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[the_cool_type]

Characters: Kyouya and OPEN
Location: Library
Time: Early Evening
Content: Kyouya trying to study...bug him.
Format: Third Person
Warnings: Kyouya...and more as they occur.

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[usedpoisonsting]

Sasori had been exploring the grounds, looking for places that would suit his desire for quiet spaces without many people; the library had thus far seemed to meet his needs rather well.

He'd just found an interesting art history book and was wandering back towards the entrance, engrossed in the tome's contents, when he'd heard some rather loud cursing from the table he'd been passing by.

He snapped the book in his hands shut in mild irritation, and looked at the source of the (presumably) vulgar language. "Really, this is a library. Speaking so loudly is terribly rude."

[the_cool_type]

Kyouya gave a sneer to the redhead. "Oh really, and what makes you think that I would care about what you would say." He had been here since classes had let out, the last thing he wanted to hear was some new kid saying he was speaking too loudly.

[usedpoisonsting]

Sasori didn't even blink. "Your behavior certainly shows a distinct lack of self-discipline, no matter who's pointing it out."

[the_cool_type]

"A lack of discipline? I would think a lack of discipline would be better than not knowing how to mind my own business."

[usedpoisonsting]

"You're the one calling attention to yourself with rude behavior. You should be grateful that I'm taking the time to correct it before you encounter someone whose opinion you value."

[the_cool_type]

"I can count everyone dear to me on one hand, You however are not among the ones counted. I couldn't really care less of what you think of me."

[usedpoisonsting]

"Hmm...I can see why it's such a small number, with that sort of attitude."

[the_cool_type]

"At least my friends aren't likely to rob a commoners gas station."

[usedpoisonsting]

"Commoners?" Sasori raised an eyebrow.

"Ah, I see. You must be one of those spoiled little rich brats who've never had to face any real hardship in their lives. No wonder you have no concept of appropriate behavior, your parents no doubt bought off anyone who'd object to it."

[the_cool_type]

Kyouya raised an eyebrow in answer. "Spoiled with no hardships? Hardly, you must be thinking of my brothers." Who did this person think he was, trying to act like he knew him.

"While I was apparently living the spoiled life you must have been the one blowing up poodles for sport."

[usedpoisonsting]

"Oh, my mistake," Sasori said, not sounding sorry at all, of course. "So which one were you then, if not the spoiled one? The one who couldn't measure up to your siblings' accomplishments? That would have been enough to cultivate such a poor attitude, I'm sure."

Blowing up poodles? He couldn't help but be amused. "And I'm afraid explosives are far too imprecise for my taste, but please, tell me what other ridiculous criminal activities I must have been engaged in during your difficult childhood."

[the_cool_type]

Kyouya clutched his hands at his sides. How dare he. "I surpassed them and became a useful member of society. Which is more than you could probably say about yourself." He knew he may have some problems, but they were not with his attitude.

[usedpoisonsting]

"So it's the resentment of having to suffer being surrounded by fools that's to blame, then?"

Sasori paused.

"Perhaps that's a reason I can understand," he said. "Such experiences are hardly confined to the wealthy."

He smirked. "As for myself, I suppose one could say that's the reason I'm here to begin with, although there is debate in some circles as to whether artists are considered useful members of society."

Sasori had to admit, even if this rich kid was disagreeable, he at least had enough wit to be interesting to argue with.

"Still, I'm not content to merely surpass fools. I won't be even close to satisfied until I reach artistic perfection and the whole world knows it."

[the_cool_type]

Kyouya perked up at that, anger pushed aside for the moment.

"Your an artist? What exactly is your art?" He was curious as to what the redhead had to offer to the artistic community.

"Reaching perfection is something I can understand. I will not be content until I become more powerful than my father.

[usedpoisonsting]

Sasori's eyes lit up at the chance to talk about his art.

"My art is puppetry. However, rather than traditional materials such as wood, I create what I call technopuppets using robotic construction techniques.

"What sets them apart from typical robots is their control mechanism. I use energy strings to control them, like so," he said, and dropped the book in his hands, only to snatch it midair with glowing blue streams of energy that emanated from his fingertips. "It's a synthesis of a traditional art of the past and the technology of the future that I devised myself."

He twitched his fingers, and the book floated smoothly back into his grasp. "Oh, it seems as though I've been rather discourteous. I'm Sasori Akasuna."

[the_cool_type]

Kyouya watched Sasori, genuinely interested in his puppetry. "That's...different." Not what he was expecting, but not exactly disappointing either.

"I've never seen anyone that could do something like that before." He was mildly curious how he could summon the strings but didn't feel like prying...today atleast.

Kyouya gave a slight inclanation of his head, acknowledging the others introduction. "It's a pleasure. Kyouya Ootori."