Ryoma-Shiraishi log.
Private log. There is a tennis match. And a freak snow storm. And Ryoma is Annoyed. Etc.
I suppose I should've mentioned that there are PoT manga spoilers for the Fuji-Shiraishi match too. Just in case you're reading it and not yet up to speed or what have you.
Shiraishi: *Sits waiting at street courts, serenely plucking at his racket strings*
Ryoma: *is scowling because it's a little cold and he forgot mittens and a warm fluffy hat... oh yeah and he's heading into the lion's den or whatever, about to play a guy who's both awesome at tennis and possibly one step away from stalking him* ... *mutters when he arrives* Hi.
Shiraishi: *doesn't glance up* Ready to be crushed?
Ryoma: *narrows his eyebrows* Shouldn't you be asking yourself that?
Shiraishi: *looks at Echizen and slides a finger down his bandaged arm* No.
Shiraishi: *cocks his head and smiles* Your cheeks are red from the cold.
Ryoma: *rolls his eyes and sets his tennis bag down to dig through it* So what.
Shiraishi: *watches him* It's pretty.
Ryoma: *may or may not turn even redder - it's good he's still digging around for some balls* Shut up. I brought the balls.
Shiraishi: Oh really?
Ryoma: *bounces three in Shiraishi's general direction* Obviously.
Shiraishi: *catches them all on his racket* Does tennis feel ordinary to you now?
Ryoma: *frowns* Tennis is never just ordinary. Especially... when there's a good opponent to be beat. *tucks his racket under one arm and give Shiraishi a Look* It's not magical and unnatural anymore, though. Which is what you meant.
Shiraishi: Smart boy.
Ryoma: *makes no comment and instead heads straight onto the court* You can go first. You've got the balls.
Shiraishi: *picks one up and spins it in the air* Was supernatural tennis perfect?
Ryoma: *frowns* Never really thought about it like that. *tries to think back to his matches while under the influence of magic... he hadn't really lost any points or anything, had he?* Probably. If not, it was pretty close to.
Shiraishi: Perhaps you should've played me while you had that then.
Ryoma: *shakes his head* No. Serve.
Shiraishi: *stands up and moves to the opposite court* You'll give me first service.
Ryoma: I know. I said you could, already.
Shiraishi: Your mistake. *throws ball and serves, hard*
Ryoma: *maybe it was because oops service ace?* ...che. *prepares himself for real*
Shiraishi: *bounces second ball* I'd go easy on freshmen if I didn't know Kintarou.
Shiraishi: Besides, that's not what you want, is it.
Ryoma: *is in the zone now* Nope.
Shiraishi: *Serves fast*
Ryoma: *catches up to it and returns the ball, but Shiraishi ends up getting the point anyway, and soon the first game as well* Hm.
Shiraishi: Have you beaten Fuji Syuusuke?
Ryoma: We've never been able to play a game to completion. *frowns, because this fact annoys him like whoa*
Shiraishi: He's interesting but unmotivated. Are you underdeveloped, too, Echizen? *sharp smile*
Ryoma: *doesn't even both with glaring and instead bounces the ball calmly, until finally he catches it sharply in his hand and looks up, smirking* I think you'll find that I'm not. *twisto servvvves*
Shiraishi: *Tilts his head to let the ball whizz past* *Otherwise doesn't move* I hear your father was once a Pro.
Ryoma: *bounces the next ball* Yep. *serves*
Shiraishi: Do you think you've mastered the fundamentals?
Shiraishi: *spots line of serve and returns down left side*
Ryoma: You talk to much. *returns the ball successfully*
Shiraishi: *volleys* You entice me. *manipulates ball to spin slowly over net*
Ryoma: *can SEE the spin due to his excellent eyesight and volleys back* That word sounds gross. Just shut up.
Shiraishi: *ball flies just beyond reach* *stands up straight, narrowing eyes slightly*
Ryoma: Heh.
Shiraishi: *Adjusts racket in his hand* Let's play then.
Shiraishi: *Starts to play seriously but Echizen wins his service game*
Ryoma: *smiles a bit to himself, but the sun's going down already and it's getting colder quickly* *tosses a ball to Shiraishi and mutters* Getting pretty cold...
Shiraishi: Would you like your teddy and a blanket?
Ryoma: Shut up. I'm just saying. *rubs hands together for a moment*
Shiraishi: I'm sure you'd look adorable, curled up after a gruelling match.
Ryoma: I'm sure you'd look adorable nursing a bloody broken nose on the ground, too.
Shiraishi: Feisty.
Ryoma: Creepy.
Shiraishi: I'm sure Kintarou has a spare lionskin skirt if you'd like to experiment.
Ryoma: *doesn't even want to THINK about what he means by that* Whatever.
Shiraishi: That wasn't a no or a broken nose. *looks up at the sky curiously*
Ryoma: That was me ignoring you said anything. Are you going to serve or what?
Shiraishi: Maybe I want to prolong our special time together. *holds a hand out, palm up*
Ryoma: *squints a little* ...is it snowing?
Shiraishi: *lifts hand to his face and peers* ...Yes.
Ryoma: ...huh. *hesitates a little* We still playing or what?
Shiraishi: If you like. *Throws ball and serves*
Ryoma: *isn't quite ready but still returns the shot - damned if he's going to let Shiraishi get another service ace - and they play the game through until...* The snow's kind of... *squints, try to see through the suddenly thick snowflakes* ... it's hard to see the ball. *misses, and Shiraishi wins the game*
Shiraishi: *Wins that last point but skidded a bit on the wet sleet* Imperfect.
Ryoma: Mmm. *shakes the snow out of his hair* This is worse than the rain.
Shiraishi: *Looks at Echizen* Do you play in rain?
Ryoma: *shrugs, and puts his cold hands in his pockets* Sometimes.
Shiraishi: I imagine your clothes get as soaked then, as well.
Ryoma: ... yeah. It's kinda fun. But this is just annoying. And cold.
Shiraishi: *Walks to bench and picks up his team jersey* *Walks over and slings it over Echizen's shoulders* Tezuka would be torn between you wearing Shitenhouji colours or letting you catch flu.
Shiraishi: I think your well-being would win out, though.
Ryoma: *is tempted to shrug it off, but his well-being probably does win out* ...right. Thanks. I'd rather not keep playing though, if it's the same to you.
Shiraishi: I'd rather not break any bones, by slipping or your fist.
Ryoma: *laughs under his breath*
Shiraishi: *takes Echizen's racket and goes back to the bench, putting both back in their tennis bags*
Shiraishi: *shoulders Echizen's bag too* Come on.
Ryoma: *raises an eyebrow* ... what? Where are we going?
Shiraishi: Someplace dry and warm, though not much healthier.
Ryoma: *frowns* McDonald's? I don't want to... *tries to think of an excuse* I've gotta go home and feed my cat.
Shiraishi: *walks out of street courts with Echizen's tennis bag*
Ryoma: Hey. Give me my bag back. *follows by default*
Shiraishi: I saw you've got kittens.
Ryoma: Kaidoh-senpai does right now. They looked gross. What's it to you? I need my bag back.
Shiraishi: Is he keeping them or do you have a time-share?
Ryoma: His cat had them. I'm gonna get one when they've grown up enough. He's giving the rest away.
Ryoma: *hesitates for a second before grabbing Shiraishi's arm* Bag. Now.
Shiraishi: I've wanted a cat. *Shrugs bag off lightning-fast and holds it over Echizen's head*
Ryoma: Ask if you can have one then. *pauses and just looks at the bag for a moment* Are you kidding me? Stop screwing around and just give it to me.
Shiraishi: "Ask if I can have one", "Just give it to you". *laughs and swings bag teasingly* If you insist.
Ryoma: *isn't about to lower himself to trying to chase after the bag or jumping up to get it or anything* Stop it. You're impossible.
Shiraishi: *shakes snow off top of bag onto Echizen's head* You're short.
Ryoma: *ignores the snow* You're an asshole.
Shiraishi: You're Tezuka's prodigy. *Looks at him carefully*
Ryoma: You're still hanging my bag over my head. It looks retarded.
Shiraishi: *drops bag*
Ryoma: *jumps and catches it before it can either hit him in the head or hit the ground* Jeez.
Shiraishi: You're also Atobe's boyfriend. There must be something to you.
Ryoma: *scowls* If there is, it's not likely you'll ever get to see it.
Shiraishi: *looks back at the courts* If it hadn't snowed.
Ryoma: If it hadn't snowed I'd have beat you. *isn't totally sure about that but oh well*
Shiraishi: *looks back sidelong at him* ...I'll buy you a burger.
Ryoma: *rolls his eyes, but it really is freezing and the restaurant's right there and warm...* ...che.
Ryoma: If Karupin starves because I didn't feed him on time, it's your fault.
Ryoma: *heads towards McDonald's*
Shiraishi: Can I have a kitten?
Ryoma: I don't know. Ask Kaidoh-senpai.
Shiraishi: Don't you get equal say as grandparents?
Ryoma: I should. But he's already giving them to people. You might be too late.
Shiraishi: *goes into MacDs* Chitose would probably kill me for eating at a chain, but I want to feed you. *Cuffs Echizen's head* You need a growth spurt.
Ryoma: Get off me. I drink milk. I've grown two whole centimeters this year.
Shiraishi: I can tell you're an over-achiever. Do you finish two whole sentences at school too? *goes to counter and orders*
Ryoma: When I have to. Get grape Ponta.
Shiraishi: Say please.
Ryoma: ...Grape Ponta, please. *looks away and scowls at a random old lady*
Shiraishi: *random old lady is probably deeply offended and will go home to cry herself to sleep*
Shiraishi: *happily smiling and taking order on a tray* *Goes to empty table, taking a handful of sachets on the way*
Ryoma: *all-too-happily rips off the Shitenhouji jacket and sits down, sighing* Thanks, I guess.
Shiraishi: *sips soda* So where's the hat?
Ryoma: Forgot it. *munches on fries* I was gonna get my winter one but my dad came and bugged the crap outta me so I just left without it.
Shiraishi: I get to see your pretty hair.
Ryoma: *gives him a warning look* Pretty WET, you mean.
Shiraishi: Yes, you're all wet.
Shiraishi: *bites into a fry and winks*
Ryoma: *pretends he didn't see that and unwraps his burger* Idiot.
Shiraishi: We'll finish that match.
Ryoma: We'd better. I hate unfinished matches.
Shiraishi: I don't care. I want to see you panting on the ground.
Ryoma: ... *blinks and drops his food*
Ryoma: ...Well. Too bad.
Shiraishi: Snowflakes are decorative in the meantime.
Shiraishi: *reaches over and ruffles hair*
Ryoma: *bats his hand away* Would you stop that? I'm not a dog.
Shiraishi: Your hair is touchable. *eats burger, watching Echizen*
Ryoma: Your face is punchable. *is really lying - he isn't violent at all, really*
Shiraishi: *shakes hair out of his eyes* I'm sensing threatening you with a poison arm won't tone down your temper any.
Ryoma: Anyone who buys into that is more retarded than I can even imagine.
Shiraishi: *mildly* I care for someone who does.
Ryoma: Good for you. Take him out for burgers.
Shiraishi: *fixes gaze on Echizen* I'll do want I want.
Ryoma: Even if it makes me want to hit you over the head with something?
Shiraishi: *rests chin on hand* Are you ever not grumpy?
Ryoma: Yes.
Shiraishi: It seems sad in one so young. Maybe you need more toys, or friends.
Ryoma: I don't play with toys. I'm thirteen. And you're not my friend.
Shiraishi: *drops hand* I wouldn't be your friend.
Shiraishi: I'll be a rival, if you're worth it.
Ryoma: I have plenty of both. Rivals and friends. And sometimes they overlap. They usually overlap. So that... no.
Shiraishi: Then we should leave our match unfinished?
Ryoma: *scowl-pouts* No. No way. Didn't you hear what I said about unfinished matches?
Shiraishi: *Steals fries* Rivals then.
Ryoma: Che. Whatever. *moves his fries so they're less steal-able and eats a few while he's at it*
Shiraishi: You got a game. More than Fuji managed until he found his fire.
Shiraishi: *flashes a smile over his soda* Although I wasn't playing perfect tennis.
Ryoma: Hm. *downs half his Ponta* It's probably different, playing at Nationals and playing in early January in the freezing cold.
Ryoma: Besides, your tennis isn't perfect.
Shiraishi: *delightedly* You don't think so?
Ryoma: Even at Nationals it wasn't. Or... *thinks, swirling his drink around as he does so* Maybe what I mean is that even if it is perfect, that doesn't mean you're going to win all the time. Fuji-senpai's game was perfect - he didn't do anything wrong toward the end or anything - and you won anyway. *frowns*
Ryoma: There's perfection, and then there's strength... *shrugs*
Shiraishi: Fuji Syuusuke was good. Maybe the best I've ever played before.
Shiraishi: I didn't expect to go to tiebreak.
Shiraishi: *touches tip of bandage* But I won.
Ryoma: Yeah. You're... stronger. I guess.
Shiraishi: I'm a captain.
Ryoma: *rolls eyes* Like that means anything.
Shiraishi: *leans back in chair* Are you going to be one?
Ryoma: Like I'd like someone like Horio be captain. Possibly.
Shiraishi: It seems to be to your taste. *smiles*
Ryoma: ...yeah well. *looks away* I like people who are good at tennis. Usually.
Shiraishi: You said being captain didn't mean anything.
Ryoma: There's still a trend between being captain and being good.
Shiraishi: Right. Fuji wasn't captain material.
Shiraishi: *sucks on straw* Though he was good.
Ryoma: That's what I meant.
Ryoma: *sighs* You almost done?
Shiraishi: With you? No. *puts down soda* With this, yes.
Ryoma: What is that supposed to mean? You're not coming to my house. And that's where I'm planning on going next.
Shiraishi: Short-term.
Ryoma: Huh?
Shiraishi: Here. *waves jersey* If you're cold walking back.
Ryoma: ...I don't- What about you? Don't you have a train to catch?
Shiraishi: My plans are mine. You can take it or not. We can arrange to finish the match online.
Ryoma: *thinks about the symbolism behind the giving of objects that they learned about in literature class and eyes the jacket* Keep it. I'll be fine.
Shiraishi: *pulls jersey on* Chitose would like you.
Ryoma: Chitose annoys me. But why do you say that?
Shiraishi: Chitose likes annoyances. *ruffles hair again*
Ryoma: Chitose is weird. *gets up and throws out the tray*
Ryoma: Hey.
Shiraishi: Hm?
Ryoma: *looks outside* It's looking bad out there. Wherever you're going... be careful.
Shiraishi: You're cute. *shoulders tennis bag and walks out of restaurant, pausing at the door to wink*
Ryoma: Don't call me that. *follows after a few seconds, and makes sure Shiraishi's going in the opposite direction he's going in before leaving the restaurant for home... and feeding Karupin, who should be STARVING by now D:*
I suppose I should've mentioned that there are PoT manga spoilers for the Fuji-Shiraishi match too. Just in case you're reading it and not yet up to speed or what have you.
Shiraishi: *Sits waiting at street courts, serenely plucking at his racket strings*
Ryoma: *is scowling because it's a little cold and he forgot mittens and a warm fluffy hat... oh yeah and he's heading into the lion's den or whatever, about to play a guy who's both awesome at tennis and possibly one step away from stalking him* ... *mutters when he arrives* Hi.
Shiraishi: *doesn't glance up* Ready to be crushed?
Ryoma: *narrows his eyebrows* Shouldn't you be asking yourself that?
Shiraishi: *looks at Echizen and slides a finger down his bandaged arm* No.
Shiraishi: *cocks his head and smiles* Your cheeks are red from the cold.
Ryoma: *rolls his eyes and sets his tennis bag down to dig through it* So what.
Shiraishi: *watches him* It's pretty.
Ryoma: *may or may not turn even redder - it's good he's still digging around for some balls* Shut up. I brought the balls.
Shiraishi: Oh really?
Ryoma: *bounces three in Shiraishi's general direction* Obviously.
Shiraishi: *catches them all on his racket* Does tennis feel ordinary to you now?
Ryoma: *frowns* Tennis is never just ordinary. Especially... when there's a good opponent to be beat. *tucks his racket under one arm and give Shiraishi a Look* It's not magical and unnatural anymore, though. Which is what you meant.
Shiraishi: Smart boy.
Ryoma: *makes no comment and instead heads straight onto the court* You can go first. You've got the balls.
Shiraishi: *picks one up and spins it in the air* Was supernatural tennis perfect?
Ryoma: *frowns* Never really thought about it like that. *tries to think back to his matches while under the influence of magic... he hadn't really lost any points or anything, had he?* Probably. If not, it was pretty close to.
Shiraishi: Perhaps you should've played me while you had that then.
Ryoma: *shakes his head* No. Serve.
Shiraishi: *stands up and moves to the opposite court* You'll give me first service.
Ryoma: I know. I said you could, already.
Shiraishi: Your mistake. *throws ball and serves, hard*
Ryoma: *maybe it was because oops service ace?* ...che. *prepares himself for real*
Shiraishi: *bounces second ball* I'd go easy on freshmen if I didn't know Kintarou.
Shiraishi: Besides, that's not what you want, is it.
Ryoma: *is in the zone now* Nope.
Shiraishi: *Serves fast*
Ryoma: *catches up to it and returns the ball, but Shiraishi ends up getting the point anyway, and soon the first game as well* Hm.
Shiraishi: Have you beaten Fuji Syuusuke?
Ryoma: We've never been able to play a game to completion. *frowns, because this fact annoys him like whoa*
Shiraishi: He's interesting but unmotivated. Are you underdeveloped, too, Echizen? *sharp smile*
Ryoma: *doesn't even both with glaring and instead bounces the ball calmly, until finally he catches it sharply in his hand and looks up, smirking* I think you'll find that I'm not. *twisto servvvves*
Shiraishi: *Tilts his head to let the ball whizz past* *Otherwise doesn't move* I hear your father was once a Pro.
Ryoma: *bounces the next ball* Yep. *serves*
Shiraishi: Do you think you've mastered the fundamentals?
Shiraishi: *spots line of serve and returns down left side*
Ryoma: You talk to much. *returns the ball successfully*
Shiraishi: *volleys* You entice me. *manipulates ball to spin slowly over net*
Ryoma: *can SEE the spin due to his excellent eyesight and volleys back* That word sounds gross. Just shut up.
Shiraishi: *ball flies just beyond reach* *stands up straight, narrowing eyes slightly*
Ryoma: Heh.
Shiraishi: *Adjusts racket in his hand* Let's play then.
Shiraishi: *Starts to play seriously but Echizen wins his service game*
Ryoma: *smiles a bit to himself, but the sun's going down already and it's getting colder quickly* *tosses a ball to Shiraishi and mutters* Getting pretty cold...
Shiraishi: Would you like your teddy and a blanket?
Ryoma: Shut up. I'm just saying. *rubs hands together for a moment*
Shiraishi: I'm sure you'd look adorable, curled up after a gruelling match.
Ryoma: I'm sure you'd look adorable nursing a bloody broken nose on the ground, too.
Shiraishi: Feisty.
Ryoma: Creepy.
Shiraishi: I'm sure Kintarou has a spare lionskin skirt if you'd like to experiment.
Ryoma: *doesn't even want to THINK about what he means by that* Whatever.
Shiraishi: That wasn't a no or a broken nose. *looks up at the sky curiously*
Ryoma: That was me ignoring you said anything. Are you going to serve or what?
Shiraishi: Maybe I want to prolong our special time together. *holds a hand out, palm up*
Ryoma: *squints a little* ...is it snowing?
Shiraishi: *lifts hand to his face and peers* ...Yes.
Ryoma: ...huh. *hesitates a little* We still playing or what?
Shiraishi: If you like. *Throws ball and serves*
Ryoma: *isn't quite ready but still returns the shot - damned if he's going to let Shiraishi get another service ace - and they play the game through until...* The snow's kind of... *squints, try to see through the suddenly thick snowflakes* ... it's hard to see the ball. *misses, and Shiraishi wins the game*
Shiraishi: *Wins that last point but skidded a bit on the wet sleet* Imperfect.
Ryoma: Mmm. *shakes the snow out of his hair* This is worse than the rain.
Shiraishi: *Looks at Echizen* Do you play in rain?
Ryoma: *shrugs, and puts his cold hands in his pockets* Sometimes.
Shiraishi: I imagine your clothes get as soaked then, as well.
Ryoma: ... yeah. It's kinda fun. But this is just annoying. And cold.
Shiraishi: *Walks to bench and picks up his team jersey* *Walks over and slings it over Echizen's shoulders* Tezuka would be torn between you wearing Shitenhouji colours or letting you catch flu.
Shiraishi: I think your well-being would win out, though.
Ryoma: *is tempted to shrug it off, but his well-being probably does win out* ...right. Thanks. I'd rather not keep playing though, if it's the same to you.
Shiraishi: I'd rather not break any bones, by slipping or your fist.
Ryoma: *laughs under his breath*
Shiraishi: *takes Echizen's racket and goes back to the bench, putting both back in their tennis bags*
Shiraishi: *shoulders Echizen's bag too* Come on.
Ryoma: *raises an eyebrow* ... what? Where are we going?
Shiraishi: Someplace dry and warm, though not much healthier.
Ryoma: *frowns* McDonald's? I don't want to... *tries to think of an excuse* I've gotta go home and feed my cat.
Shiraishi: *walks out of street courts with Echizen's tennis bag*
Ryoma: Hey. Give me my bag back. *follows by default*
Shiraishi: I saw you've got kittens.
Ryoma: Kaidoh-senpai does right now. They looked gross. What's it to you? I need my bag back.
Shiraishi: Is he keeping them or do you have a time-share?
Ryoma: His cat had them. I'm gonna get one when they've grown up enough. He's giving the rest away.
Ryoma: *hesitates for a second before grabbing Shiraishi's arm* Bag. Now.
Shiraishi: I've wanted a cat. *Shrugs bag off lightning-fast and holds it over Echizen's head*
Ryoma: Ask if you can have one then. *pauses and just looks at the bag for a moment* Are you kidding me? Stop screwing around and just give it to me.
Shiraishi: "Ask if I can have one", "Just give it to you". *laughs and swings bag teasingly* If you insist.
Ryoma: *isn't about to lower himself to trying to chase after the bag or jumping up to get it or anything* Stop it. You're impossible.
Shiraishi: *shakes snow off top of bag onto Echizen's head* You're short.
Ryoma: *ignores the snow* You're an asshole.
Shiraishi: You're Tezuka's prodigy. *Looks at him carefully*
Ryoma: You're still hanging my bag over my head. It looks retarded.
Shiraishi: *drops bag*
Ryoma: *jumps and catches it before it can either hit him in the head or hit the ground* Jeez.
Shiraishi: You're also Atobe's boyfriend. There must be something to you.
Ryoma: *scowls* If there is, it's not likely you'll ever get to see it.
Shiraishi: *looks back at the courts* If it hadn't snowed.
Ryoma: If it hadn't snowed I'd have beat you. *isn't totally sure about that but oh well*
Shiraishi: *looks back sidelong at him* ...I'll buy you a burger.
Ryoma: *rolls his eyes, but it really is freezing and the restaurant's right there and warm...* ...che.
Ryoma: If Karupin starves because I didn't feed him on time, it's your fault.
Ryoma: *heads towards McDonald's*
Shiraishi: Can I have a kitten?
Ryoma: I don't know. Ask Kaidoh-senpai.
Shiraishi: Don't you get equal say as grandparents?
Ryoma: I should. But he's already giving them to people. You might be too late.
Shiraishi: *goes into MacDs* Chitose would probably kill me for eating at a chain, but I want to feed you. *Cuffs Echizen's head* You need a growth spurt.
Ryoma: Get off me. I drink milk. I've grown two whole centimeters this year.
Shiraishi: I can tell you're an over-achiever. Do you finish two whole sentences at school too? *goes to counter and orders*
Ryoma: When I have to. Get grape Ponta.
Shiraishi: Say please.
Ryoma: ...Grape Ponta, please. *looks away and scowls at a random old lady*
Shiraishi: *random old lady is probably deeply offended and will go home to cry herself to sleep*
Shiraishi: *happily smiling and taking order on a tray* *Goes to empty table, taking a handful of sachets on the way*
Ryoma: *all-too-happily rips off the Shitenhouji jacket and sits down, sighing* Thanks, I guess.
Shiraishi: *sips soda* So where's the hat?
Ryoma: Forgot it. *munches on fries* I was gonna get my winter one but my dad came and bugged the crap outta me so I just left without it.
Shiraishi: I get to see your pretty hair.
Ryoma: *gives him a warning look* Pretty WET, you mean.
Shiraishi: Yes, you're all wet.
Shiraishi: *bites into a fry and winks*
Ryoma: *pretends he didn't see that and unwraps his burger* Idiot.
Shiraishi: We'll finish that match.
Ryoma: We'd better. I hate unfinished matches.
Shiraishi: I don't care. I want to see you panting on the ground.
Ryoma: ... *blinks and drops his food*
Ryoma: ...Well. Too bad.
Shiraishi: Snowflakes are decorative in the meantime.
Shiraishi: *reaches over and ruffles hair*
Ryoma: *bats his hand away* Would you stop that? I'm not a dog.
Shiraishi: Your hair is touchable. *eats burger, watching Echizen*
Ryoma: Your face is punchable. *is really lying - he isn't violent at all, really*
Shiraishi: *shakes hair out of his eyes* I'm sensing threatening you with a poison arm won't tone down your temper any.
Ryoma: Anyone who buys into that is more retarded than I can even imagine.
Shiraishi: *mildly* I care for someone who does.
Ryoma: Good for you. Take him out for burgers.
Shiraishi: *fixes gaze on Echizen* I'll do want I want.
Ryoma: Even if it makes me want to hit you over the head with something?
Shiraishi: *rests chin on hand* Are you ever not grumpy?
Ryoma: Yes.
Shiraishi: It seems sad in one so young. Maybe you need more toys, or friends.
Ryoma: I don't play with toys. I'm thirteen. And you're not my friend.
Shiraishi: *drops hand* I wouldn't be your friend.
Shiraishi: I'll be a rival, if you're worth it.
Ryoma: I have plenty of both. Rivals and friends. And sometimes they overlap. They usually overlap. So that... no.
Shiraishi: Then we should leave our match unfinished?
Ryoma: *scowl-pouts* No. No way. Didn't you hear what I said about unfinished matches?
Shiraishi: *Steals fries* Rivals then.
Ryoma: Che. Whatever. *moves his fries so they're less steal-able and eats a few while he's at it*
Shiraishi: You got a game. More than Fuji managed until he found his fire.
Shiraishi: *flashes a smile over his soda* Although I wasn't playing perfect tennis.
Ryoma: Hm. *downs half his Ponta* It's probably different, playing at Nationals and playing in early January in the freezing cold.
Ryoma: Besides, your tennis isn't perfect.
Shiraishi: *delightedly* You don't think so?
Ryoma: Even at Nationals it wasn't. Or... *thinks, swirling his drink around as he does so* Maybe what I mean is that even if it is perfect, that doesn't mean you're going to win all the time. Fuji-senpai's game was perfect - he didn't do anything wrong toward the end or anything - and you won anyway. *frowns*
Ryoma: There's perfection, and then there's strength... *shrugs*
Shiraishi: Fuji Syuusuke was good. Maybe the best I've ever played before.
Shiraishi: I didn't expect to go to tiebreak.
Shiraishi: *touches tip of bandage* But I won.
Ryoma: Yeah. You're... stronger. I guess.
Shiraishi: I'm a captain.
Ryoma: *rolls eyes* Like that means anything.
Shiraishi: *leans back in chair* Are you going to be one?
Ryoma: Like I'd like someone like Horio be captain. Possibly.
Shiraishi: It seems to be to your taste. *smiles*
Ryoma: ...yeah well. *looks away* I like people who are good at tennis. Usually.
Shiraishi: You said being captain didn't mean anything.
Ryoma: There's still a trend between being captain and being good.
Shiraishi: Right. Fuji wasn't captain material.
Shiraishi: *sucks on straw* Though he was good.
Ryoma: That's what I meant.
Ryoma: *sighs* You almost done?
Shiraishi: With you? No. *puts down soda* With this, yes.
Ryoma: What is that supposed to mean? You're not coming to my house. And that's where I'm planning on going next.
Shiraishi: Short-term.
Ryoma: Huh?
Shiraishi: Here. *waves jersey* If you're cold walking back.
Ryoma: ...I don't- What about you? Don't you have a train to catch?
Shiraishi: My plans are mine. You can take it or not. We can arrange to finish the match online.
Ryoma: *thinks about the symbolism behind the giving of objects that they learned about in literature class and eyes the jacket* Keep it. I'll be fine.
Shiraishi: *pulls jersey on* Chitose would like you.
Ryoma: Chitose annoys me. But why do you say that?
Shiraishi: Chitose likes annoyances. *ruffles hair again*
Ryoma: Chitose is weird. *gets up and throws out the tray*
Ryoma: Hey.
Shiraishi: Hm?
Ryoma: *looks outside* It's looking bad out there. Wherever you're going... be careful.
Shiraishi: You're cute. *shoulders tennis bag and walks out of restaurant, pausing at the door to wink*
Ryoma: Don't call me that. *follows after a few seconds, and makes sure Shiraishi's going in the opposite direction he's going in before leaving the restaurant for home... and feeding Karupin, who should be STARVING by now D:*