LOG: [Thread] [Ryohei, Lissuria, anyone else] OPEN
WHO: Ryohei, Lissuria, whoever wants to come. Ryohei broadcasted his intentions of going karaoke to the world.
WHAT: KARAOKE~
WHERE: Karaoke bar near the mall near the Vongola offices
WHEN: November 3, Monday, around six in the evening.
RATING: PG, probably. Anything with Lissuria is PG.
WARNING(s): Lissuria and Ryohei together.
( Ring-ring-ring-ring ring-ring-ring-ring BANANAPHONE~ )
WHAT: KARAOKE~
WHERE: Karaoke bar near the mall near the Vongola offices
WHEN: November 3, Monday, around six in the evening.
RATING: PG, probably. Anything with Lissuria is PG.
WARNING(s): Lissuria and Ryohei together.
( Ring-ring-ring-ring ring-ring-ring-ring BANANAPHONE~ )
“Ok,” he answered, still a little sullen. That sounded easy enough.
“You like him.”
“Yeah.”
“As a friend?”
“Yeah.”
“How about as a boy--- girl--- a lover?”
“I dunno.”
“Yes or no.”
“I dunno!”
Tanda gave him an exasperated look. “Right, right, let’s delve into that.”
“… Ok,” Ryohei answered unhappily, slouching in his seat.
“Can you see yourself hanging out with him a lot?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you see yourself going out with him?”
“… Yeah.”
“Can you see yourself sharing a house, pets, and things with him?”
“… Maybe not the things. His clothes are confusing.”
“But the others?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“How about a lifetime?” And Ryohei knew that this question was important, so he pondered on it for a full three seconds before answering. The answer came easily enough.
“Yeah.”
“WHAT?” Kyosuke was at his collar, shaking him. “YOU DIDN’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.”
“I DID SO!” Ryohei howled, attempting to pry Kyosuke’s fists from his shirt because that was new and he didn’t want it to tear.
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“Senpai, if you know this, then what’s your problem?” Ken muttered, looking put out.
“Well I only found out now,” he muttered defensively.
“So what are you going to DO?” Ken was really good at this grilling thing, and his coach had called him a genius. It made Ryohei wonder a little how it would be like if they faced each other off on the ring one day. Although it was impossible because the kid was in another division entirely. Not that Ryohei would lose or anything.
“I dunno. He doesn’t want to talk to me and I dun wanna just bug him! Maybe at dinner? But I dun want Kyoko to see that….” His head hurt.
“You know what, Ryohei,” his coach said, adjusting his glasses. “I’ll give you the week off. Go fix your heart hurt.” Ryohei could have wibbled if he had been any less of a man.
“Um, thanks guys.”
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