RP LOG: Kirihara and Hiyoshi
Who: Kirihara Akaya and Hiyoshi Wakashi
What: Hanging out after school because, believe it or not, they can get along without trying to kill eachother.
Where: Kirihara's house
When: Today?
Hiyoshi: ~gets hit in the head with a videogame controller~ OW!
Kirihara: Oops! Forgot to tighten the wrist strap... *sheepishly grabs the wiimote and slips the strap around his wrist*
Hiyoshi: :\ 'Check your wiijacket' ~sardonic statement as that screen comes up on the television. Tightens his own remote and makes a swipe at Kiriahra's head~
Kirihara: Ow... hey, that didn't hurt that much. *smug, hooray rubbery cushion on wiimote jackets!* Let's play tennis!
Hiyoshi: Your head's just thick. ~moves wii curser and picks tennis~ We could do this outside. With balls. ~in the snow~
Kirihara: *shrugs, is sitting* It's too cold out, plus, my legs are sore from practice.
Hiyoshi: Did you up your weights again? ~is sitting next to Kirihara~ How much are you up to? ~not planning on upping his own weights REALLY~
Kirihara: *snorts and selects his Mii* Like I'd tell you, Hyotei.
Hiyoshi: I could just rip off your socks. ~picks the dorky mushroom Mii that Kirihara designed for him~
Kirihara: *squirms to make sure he's sitting on his feet so Hiyoshi can't reach* Just get ready to lose.
Hiyoshi: What was the count again? You're only up by one game since last time. ~will get Kirihara eventually~
Kirihara: So what? I'll kick your ass. *starts the game*
Hiyoshi: Good luck trying. ~readies to return Mii!Kirihara's serve~ Seaweed head.
Kirihara: I don't need luck when I've got skill! *kicks Hiyoshi's ass*
Hiyoshi: ~totally loses. Whatever, it's not REAL tennis~ Skill with a tiny pixilated chibi.
Kirihara: So? I still won!
Hiyoshi: ~eyeroll~ Uh huh. So you're two wins up. I'll get you for it.
Hiyoshi: ~smirk~ Gekokujou
Kirihara: *snorts* Sure. We'll see.
Hiyoshi: ~elbows~ I get first serve this time.
Kirihara: If you think that'll help. *is a master at wiiTennis*
Hiyoshi: ~has still beat him once or twice, will do it again! Not flukes!~ ~shrug~ It can't hurt.
Kirihara: I don't want to hear you crying after I beat you again!
Hiyoshi: Do I ever cry when you beat me? You're the screamer.
Kirihara: *turns a little red because it's true*
Hiyoshi: ~smirk, and oh look! His little wii won a game!~
Kirihara: *frowns* That wasn't fair.
Hiyoshi: You're the one who got distracted.
Kirihara: You cheated.
Hiyoshi: How was that cheating?
Kirihara: I dunno, you just did!
Hiyoshi: I did not!
Kirihara: Fine! Last round, we'll see who wins!
Hiyoshi: Gek- okay, yeah.
Kirihara: *starts the match*
Hiyoshi: ~totally defends against Kirihara's mii, but, okay, looses. Virtual tennis is hard. And no, Kirihara does not beat him ALL the time dammit~
Kirihara: YES! YES!! *jumps up and does a victory dance around Hiyoshi* In your face!
Hiyoshi: Your ass is? Yeah. ~leans forward, grips Kirihara's socks, and jerks~ Hah, you did add more weight.
Kirihara: *trips and topples over* Ow... *rubs his head*
Hiyoshi: Klutz. ~scoots backwards~ Work on your balance issues Kiriahra.
Kirihara: *makes a face at Hiyoshi and sits up* Don't go grabbing people's legs when they're walking!
Hiyoshi: Don't shake your ass in people's faces just because you won!
Kirihara: I wasn't shaking my ass!
Hiyoshi: Should I mimic your victory dance, Rikkai? You were shaking your ass.
Kirihara: I never shake my ass!
Hiyoshi: You always shake your ass, Rikkai. It's like watching some of my drunk senpai. Or a hooker.
Kirihara: Don't stare too much then, Hyotei.
Hiyoshi: Hard to look away when you're being so obvious, Rikkai.
Kirihara: *yawns* I don't feel like playing any more.
Hiyoshi: Shall I shut it down then? ~starts to turn off the wii~ Practie tough? ~is back to balls. Hates it~
Kirihara: Yeah, playing 3 sets is rough. And Buchou is a monster! I've never run so much in my life! *flops over onto the floor*
Hiyoshi: ~half tempted to teasingly offer a massage, but would never deliver, so doesn't~ At least you're playing.
Kirihara: *lifts his head up to peek over* And you're not?
Hiyoshi: ~scowls~ I'm a first year again. At Hyotei. It's different than at Rikkai. ~rubs at his forehead~ I've got over 160 people I need to beat into the ground before I can challenge a pre-regular and take their spot, and after that I have to work through around 100 pre-regulars. THEN I can challenge a regular. I'm playing, yeah, but it's mainly drills and clean up, I play when people of a higher rank aren't 'using the court'.
Hiyoshi: I can't even challenge right away, I have to wait for appointed days.
Kirihara: Pffft, that's so stupid. You can't even play tennis? You were a freakin CAPTAIN and you're picking up balls? That's so gay.
Hiyoshi: I'd say 'Atobe did it too' but, Atobe's always had his own way of dealing with things. ~like kicking out the former captain and paying off the institution. Smooth Atobe, really smooth~ I did it before. ~shrug~ And I can play tennis all I want in my free time.
Kirihara: It doesn't sound fair. You're better than the other ballbitches.
Hiyoshi: Which is why I don't have to play them before I play the pre-regulars. ~shrugs again~ Some of the pre-regulars will forfeit, especially after I start playing and establish myself at Hyotei Highschool. I beat them all into the dust before. And I'm a hell of a lot better than before, playing you helped. ~...not that he'd admi- damn he just did~
Kirihara: Hmm, still sounds stupid. Sounds like a waste of time. No wonder Hyotei sucks.
Hiyoshi: Hyotei rocks. ~pokes Kirihara in the leg~ We'll beat you this year. ~not~
Kirihara: Not if your best players are still scrambling after balls, you won't.
Hiyoshi: ~snorts~ Kabaji's already following Atobe around. And Ohtori's been playing doubles with Shishido over break.
Kirihara: What the hell, they its just you? Maybe you've gotten worse. *smirks*
Hiyoshi: Wanna take this outside, Rikkai?~kicks Kirihara in the shin~ Doubles players have 'special treatment' but Ohtori'll still have to beat his way to get the spot. Fuck if I know what's going on with Kabaji.
Kirihara: *grunts and rolls over* Nnn, too tired.
Hiyoshi: ~snickers~ Course you are. Should I leave and let you pass out then, wimp?
Kirihara: S'up to you. Wanna do my english homework before you go?
Hiyoshi: Sure, but if your teacher accuses you of cheating don't blame me. ~...~ ...~...whatever. It'll be easy~
Kirihara: *blinks* Seriously? That's so cool! Don't do it too good or else she'll suspect cheating.
Hiyoshi: Tch. Yeah. And write REALLY crappily. Don't forget to crumple this in a ball before turning it in. ~blinks at the homework~ ...are you in like, English 101?
Kirihara: ...Shut up and just do my homework.
Hiyoshi: Gonna shake me down for lunch money too? ~scribbles in a few answers~
Kirihara: You got any?
Hiyoshi: Don't make me kick your ass.
Kirihara: *laughs and rolls back over to watch Hiyoshi do his homework* I didn't think you'd actually do it.
Hiyoshi: Kick your ass? I so would. ~skips some questions, writes a crap sentence about wii!tennis, tosses it at Kirihara's head~
Kirihara: *doesn't bother to look it over, just tosses it over to his backpack* Thanks, Hyotei.
Hiyoshi: Don't expect me to do it often, Rikkai
Kirihara: Thank yooooou *grins at Hiyoshi*
Hiyoshi: You're not welcome. ~twitch, sudden urge to hit Kirihara welling, ruffles his hair violently instead~ I should probably go do my OWN homework.
Kirihara: Fine fine. Go home. Let's play tennis next weekend. I heard those Fudomine punks hang out at the street courts still.
Hiyoshi: Still? ...you're not after that redheads ass are you? ~starts getting his stuff, which isn't too scattered, it's mostly around his bag~
Kirihara: *cracks up* You sound like a chick.
Hiyoshi: O_o; What? How the fuck do I sound like a girl?
Kirihara: You jealous that I want to play tennis with someone that's not you?
Hiyoshi: >> No. ~Hey. Is SO better than Kamio~
Kirihara: Pffft. *snickers* Sure.
Hiyoshi: I'm not jealous of you playing Fudomine. ~grimace~ I'm just surprised you haven't secretly made plans to bash his brains out with your racket. ~there's a lot of hate~
Kirihara: Mm, maybe some day. *is comfy on his floor*
Hiyoshi: ~plants foot on Kirihara's stomach~ Uh huh. I'm not gonna be your alibi.
Kirihara: *laughs and shoves Hiyoshi off* Weren't you going home, Hyotei?
Hiyoshi: I'm going, I'm going. ~doesn't even wobble~ Have fun passing out, Rikkai. ~heads for the door, slipping the guest slippers off before grabbing his own shoes~ We're on for next weekend
Kirihara: *waves and rolls over for a nap on the floor*
What: Hanging out after school because, believe it or not, they can get along without trying to kill eachother.
Where: Kirihara's house
When: Today?
Hiyoshi: ~gets hit in the head with a videogame controller~ OW!
Kirihara: Oops! Forgot to tighten the wrist strap... *sheepishly grabs the wiimote and slips the strap around his wrist*
Hiyoshi: :\ 'Check your wiijacket' ~sardonic statement as that screen comes up on the television. Tightens his own remote and makes a swipe at Kiriahra's head~
Kirihara: Ow... hey, that didn't hurt that much. *smug, hooray rubbery cushion on wiimote jackets!* Let's play tennis!
Hiyoshi: Your head's just thick. ~moves wii curser and picks tennis~ We could do this outside. With balls. ~in the snow~
Kirihara: *shrugs, is sitting* It's too cold out, plus, my legs are sore from practice.
Hiyoshi: Did you up your weights again? ~is sitting next to Kirihara~ How much are you up to? ~not planning on upping his own weights REALLY~
Kirihara: *snorts and selects his Mii* Like I'd tell you, Hyotei.
Hiyoshi: I could just rip off your socks. ~picks the dorky mushroom Mii that Kirihara designed for him~
Kirihara: *squirms to make sure he's sitting on his feet so Hiyoshi can't reach* Just get ready to lose.
Hiyoshi: What was the count again? You're only up by one game since last time. ~will get Kirihara eventually~
Kirihara: So what? I'll kick your ass. *starts the game*
Hiyoshi: Good luck trying. ~readies to return Mii!Kirihara's serve~ Seaweed head.
Kirihara: I don't need luck when I've got skill! *kicks Hiyoshi's ass*
Hiyoshi: ~totally loses. Whatever, it's not REAL tennis~ Skill with a tiny pixilated chibi.
Kirihara: So? I still won!
Hiyoshi: ~eyeroll~ Uh huh. So you're two wins up. I'll get you for it.
Hiyoshi: ~smirk~ Gekokujou
Kirihara: *snorts* Sure. We'll see.
Hiyoshi: ~elbows~ I get first serve this time.
Kirihara: If you think that'll help. *is a master at wiiTennis*
Hiyoshi: ~has still beat him once or twice, will do it again! Not flukes!~ ~shrug~ It can't hurt.
Kirihara: I don't want to hear you crying after I beat you again!
Hiyoshi: Do I ever cry when you beat me? You're the screamer.
Kirihara: *turns a little red because it's true*
Hiyoshi: ~smirk, and oh look! His little wii won a game!~
Kirihara: *frowns* That wasn't fair.
Hiyoshi: You're the one who got distracted.
Kirihara: You cheated.
Hiyoshi: How was that cheating?
Kirihara: I dunno, you just did!
Hiyoshi: I did not!
Kirihara: Fine! Last round, we'll see who wins!
Hiyoshi: Gek- okay, yeah.
Kirihara: *starts the match*
Hiyoshi: ~totally defends against Kirihara's mii, but, okay, looses. Virtual tennis is hard. And no, Kirihara does not beat him ALL the time dammit~
Kirihara: YES! YES!! *jumps up and does a victory dance around Hiyoshi* In your face!
Hiyoshi: Your ass is? Yeah. ~leans forward, grips Kirihara's socks, and jerks~ Hah, you did add more weight.
Kirihara: *trips and topples over* Ow... *rubs his head*
Hiyoshi: Klutz. ~scoots backwards~ Work on your balance issues Kiriahra.
Kirihara: *makes a face at Hiyoshi and sits up* Don't go grabbing people's legs when they're walking!
Hiyoshi: Don't shake your ass in people's faces just because you won!
Kirihara: I wasn't shaking my ass!
Hiyoshi: Should I mimic your victory dance, Rikkai? You were shaking your ass.
Kirihara: I never shake my ass!
Hiyoshi: You always shake your ass, Rikkai. It's like watching some of my drunk senpai. Or a hooker.
Kirihara: Don't stare too much then, Hyotei.
Hiyoshi: Hard to look away when you're being so obvious, Rikkai.
Kirihara: *yawns* I don't feel like playing any more.
Hiyoshi: Shall I shut it down then? ~starts to turn off the wii~ Practie tough? ~is back to balls. Hates it~
Kirihara: Yeah, playing 3 sets is rough. And Buchou is a monster! I've never run so much in my life! *flops over onto the floor*
Hiyoshi: ~half tempted to teasingly offer a massage, but would never deliver, so doesn't~ At least you're playing.
Kirihara: *lifts his head up to peek over* And you're not?
Hiyoshi: ~scowls~ I'm a first year again. At Hyotei. It's different than at Rikkai. ~rubs at his forehead~ I've got over 160 people I need to beat into the ground before I can challenge a pre-regular and take their spot, and after that I have to work through around 100 pre-regulars. THEN I can challenge a regular. I'm playing, yeah, but it's mainly drills and clean up, I play when people of a higher rank aren't 'using the court'.
Hiyoshi: I can't even challenge right away, I have to wait for appointed days.
Kirihara: Pffft, that's so stupid. You can't even play tennis? You were a freakin CAPTAIN and you're picking up balls? That's so gay.
Hiyoshi: I'd say 'Atobe did it too' but, Atobe's always had his own way of dealing with things. ~like kicking out the former captain and paying off the institution. Smooth Atobe, really smooth~ I did it before. ~shrug~ And I can play tennis all I want in my free time.
Kirihara: It doesn't sound fair. You're better than the other ballbitches.
Hiyoshi: Which is why I don't have to play them before I play the pre-regulars. ~shrugs again~ Some of the pre-regulars will forfeit, especially after I start playing and establish myself at Hyotei Highschool. I beat them all into the dust before. And I'm a hell of a lot better than before, playing you helped. ~...not that he'd admi- damn he just did~
Kirihara: Hmm, still sounds stupid. Sounds like a waste of time. No wonder Hyotei sucks.
Hiyoshi: Hyotei rocks. ~pokes Kirihara in the leg~ We'll beat you this year. ~not~
Kirihara: Not if your best players are still scrambling after balls, you won't.
Hiyoshi: ~snorts~ Kabaji's already following Atobe around. And Ohtori's been playing doubles with Shishido over break.
Kirihara: What the hell, they its just you? Maybe you've gotten worse. *smirks*
Hiyoshi: Wanna take this outside, Rikkai?~kicks Kirihara in the shin~ Doubles players have 'special treatment' but Ohtori'll still have to beat his way to get the spot. Fuck if I know what's going on with Kabaji.
Kirihara: *grunts and rolls over* Nnn, too tired.
Hiyoshi: ~snickers~ Course you are. Should I leave and let you pass out then, wimp?
Kirihara: S'up to you. Wanna do my english homework before you go?
Hiyoshi: Sure, but if your teacher accuses you of cheating don't blame me. ~...~ ...~...whatever. It'll be easy~
Kirihara: *blinks* Seriously? That's so cool! Don't do it too good or else she'll suspect cheating.
Hiyoshi: Tch. Yeah. And write REALLY crappily. Don't forget to crumple this in a ball before turning it in. ~blinks at the homework~ ...are you in like, English 101?
Kirihara: ...Shut up and just do my homework.
Hiyoshi: Gonna shake me down for lunch money too? ~scribbles in a few answers~
Kirihara: You got any?
Hiyoshi: Don't make me kick your ass.
Kirihara: *laughs and rolls back over to watch Hiyoshi do his homework* I didn't think you'd actually do it.
Hiyoshi: Kick your ass? I so would. ~skips some questions, writes a crap sentence about wii!tennis, tosses it at Kirihara's head~
Kirihara: *doesn't bother to look it over, just tosses it over to his backpack* Thanks, Hyotei.
Hiyoshi: Don't expect me to do it often, Rikkai
Kirihara: Thank yooooou *grins at Hiyoshi*
Hiyoshi: You're not welcome. ~twitch, sudden urge to hit Kirihara welling, ruffles his hair violently instead~ I should probably go do my OWN homework.
Kirihara: Fine fine. Go home. Let's play tennis next weekend. I heard those Fudomine punks hang out at the street courts still.
Hiyoshi: Still? ...you're not after that redheads ass are you? ~starts getting his stuff, which isn't too scattered, it's mostly around his bag~
Kirihara: *cracks up* You sound like a chick.
Hiyoshi: O_o; What? How the fuck do I sound like a girl?
Kirihara: You jealous that I want to play tennis with someone that's not you?
Hiyoshi: >> No. ~Hey. Is SO better than Kamio~
Kirihara: Pffft. *snickers* Sure.
Hiyoshi: I'm not jealous of you playing Fudomine. ~grimace~ I'm just surprised you haven't secretly made plans to bash his brains out with your racket. ~there's a lot of hate~
Kirihara: Mm, maybe some day. *is comfy on his floor*
Hiyoshi: ~plants foot on Kirihara's stomach~ Uh huh. I'm not gonna be your alibi.
Kirihara: *laughs and shoves Hiyoshi off* Weren't you going home, Hyotei?
Hiyoshi: I'm going, I'm going. ~doesn't even wobble~ Have fun passing out, Rikkai. ~heads for the door, slipping the guest slippers off before grabbing his own shoes~ We're on for next weekend
Kirihara: *waves and rolls over for a nap on the floor*