log: marui and ryoma
Who: Marui Bunta & Echizen Ryoma
When: April 4th
Where: A train for Tokyo
Summary: Marui needs some change of pace and decides to go to Tokyo, Ryoma is going back after meeting a potential sponsor. They didn't count on the train stopping in the middle of nowhere.
Warning/Rating: PG
Player Comments: Because trains running late is so common here.
Comments/Crits Allowed: Y
Marui sighed where he sat in the compartment on the train that would take him to Tokyo. It had been a tiring week, to say the least, with all this thinking, graduation and now working full time in the shop. So since he didn’t have any work the following day, he decided to leave Kanagawa for the night and go to Tokyo. Or, more close to the truth; his feet had decided for him, as he had just found himself at the train station, ticket in hand. Not that he knew what he would do once he got there, but he just needed something new.
He hadn’t expected the train to just stop between stations though, and not for so long. It had been an hour already. He let out another sigh, followed by a groan as he managed to hit his forehead on the seat in front of him. “Sorry,” he let out to the person sitting in the seat he had hit.
Echizen Ryoma had been in Kawasaki to meet up with a potential sponsor, and he had found the man's never-ending tirade about this and that and everything in-between excruciatingly boring. It was all he could do not to fall asleep right then and there, but somehow he had managed to stay awake through it all, and had then trudged himself down to the train station, found the right train, and boarded it.
Only to find that it wouldn't move.
He had completely lost track of time as he had finally dozed off, hands behind his head and cap pulled down over his face. He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep when something, a hit to his back, his sleep-muddled brain supplied slowly, had woken him up. He blinked, forcing himself to wake up more, and turned around to look over the seat at the passenger behind him. Oh. He recognized that guy. Vaguely.
"You'd better be."
Marui blinked. "Hey, you're Seigaku's brat." That got out quite rude, but as far as he knew, he was a brat. And it wasn't like the other had been particularly polite either. Not that he had any obligations to be, since he had bumped into his seat like that and everything, but that didn't mean anything. And by the looks of it, he had woken him up. That wasn't exactly weird, not with this train being all still and not moving the way it should be.
"... Maybe." Of course he was. That that stupid redhead even had to state the obvious was annoying. Ryoma frowned, pushing the cap further up with one of his fingers, golden eyes looking disapprovingly at Marui. "And you're... Someone." Rikkai, right? Maybe. Remembering faces and places had never been his forte. "Bubble gum, right?"
"Of course I'm someone." Wasn't everyone? But really, was the kid that bad at remembering people or what? He snorted with laughter at that last comment and that stare that clearly showed that he wasn't pleased. No, it wasn't weird that he got remembered by that. "Yep, that's me. Marui Bunta."
"... Volley player. Net and volley." With those strange techniques. It was weird - or maybe it said a lot about Ryoma as a person - that it was easier to remember the guy when remembering what kind of tennis moves he used.
"Serve and volley." the redhead pointed out. "But yeah." It wasn't like he needed to be reminded of who Ryoma was. Who'd ever forget that match? And it wasn't like he seemed to have changed much. Besides getting taller and all that, but that much was obvious.
Well, if you asked Ryoma, he could have gotten a lot taller. Sanada's height seemed like a good option. Or why not Chitose Senri's? Being stuck somewhere in the early 160-ties where centimeters were concerned was a major let down. Oh well. "So... You heading for Tokyo?"
Marui wasn't exactly pleased with his height either. Even though he had stated that he would get a lot taller, since the people in his family tended to be, even the women, he still stayed as short as ever. Even his mother was taller than him, and she wasn't what you'd call that tall. "Yep." He was heading for Tokyo alright. He thought he would have been there already, but apparently not. And it still wasn't like he knew what to do when he got off the train or anything. "You going home?" he asked, leaning his arms on top of the seat Ryoma was occupying.
The greenhaired boy nodded, sinking back on his seat. "Had some stuff to take care of," he shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes found the monitor in front of the car, where the current time was visible in green neon digital numbers, while an apologetic message scrolled below, explaining why they were held back. "So... What are you gonna do in Tokyo?"
"Like what?" Marui was a curious person, and so wanted to know more than just that little piece of information. His attention was diverted by the question he was asked however, leaning his head on his arms as he answered. "No idea. Just needed a change of pace and found myself going to Tokyo." Yeah, no clue at all.
"That's some serious waste of money if you don't even know where and why you're going," Ryoma pointed out, all too happy to keep the topic of the conversation on Marui there.
"Nah, I'll find something to do once I get there." When that would be, he had no idea. But they'd get there sometime.
"Wanna play a game?" Of course he had to ask that.
"Sure." He didn't mind that.
Ryoma smirked, glancing over his shoulder. Of course he couldn't see Marui; the seat was in the way, but it was the thought that counted. "As long as you're prepared to lose."
"Whatever you say, kid." Marui grinned, stealing the cap on top of Ryoma's head. "Though I don't play to lose."
"Hey!" He sat up on his knees, trying to reach the cap. The nerve of the idiot...! After flailing around unsuccessfully for a handful of seconds, Ryoma simply got out of his seat and moved back, plopping down next to Marui. "Give that back."
Marui laughed at the reaction that the younger gave as he took the cap. He put it on his own head, instead of doing what Ryoma had told him to. "Nope. Won't do that."
"Great, now it has your germs on it..." Looking positively sulky, Ryoma slouched over in the seat, arms again crossed and one leg haphazardly flung over the other. "Tell you what. If you win, you can keep it. It's not like I can wear it again before washing it anyway."
"What germs are you talking about?" Marui grinned, pushing the brim of the cap up just a bit as he leaned back in his seat. "Sure thing. But the washing-thing isn't needed. I'm germ-free."
"Right. Sure you are." This conversation had gone on long enough, Ryoma figured. The guy had stolen his cap and his attitude was annoying. Maybe he should just go back to sleep again, so that he'd be properly rested when the time came to wipe Marui's ass all over the courts. He squared his shoulders and closed his eyes pointedly.
"Don't be boring." Marui said, poking the younger's cheek with a finger. "Don't fall asleep." Yes, he was quite attention-craving, so he wouldn't let Ryoma fall asleep. "I know brats need more sleep, but you need to sleep now?" He poked the boy again.
He swatted at the hand as if to shoo an annoying fly away. "Would you stop that?" Grunt. He cracked one eye open and peered at the redhead. "Whaddya want?"
The redhead grinned and poked Ryoma once more. “Oh, nothing special. Just that you don’t fall asleep.”
"... But I want to sleep," Ryoma muttered, shooting him a somewhat nasty look. "You're annoying." Ever the polite one.
“So?” Marui pouted. “You still don’t have to sleep now. I’ll be bored.”
"How would that be any concern of mine? I totally don't care if you're bored or not."
"Oh come on," the redhead insisted. "you don't like to be bored, right?"
"No." And he failed to see Marui's point.
"Soooo, don't make someone else bored then." Marui poked the younger teen's cheek.
"You keep touching me," Ryoma grunted, again moving his hand to swat Marui's away. "And sorry. I'm boring company, okay? Deal with it."
"I'm just poking you." Marui stated, giving the cheek another poke just because of that complaint. "Yeah, you're boring alright."
Now Ryoma looked up and scowled. "I'm not boring!" But you just said you were, dear... "Fine. I'll entertain you. What you want me to do? Beat your ass in tennis? Something else?"
"And who's the one who just called himself boring?" Marui grinned. "And we can't play tennis in here, you know." Sort of short of space in a train. He grabbed his bag, checking what was in there. He carried so much things with him that he didn't even know himself.
Despite himself, Ryoma found himself peering curiously over Marui's shoulder. "What's with all that crap?"
"It's not crap," the redhead said, shaking his head. "It's all necessary things.” As if he had any use for bouncing balls that wasn't even whole.
"... Really?" Pointing on said rubber ball carcasses. Ryoma smirked and leaned back in the seat, hands behind his head. "Just hurry it up, okay? Or I'll seriously fall asleep."
Marui snorted. "Yeah. But I said," he poked Ryoma's cheek again, "no falling asleep." After rummaging through the bag for a little while longer, he pulled out something. "How 'bout cards?" He had found three different decks in the bag.
"Cards are lame." Anything that wasn't tennis was lame, however. "... Strip poker could be fun." In a train? "But I don't wanna get thrown out." Good boy. "So... Hell if I know." He shrugged.
"Depends on the game." And they probably would end up being thrown out if they played strip poker in the train. Though they were in the middle of no-where at the moment. "You check if there's anything you find interesting then." Marui put the bag on Ryoma's lap. Could always be something in there.
"What a bother..." He muttered to himself while digging through the bag, one part of him curious to see what junk the other boy could be carrying with him - heh heh, snooping around - while another part of him couldn't care less. After a while he shrugged, leaning back again. "Found nothing. But I was thinking. We could play poker. Just not strip. That cool with you?"
"Sure. Could do that." Marui moved a bit in his seat so that they could have somewhere to put the cards. He started to shuffle the deck.
Ryoma waited, and when his cards were handed out to him, he made a small face. They weren't overly good, but hey. He was pretty sure he could work with this. He shuffled them around in his hand, trying to think of a strategy. "I wonder how long we're gonna be stuck here..."
Marui laughed at the expression, looking down at his own cards. Well, he didn’t have much luck with his own cards either. “No idea. Hope it won’t be for much longer.” They had been stuck long enough already.
After a while, Ryoma realized that playing cards really wasn't one of his stronger points - they kept being pretty even, and if Ryoma wasn't on top of something, he figured something had to be wrong - but in spite of this, he found that he was actually enjoying himself. When the time came again, for the third time, for him to shuffle the cards, he was about to tell Marui that this was fun, but his words were cut short as the train suddenly gave a small jerk and then started moving, slow and sluggish at first. "... Huh."
Even though Ryoma hadn't had the time to say anything, Marui wasn’t dense enough to miss the expression on the younger's face. Well, he was having fun as well. When the train started to move, he almost fell out of his seat, but managed to catch himself. "Wow, we're actually moving again!" Somehow, with how long it had taken already, he had sort of expected them to be stuck for much longer. He grinned. "Looks like we're getting to Tokyo tonight, after all."
"Yay." Overly excited of this prospect he was not. Oh well... "Wanna go another round?"
"You look like you're not too happy that the train's moving again." Marui leaned his head against his seat, looking at Ryoma as he started to shuffle the deck again. It sort of worked as a 'yes'. "Nothing fun waiting?"
"Just my parents being lame." He shrugged. "Dad's trying to make me go pro, like, seriously, and yeah, I don't mind that. I mean... I want to. But mom's all got her panties in a twist because I'm dropping out of school and..." He sighed. "Wouldn't be surprised if they ended up getting a divorce or something. ... Why am I telling you this?"
"You're the one telling," Marui pointed out. He pulled up a leg on the seat. "so don't ask me." He shook his head. "Sounds sorta messy. Well, not like I can talk much about family-relations and all that, but yeah. Just.. do what you want to do, I guess."
"I want to say screw it and do my own thing..." But at the same time, he didn't. He wanted his parents approval, even if that was a new high on the lame scale, but... "Can we just play?"
Marui just nodded, handing the younger teen his cards. He knew there were times when you rather not talk about certain things. He himself had been avoiding taking up such things for so long after all. He looked at his own, failing totally at the thing called poker face. They were utterly terrible.
Noticing this, Ryoma smirked. "Mada mada dane." And then he resumed the game, all to happy to have it occupy his thoughts for the time being.
When: April 4th
Where: A train for Tokyo
Summary: Marui needs some change of pace and decides to go to Tokyo, Ryoma is going back after meeting a potential sponsor. They didn't count on the train stopping in the middle of nowhere.
Warning/Rating: PG
Player Comments: Because trains running late is so common here.
Comments/Crits Allowed: Y
Marui sighed where he sat in the compartment on the train that would take him to Tokyo. It had been a tiring week, to say the least, with all this thinking, graduation and now working full time in the shop. So since he didn’t have any work the following day, he decided to leave Kanagawa for the night and go to Tokyo. Or, more close to the truth; his feet had decided for him, as he had just found himself at the train station, ticket in hand. Not that he knew what he would do once he got there, but he just needed something new.
He hadn’t expected the train to just stop between stations though, and not for so long. It had been an hour already. He let out another sigh, followed by a groan as he managed to hit his forehead on the seat in front of him. “Sorry,” he let out to the person sitting in the seat he had hit.
Echizen Ryoma had been in Kawasaki to meet up with a potential sponsor, and he had found the man's never-ending tirade about this and that and everything in-between excruciatingly boring. It was all he could do not to fall asleep right then and there, but somehow he had managed to stay awake through it all, and had then trudged himself down to the train station, found the right train, and boarded it.
Only to find that it wouldn't move.
He had completely lost track of time as he had finally dozed off, hands behind his head and cap pulled down over his face. He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep when something, a hit to his back, his sleep-muddled brain supplied slowly, had woken him up. He blinked, forcing himself to wake up more, and turned around to look over the seat at the passenger behind him. Oh. He recognized that guy. Vaguely.
"You'd better be."
Marui blinked. "Hey, you're Seigaku's brat." That got out quite rude, but as far as he knew, he was a brat. And it wasn't like the other had been particularly polite either. Not that he had any obligations to be, since he had bumped into his seat like that and everything, but that didn't mean anything. And by the looks of it, he had woken him up. That wasn't exactly weird, not with this train being all still and not moving the way it should be.
"... Maybe." Of course he was. That that stupid redhead even had to state the obvious was annoying. Ryoma frowned, pushing the cap further up with one of his fingers, golden eyes looking disapprovingly at Marui. "And you're... Someone." Rikkai, right? Maybe. Remembering faces and places had never been his forte. "Bubble gum, right?"
"Of course I'm someone." Wasn't everyone? But really, was the kid that bad at remembering people or what? He snorted with laughter at that last comment and that stare that clearly showed that he wasn't pleased. No, it wasn't weird that he got remembered by that. "Yep, that's me. Marui Bunta."
"... Volley player. Net and volley." With those strange techniques. It was weird - or maybe it said a lot about Ryoma as a person - that it was easier to remember the guy when remembering what kind of tennis moves he used.
"Serve and volley." the redhead pointed out. "But yeah." It wasn't like he needed to be reminded of who Ryoma was. Who'd ever forget that match? And it wasn't like he seemed to have changed much. Besides getting taller and all that, but that much was obvious.
Well, if you asked Ryoma, he could have gotten a lot taller. Sanada's height seemed like a good option. Or why not Chitose Senri's? Being stuck somewhere in the early 160-ties where centimeters were concerned was a major let down. Oh well. "So... You heading for Tokyo?"
Marui wasn't exactly pleased with his height either. Even though he had stated that he would get a lot taller, since the people in his family tended to be, even the women, he still stayed as short as ever. Even his mother was taller than him, and she wasn't what you'd call that tall. "Yep." He was heading for Tokyo alright. He thought he would have been there already, but apparently not. And it still wasn't like he knew what to do when he got off the train or anything. "You going home?" he asked, leaning his arms on top of the seat Ryoma was occupying.
The greenhaired boy nodded, sinking back on his seat. "Had some stuff to take care of," he shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes found the monitor in front of the car, where the current time was visible in green neon digital numbers, while an apologetic message scrolled below, explaining why they were held back. "So... What are you gonna do in Tokyo?"
"Like what?" Marui was a curious person, and so wanted to know more than just that little piece of information. His attention was diverted by the question he was asked however, leaning his head on his arms as he answered. "No idea. Just needed a change of pace and found myself going to Tokyo." Yeah, no clue at all.
"That's some serious waste of money if you don't even know where and why you're going," Ryoma pointed out, all too happy to keep the topic of the conversation on Marui there.
"Nah, I'll find something to do once I get there." When that would be, he had no idea. But they'd get there sometime.
"Wanna play a game?" Of course he had to ask that.
"Sure." He didn't mind that.
Ryoma smirked, glancing over his shoulder. Of course he couldn't see Marui; the seat was in the way, but it was the thought that counted. "As long as you're prepared to lose."
"Whatever you say, kid." Marui grinned, stealing the cap on top of Ryoma's head. "Though I don't play to lose."
"Hey!" He sat up on his knees, trying to reach the cap. The nerve of the idiot...! After flailing around unsuccessfully for a handful of seconds, Ryoma simply got out of his seat and moved back, plopping down next to Marui. "Give that back."
Marui laughed at the reaction that the younger gave as he took the cap. He put it on his own head, instead of doing what Ryoma had told him to. "Nope. Won't do that."
"Great, now it has your germs on it..." Looking positively sulky, Ryoma slouched over in the seat, arms again crossed and one leg haphazardly flung over the other. "Tell you what. If you win, you can keep it. It's not like I can wear it again before washing it anyway."
"What germs are you talking about?" Marui grinned, pushing the brim of the cap up just a bit as he leaned back in his seat. "Sure thing. But the washing-thing isn't needed. I'm germ-free."
"Right. Sure you are." This conversation had gone on long enough, Ryoma figured. The guy had stolen his cap and his attitude was annoying. Maybe he should just go back to sleep again, so that he'd be properly rested when the time came to wipe Marui's ass all over the courts. He squared his shoulders and closed his eyes pointedly.
"Don't be boring." Marui said, poking the younger's cheek with a finger. "Don't fall asleep." Yes, he was quite attention-craving, so he wouldn't let Ryoma fall asleep. "I know brats need more sleep, but you need to sleep now?" He poked the boy again.
He swatted at the hand as if to shoo an annoying fly away. "Would you stop that?" Grunt. He cracked one eye open and peered at the redhead. "Whaddya want?"
The redhead grinned and poked Ryoma once more. “Oh, nothing special. Just that you don’t fall asleep.”
"... But I want to sleep," Ryoma muttered, shooting him a somewhat nasty look. "You're annoying." Ever the polite one.
“So?” Marui pouted. “You still don’t have to sleep now. I’ll be bored.”
"How would that be any concern of mine? I totally don't care if you're bored or not."
"Oh come on," the redhead insisted. "you don't like to be bored, right?"
"No." And he failed to see Marui's point.
"Soooo, don't make someone else bored then." Marui poked the younger teen's cheek.
"You keep touching me," Ryoma grunted, again moving his hand to swat Marui's away. "And sorry. I'm boring company, okay? Deal with it."
"I'm just poking you." Marui stated, giving the cheek another poke just because of that complaint. "Yeah, you're boring alright."
Now Ryoma looked up and scowled. "I'm not boring!" But you just said you were, dear... "Fine. I'll entertain you. What you want me to do? Beat your ass in tennis? Something else?"
"And who's the one who just called himself boring?" Marui grinned. "And we can't play tennis in here, you know." Sort of short of space in a train. He grabbed his bag, checking what was in there. He carried so much things with him that he didn't even know himself.
Despite himself, Ryoma found himself peering curiously over Marui's shoulder. "What's with all that crap?"
"It's not crap," the redhead said, shaking his head. "It's all necessary things.” As if he had any use for bouncing balls that wasn't even whole.
"... Really?" Pointing on said rubber ball carcasses. Ryoma smirked and leaned back in the seat, hands behind his head. "Just hurry it up, okay? Or I'll seriously fall asleep."
Marui snorted. "Yeah. But I said," he poked Ryoma's cheek again, "no falling asleep." After rummaging through the bag for a little while longer, he pulled out something. "How 'bout cards?" He had found three different decks in the bag.
"Cards are lame." Anything that wasn't tennis was lame, however. "... Strip poker could be fun." In a train? "But I don't wanna get thrown out." Good boy. "So... Hell if I know." He shrugged.
"Depends on the game." And they probably would end up being thrown out if they played strip poker in the train. Though they were in the middle of no-where at the moment. "You check if there's anything you find interesting then." Marui put the bag on Ryoma's lap. Could always be something in there.
"What a bother..." He muttered to himself while digging through the bag, one part of him curious to see what junk the other boy could be carrying with him - heh heh, snooping around - while another part of him couldn't care less. After a while he shrugged, leaning back again. "Found nothing. But I was thinking. We could play poker. Just not strip. That cool with you?"
"Sure. Could do that." Marui moved a bit in his seat so that they could have somewhere to put the cards. He started to shuffle the deck.
Ryoma waited, and when his cards were handed out to him, he made a small face. They weren't overly good, but hey. He was pretty sure he could work with this. He shuffled them around in his hand, trying to think of a strategy. "I wonder how long we're gonna be stuck here..."
Marui laughed at the expression, looking down at his own cards. Well, he didn’t have much luck with his own cards either. “No idea. Hope it won’t be for much longer.” They had been stuck long enough already.
After a while, Ryoma realized that playing cards really wasn't one of his stronger points - they kept being pretty even, and if Ryoma wasn't on top of something, he figured something had to be wrong - but in spite of this, he found that he was actually enjoying himself. When the time came again, for the third time, for him to shuffle the cards, he was about to tell Marui that this was fun, but his words were cut short as the train suddenly gave a small jerk and then started moving, slow and sluggish at first. "... Huh."
Even though Ryoma hadn't had the time to say anything, Marui wasn’t dense enough to miss the expression on the younger's face. Well, he was having fun as well. When the train started to move, he almost fell out of his seat, but managed to catch himself. "Wow, we're actually moving again!" Somehow, with how long it had taken already, he had sort of expected them to be stuck for much longer. He grinned. "Looks like we're getting to Tokyo tonight, after all."
"Yay." Overly excited of this prospect he was not. Oh well... "Wanna go another round?"
"You look like you're not too happy that the train's moving again." Marui leaned his head against his seat, looking at Ryoma as he started to shuffle the deck again. It sort of worked as a 'yes'. "Nothing fun waiting?"
"Just my parents being lame." He shrugged. "Dad's trying to make me go pro, like, seriously, and yeah, I don't mind that. I mean... I want to. But mom's all got her panties in a twist because I'm dropping out of school and..." He sighed. "Wouldn't be surprised if they ended up getting a divorce or something. ... Why am I telling you this?"
"You're the one telling," Marui pointed out. He pulled up a leg on the seat. "so don't ask me." He shook his head. "Sounds sorta messy. Well, not like I can talk much about family-relations and all that, but yeah. Just.. do what you want to do, I guess."
"I want to say screw it and do my own thing..." But at the same time, he didn't. He wanted his parents approval, even if that was a new high on the lame scale, but... "Can we just play?"
Marui just nodded, handing the younger teen his cards. He knew there were times when you rather not talk about certain things. He himself had been avoiding taking up such things for so long after all. He looked at his own, failing totally at the thing called poker face. They were utterly terrible.
Noticing this, Ryoma smirked. "Mada mada dane." And then he resumed the game, all to happy to have it occupy his thoughts for the time being.