Miki-kun's sister again?"

[_bloodyrose]

"Of course. And Shiori. And two of the girls from class B."

All buttons done!

[la_calice]

"Well, don't let me keep you," she says, without backing down any furthur. And perhaps those blue eyes harden, just slightly.

"I guess it's nice to know that some things don't change."

[_bloodyrose]

He leans in close. Inches from her face.

"I strive to be something eternal."

He goes back to his wine glass and beautiful woman watching.