RP Log
Who: Echizen Ryoma and Tooyama Kintarou
When: At the time of their little spat in this entry - http://gontakure.livejournal.com/2999.html#comments
Rating: PG
What: The fight that never really happened because they wanted burgers instead.
What an idiot, Echizen thought. He had been waiting outside a full twenty minutes for Tooyama, but there was no sight or sign of the vivacious redhead.
“Just as well,” Echizen muttered. Though he never backed down from a fight, he wasn’t exactly sure on how he was gonna pull that off either. Purely physical powers were difficult to use in any misleading sort of way. He supposed that suited Tooyama. Whatever. Tooyama was probably lost in town somewhere, taking out his rage on something inanimate.
It was too nice of a night to go inside just yet, so Echizen pulled his cap low over his eyes and settled down on a bench for a nice nap.
“Ha, thanks!” Kintarou told his clone who just rolled its eyes at him. Before Six disappeared into a puff of smoke, he said, “I bought them extra stale.”
Kintarou scratched his head as he put two whole takoyaki into his mouth with a contented sigh. Eating has always calmed him down. Good thing he thought of making a clone go to town to buy him these delicious balls from heaven before Echizen came and riled him up.
It arrived just in time.
But where was Echizen? He did hear right, right? He did tell him to “meet outside to settle things.” ...Whatever those things were. He’d already forgotten but he knew there was something.
A maze garden. Koshimae’s choice for a fighting ground’s weird, Kintarou pondered, shrugging. Whatever floats his boat, he supposed.
Heh. Maybe Echizen didn’t want to fight him after all. It wasn’t a secret that Kintarou was freakishly strong physically that it was a wonder students in the academy kept picking fights with him.
Detaching himself from the tree he’s been leaning on for more than half an hour, Kintarou stretched his cold muscles to release tension and decided he’d just take a walk. He remembered nighttime strolls in Osaka and felt a brief pang of longing. This almost felt like home, he thought with a sad smile, then added loudly, his lips curling into a smirk, “Only colder.”
Passing by the junior dorms, he eyed the closed entrance, half-expecting Echizen to suddenly burst out and jump him. But then he was a few feet past without a surprise attack so he just shrugged and walked on until the sports courts entered his view, fleetingly wishing he’d be given a chance to play now that he’s with people who were less fragile than normal humans.
“Eh?” Kintarou yelped as he spotted a sleeping form in one of the benches in the tennis court. Even with his face covered with his cap, Kintarou knew that small frame. “Koshimae!”
His call echoed through the empty grounds but didn’t seem to wake the fellow freshman up. He silently approached him, grinned when a thought occurred to him, took care to not step on twigs and leaves - forgetting the fact that his loud shout hadn’t been heard by Echizen. Keeping his excitement in check, he slowly padded over and when he was standing over the sleeping mutant, he pinched Echizen’s nose and snickered as he felt consciousness slowly return to the levitator.
Before he noticed the lack of air, Echizen felt an unfamiliar strength rushing into him. He snapped his eyes open, bolted up and struggled away from his oppressor. It took him a minute to realize that it was Tooyama, and not some random stranger, who had cut off his breath.
Tooyama’s mutation, Echizen realized.
Relaxing back on the bench again, Echizen said, “So first you’re too scared to come and meet me, and then you try to choke me. Least you can do is let me sleep after keeping me waiting for so long.”
Kintarou just let out a boisterous laugh then offered the paper bag that held takoyaki to Echizen. “Want some?”
Echizen quickly forgot his minor grievance in favor of food. Nothing in the world tasted so good as food that someone else paid for.
“Yeah,” Echizen said, and popped all three remaining takoyaki into his mouth. “Went off campus?” he asked.
“Uwah!” Kintarou snatched the now empty bag from Koshimae and peeked inside, sad that the last of his tasty treat that he had gone to great lengths to acquire was gobbled up in a flash.
Oh, well. He can always have a copy of him sneak off and buy for him. Cloning saps him of energy but it’s less of an effort than going to town in this weather himself. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teased and slumped onto the bench, grinning.
Closing his eyes, Echizen said, “I already know. You were too scared of me to leave the room, so you made a clone to go get you takoyaki.”
And now it was nice and warm in Echizen’s belly. Vindication tasted so sweet.
“I’ll have you know, nothing scares Tooyama Kintarou!” Well, except for needles but Koshimae doesn’t need to know that... “You told me to meet you outside. I went to the garden. You weren’t there so you were the one who got scared. I got bored so,” he flashed Echizen a wider grin and continued, “I went to get some takoyaki.”
Echizen opened his eyes and stared at Tooyama like he had four heads. What an idiot.
Though really, Echizen knew that going into their conversation. He should have been more specific.
“I was at the other entrance,” Echizen said simply. What had happened, happened, so Tooyama could infer whatever he wanted.
Other entrance? Kintarou mused. He quickly glanced back at the dormitory and sure enough, he saw a door facing exactly where they were. Well, he hasn’t seen that one before, that was for sure.
Echizen took Tooyama’s words at face value because he really didn’t care whether or not the redhead had gone off campus. Closing his eyes to relax once more, Echizen admitted, “It was good Takoyaki. Next time you should buy more.”
“They were my Takoyaki.” Kintarou pouted, he was still hungry - the cold was messing his appetite up. He was tempted to risk another trip to town but he’s already cloned himself a number of times today; his body was screaming for sleep. His brain was still alive and awake, though. “When I said ‘some,’ you should have just taken one. It’s what normal people would do.”
Echizen didn’t bother to open his eyes, or even really move at Tooyama’s words. He just couldn’t be bothered. “Say what you mean next time if you’re gonna get all worked up about it,” if Tooyama said some, of course he would take more than one. “Just go to the kitchen if you’re hungry.”
Kintarou tsked. “The food here tastes different.” Ah, that’s it, Kintarou lighted up when he recalled what he and Echizen have been arguing about earlier. “So, Koshimae, how tall are you, really?”
“It’s still food,” Echizen pointed out, because that was the important thing. With a wide smirk, Echizen revealed, “160.5”
That half centimeter was really worth fighting for.
“Ha! So, we’re the same height.”
Echizen snorted. “Maybe in your dreams. I’m taller.”
“No, you’re not. You’re still 160. The half doesn’t count because it’s not a real number.”
“My medical chart says 160.5,” Echizen lied smoothly. “Compared to me, your height’s practically a negative number.”
“How so?” Kintarou roared, utterly confused. He hated maths but he was sure what Echizen said must be wrong. “Negatives have negative sign. And if my height’s a negative then I should’ve grown into the ground. You’re not making sense, Koshimae.”
“Your height is Echizen - 0.5 ,” Ryoma pointed out.
“Ha! That’s if I even believe you’re 160.5.” Kintarou scratched his nose and eyed Echizen. “Which I don’t.”
Kintarou stretched his arms in front of him. He was steadily getting cold and admitted that maybe he really did need to rest. Then he felt a familiar tug in his stomach. Finally, he thought. Good thing his last clone had already disappeared somewhere - hopefully successful with his ‘mission.’
“It’s not my fault you’re an idiot,” Echizen shrugged. “That’s your problem. Go on and grow into the ground. Maybe you’ll find some brains there.”
“Hey! Who’re you calling an idiot?” Kintarou suddenly jumped to his feet, all thoughts of needing rest slipped from his mind. How else was he supposed to have interpreted what Echizen said? “Do you want to get sent to the hospital so bad?”
“You,” Echizen said, looking at Tooyama with a bored expression. “Someone’s height is someone’s height. There’s nothing to believe or doubt.”
As for getting sent to the hospital, Tooyama could try whatever he wanted. He doubted the redhead would succeed.
“Whatever.” Kintarou crossed his arms and flopped back onto the bench. “Even if what you say is true, I still look taller.”
Echizen snorted and said, “Yeah, I’d look taller too, if I had hair that looked like I just had electric shock therapy.
As Tooyama sat on the bench, Echizen stood up. “I’m hungry,” he muttered, and started off to the kitchen.
“Oi! Wait for me.” Kintarou bounded after Echizen and tapped his fellow junior’s shoulder, easily distracted that he forgot that remark about his hair. “Are you going to cook then? I think, I’m in the mood for burgers.”
Echizen rolled Tooyama’s hand off of his shoulder as he walked.
“When did I say I’d make one for you?”
“Hey, don’t be mean. Aren’t you glad that I’m not beating you into a pulp instead?” Kintarou planted himself in Echizen’s way and pouted. “Besides, you ate my takoyaki. Least you can do is give me something in return.”
At that point, Echizen pretended not to have seen Tooyama and walked right into him. That way, he had Tooyama’s powers just in case the redhead did try something.
“You couldn’t beat me into a pulp if you wanted to,” Echizen said simply, and couldn’t be bothered to give Tooyama so much as a warning look. “And you offered your takoyaki, so you can’t complain about that.”
Well, I did, didn’t I? Kintarou mused. Oh, well. It wasn’t like he had any ill feelings toward Echizen anyways. Might as well enjoy his company and be friends.
“Even if I’m not mad at you anymore,” he forgot what it was they’d been arguing about again, “I’m curious...” What will Koshimae do? He felt the surge of thrill and energy bubbling under his skin. It was electrifying but he kept in check - he didn’t want to really hurt Echizen after all. With a wide grin plastered on his face, Kintarou crept slowly towards the unsuspecting teenage mutant, trying to imitate an Asian Tiger stalking its prey he once saw on TV, then launched himself to tackle Echizen. “Heads up!”
Considering Tooyama’s declaration and subsequent shout, it didn’t take much for Echizen to step aside and let the redhead tackle the air.
“Noisy,” Echizen said, a subtle smirk lighting his features.
Half-surprised, half-impressed at how deftly Echizen escaped his ‘attack,’ Kintarou let out a loud laugh. “Ha! Let’s see you dodge this!”
Kintarou’s feet barely touched the ground before he sprang up twenty feet into the air and dove toward Echizen. He waited until the boy was less than a few feet away then Kintarou summoned a copy of himself that appeared right in front of Echizen, used the clone’s shoulders as a springboard and vaulted himself over Echizen’s head so he landed behind him instead. He and his copy lunged at Echizen.
For a moment, Echizen’s cat-like golden eyes were wide with panic. He reached for Tooyama’s powers, but he found that in his current emotional state he couldn’t access them.
Which meant...you’re okay, you can handle this....
...Just like tennis, Echizen soothed himself. Split stepping from between the two redheads, Echizen put himself up on the bench to have a better chance of evading a potential next lunge. Even though Echizen didn’t always have a power, he always had tennis: that was enough.
“Now you’re definitely not getting a burger,” Echizen taunted.
Kintarou and his clone drew their powers back just in time so their collision didn’t hurt in the slightest. They immediately crouched, side by side, ready to pounce again but then the word ‘burger’ drifted into their ears. Echizen was going to treat him to burgers, after all. Why were they fighting, then? Getting food is always a good idea. And now that he’s summoned one of his copies, he needed to replenish his energy soon or he might end up unconscious somewhere in the school.
Kintarou and his clone, Seven, looked at each other and understanding passed between them even without words. The original knew that his copy wanted to join them but that would mean he would be out longer thus the decrease in their collective stamina and strength would be faster.
Seven gave a quick salute to Echizen then vanished, leaving behind him a cloud of smoke.
“Burgers?” Kintarou straightened up and narrowed his eyes. Echizen could be bluffing. “You’ll treat me to burgers?”
“Burger,” Echizen said, nearly rolling his eyes at Tooyama’s dramatics. “As in, singular.”
A small one at that. The rest were his.
“You’re such a cheapskate.” Kintarou pouted. “Just one freaking burger? I deserve at least three.”
Echizen raised a brow. “I can give you three burgers the size of the three pieces of takoyaki I ate, but one burger would be bigger.”
Smart ass, Kintarou retorted in his head along with an audible snort. But he liked it this way. At least Echizen was fun to talk to or, more accurately, argue with. He also seemed like a enough match for Kintarou if his amazing reflexes were of any indication.
Hungrier by the second, he agreed. “Fine, one ultra big burger, then.”
"If by that you mean a normal size burger, then yes," Echizen hopped off the bench and started toward the dorms; whether Tooyama followed or not wasn't his problem.
“Hey! Wait for me!” Kintarou bounded after Echizen again. Maybe his fellow freshman didn’t see it that way, but Kintarou was glad that he’s found a friend. “What can I do so you’ll make eight instead?”
"Oh I’m making eight," Echizen smirked, not slowing his pace."But seven of them are mine."
“Well,” Kintarou began, not really sure how to phrase his concern. He was walking sideways like a bouncy crab, skipping every few steps. “Replicating myself really makes me hungry. And it’s your fault that I had to. And now I’m really, really hungry.” As if to prove his point, his stomach growled. Loudly. “I could go to town to buy food but since you’re already cooking, maybe I can do something so you’ll make extra?”
Echizen snorted. “I didn’t hold a gun to your head and tell you to replicate yourself. But...” the wheels in the green haired boy’s head turned thoughtfully. “If I give you half the burgers, you’ll owe me four unconditional favors.”
Tooyama might even be stupid enough, or hungry enough, to fall for that.
“Four? That’s a lot.” That wasn’t what he was worried though. He didn’t like the sound of that word that came before it... “Unconditional? What exactly do you mean by that?”
He thought he saw a smile - a mischievous one at that - ghost over Echizen’s lips as the levitator continued his pace, not at all sparing him a glance. No, Kintarou didn’t like the sound of it at all. But he didn’t like being hungry, too. And his stomach (and clones) demands that he address the more immediate and important of the two. Food.
“It means,” Echizen started, only barely managing to keep the wide smirk off his face. “That you have to do what I say no matter what.”
No matter what. Scary words. But he was quickly getting to the point where his insides were starting to fight to eat each other. To hell with it. Surely Echizen wouldn’t ask for something impossible? Maybe just an errand or four?
Defeated and thoroughly tired, he finally agreed. He didn’t have any more energy to stay upright let alone think of ways to get out of another trap he set for himself.
“You got yourself a deal.” He smiled weakly and shrugged. “Just, ah, nothing that involves... needles if you don’t mind. Else I’d be totally useless to you.”
Echizen didn’t see himself asking for anything that involved needles, so he nodded. “Whatever,” he assumed Tooyama was afraid of needles.
It didn’t take the pair long to get back to the junior dorms, and it took Echizen even less time to fish out the freshly ground meat and start rolling the patties easily.
“Remember, four for me, Koshimae!” Kintarou was practically jumping while gripping the edges of the counter. It’s been a while since the last time someone had cooked for or with him that didn’t include takoyaki. “Make them extra big.”
"Yeah, yeah," Echizen said, rolling his eyes. As he made the burgers, and watched Tooyama eat them afterward, his own seemed to taste better. The taste of unconditional favors was sweet indeed.
"Mada mada dane," he muttered, and took a huge bite of his fourth burger. Tooyama just didn't know what was coming to him.
When: At the time of their little spat in this entry - http://gontakure.livejournal.com/2999.html#comments
Rating: PG
What: The fight that never really happened because they wanted burgers instead.
What an idiot, Echizen thought. He had been waiting outside a full twenty minutes for Tooyama, but there was no sight or sign of the vivacious redhead.
“Just as well,” Echizen muttered. Though he never backed down from a fight, he wasn’t exactly sure on how he was gonna pull that off either. Purely physical powers were difficult to use in any misleading sort of way. He supposed that suited Tooyama. Whatever. Tooyama was probably lost in town somewhere, taking out his rage on something inanimate.
It was too nice of a night to go inside just yet, so Echizen pulled his cap low over his eyes and settled down on a bench for a nice nap.
“Ha, thanks!” Kintarou told his clone who just rolled its eyes at him. Before Six disappeared into a puff of smoke, he said, “I bought them extra stale.”
Kintarou scratched his head as he put two whole takoyaki into his mouth with a contented sigh. Eating has always calmed him down. Good thing he thought of making a clone go to town to buy him these delicious balls from heaven before Echizen came and riled him up.
It arrived just in time.
But where was Echizen? He did hear right, right? He did tell him to “meet outside to settle things.” ...Whatever those things were. He’d already forgotten but he knew there was something.
A maze garden. Koshimae’s choice for a fighting ground’s weird, Kintarou pondered, shrugging. Whatever floats his boat, he supposed.
Heh. Maybe Echizen didn’t want to fight him after all. It wasn’t a secret that Kintarou was freakishly strong physically that it was a wonder students in the academy kept picking fights with him.
Detaching himself from the tree he’s been leaning on for more than half an hour, Kintarou stretched his cold muscles to release tension and decided he’d just take a walk. He remembered nighttime strolls in Osaka and felt a brief pang of longing. This almost felt like home, he thought with a sad smile, then added loudly, his lips curling into a smirk, “Only colder.”
Passing by the junior dorms, he eyed the closed entrance, half-expecting Echizen to suddenly burst out and jump him. But then he was a few feet past without a surprise attack so he just shrugged and walked on until the sports courts entered his view, fleetingly wishing he’d be given a chance to play now that he’s with people who were less fragile than normal humans.
“Eh?” Kintarou yelped as he spotted a sleeping form in one of the benches in the tennis court. Even with his face covered with his cap, Kintarou knew that small frame. “Koshimae!”
His call echoed through the empty grounds but didn’t seem to wake the fellow freshman up. He silently approached him, grinned when a thought occurred to him, took care to not step on twigs and leaves - forgetting the fact that his loud shout hadn’t been heard by Echizen. Keeping his excitement in check, he slowly padded over and when he was standing over the sleeping mutant, he pinched Echizen’s nose and snickered as he felt consciousness slowly return to the levitator.
Before he noticed the lack of air, Echizen felt an unfamiliar strength rushing into him. He snapped his eyes open, bolted up and struggled away from his oppressor. It took him a minute to realize that it was Tooyama, and not some random stranger, who had cut off his breath.
Tooyama’s mutation, Echizen realized.
Relaxing back on the bench again, Echizen said, “So first you’re too scared to come and meet me, and then you try to choke me. Least you can do is let me sleep after keeping me waiting for so long.”
Kintarou just let out a boisterous laugh then offered the paper bag that held takoyaki to Echizen. “Want some?”
Echizen quickly forgot his minor grievance in favor of food. Nothing in the world tasted so good as food that someone else paid for.
“Yeah,” Echizen said, and popped all three remaining takoyaki into his mouth. “Went off campus?” he asked.
“Uwah!” Kintarou snatched the now empty bag from Koshimae and peeked inside, sad that the last of his tasty treat that he had gone to great lengths to acquire was gobbled up in a flash.
Oh, well. He can always have a copy of him sneak off and buy for him. Cloning saps him of energy but it’s less of an effort than going to town in this weather himself. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teased and slumped onto the bench, grinning.
Closing his eyes, Echizen said, “I already know. You were too scared of me to leave the room, so you made a clone to go get you takoyaki.”
And now it was nice and warm in Echizen’s belly. Vindication tasted so sweet.
“I’ll have you know, nothing scares Tooyama Kintarou!” Well, except for needles but Koshimae doesn’t need to know that... “You told me to meet you outside. I went to the garden. You weren’t there so you were the one who got scared. I got bored so,” he flashed Echizen a wider grin and continued, “I went to get some takoyaki.”
Echizen opened his eyes and stared at Tooyama like he had four heads. What an idiot.
Though really, Echizen knew that going into their conversation. He should have been more specific.
“I was at the other entrance,” Echizen said simply. What had happened, happened, so Tooyama could infer whatever he wanted.
Other entrance? Kintarou mused. He quickly glanced back at the dormitory and sure enough, he saw a door facing exactly where they were. Well, he hasn’t seen that one before, that was for sure.
Echizen took Tooyama’s words at face value because he really didn’t care whether or not the redhead had gone off campus. Closing his eyes to relax once more, Echizen admitted, “It was good Takoyaki. Next time you should buy more.”
“They were my Takoyaki.” Kintarou pouted, he was still hungry - the cold was messing his appetite up. He was tempted to risk another trip to town but he’s already cloned himself a number of times today; his body was screaming for sleep. His brain was still alive and awake, though. “When I said ‘some,’ you should have just taken one. It’s what normal people would do.”
Echizen didn’t bother to open his eyes, or even really move at Tooyama’s words. He just couldn’t be bothered. “Say what you mean next time if you’re gonna get all worked up about it,” if Tooyama said some, of course he would take more than one. “Just go to the kitchen if you’re hungry.”
Kintarou tsked. “The food here tastes different.” Ah, that’s it, Kintarou lighted up when he recalled what he and Echizen have been arguing about earlier. “So, Koshimae, how tall are you, really?”
“It’s still food,” Echizen pointed out, because that was the important thing. With a wide smirk, Echizen revealed, “160.5”
That half centimeter was really worth fighting for.
“Ha! So, we’re the same height.”
Echizen snorted. “Maybe in your dreams. I’m taller.”
“No, you’re not. You’re still 160. The half doesn’t count because it’s not a real number.”
“My medical chart says 160.5,” Echizen lied smoothly. “Compared to me, your height’s practically a negative number.”
“How so?” Kintarou roared, utterly confused. He hated maths but he was sure what Echizen said must be wrong. “Negatives have negative sign. And if my height’s a negative then I should’ve grown into the ground. You’re not making sense, Koshimae.”
“Your height is Echizen - 0.5 ,” Ryoma pointed out.
“Ha! That’s if I even believe you’re 160.5.” Kintarou scratched his nose and eyed Echizen. “Which I don’t.”
Kintarou stretched his arms in front of him. He was steadily getting cold and admitted that maybe he really did need to rest. Then he felt a familiar tug in his stomach. Finally, he thought. Good thing his last clone had already disappeared somewhere - hopefully successful with his ‘mission.’
“It’s not my fault you’re an idiot,” Echizen shrugged. “That’s your problem. Go on and grow into the ground. Maybe you’ll find some brains there.”
“Hey! Who’re you calling an idiot?” Kintarou suddenly jumped to his feet, all thoughts of needing rest slipped from his mind. How else was he supposed to have interpreted what Echizen said? “Do you want to get sent to the hospital so bad?”
“You,” Echizen said, looking at Tooyama with a bored expression. “Someone’s height is someone’s height. There’s nothing to believe or doubt.”
As for getting sent to the hospital, Tooyama could try whatever he wanted. He doubted the redhead would succeed.
“Whatever.” Kintarou crossed his arms and flopped back onto the bench. “Even if what you say is true, I still look taller.”
Echizen snorted and said, “Yeah, I’d look taller too, if I had hair that looked like I just had electric shock therapy.
As Tooyama sat on the bench, Echizen stood up. “I’m hungry,” he muttered, and started off to the kitchen.
“Oi! Wait for me.” Kintarou bounded after Echizen and tapped his fellow junior’s shoulder, easily distracted that he forgot that remark about his hair. “Are you going to cook then? I think, I’m in the mood for burgers.”
Echizen rolled Tooyama’s hand off of his shoulder as he walked.
“When did I say I’d make one for you?”
“Hey, don’t be mean. Aren’t you glad that I’m not beating you into a pulp instead?” Kintarou planted himself in Echizen’s way and pouted. “Besides, you ate my takoyaki. Least you can do is give me something in return.”
At that point, Echizen pretended not to have seen Tooyama and walked right into him. That way, he had Tooyama’s powers just in case the redhead did try something.
“You couldn’t beat me into a pulp if you wanted to,” Echizen said simply, and couldn’t be bothered to give Tooyama so much as a warning look. “And you offered your takoyaki, so you can’t complain about that.”
Well, I did, didn’t I? Kintarou mused. Oh, well. It wasn’t like he had any ill feelings toward Echizen anyways. Might as well enjoy his company and be friends.
“Even if I’m not mad at you anymore,” he forgot what it was they’d been arguing about again, “I’m curious...” What will Koshimae do? He felt the surge of thrill and energy bubbling under his skin. It was electrifying but he kept in check - he didn’t want to really hurt Echizen after all. With a wide grin plastered on his face, Kintarou crept slowly towards the unsuspecting teenage mutant, trying to imitate an Asian Tiger stalking its prey he once saw on TV, then launched himself to tackle Echizen. “Heads up!”
Considering Tooyama’s declaration and subsequent shout, it didn’t take much for Echizen to step aside and let the redhead tackle the air.
“Noisy,” Echizen said, a subtle smirk lighting his features.
Half-surprised, half-impressed at how deftly Echizen escaped his ‘attack,’ Kintarou let out a loud laugh. “Ha! Let’s see you dodge this!”
Kintarou’s feet barely touched the ground before he sprang up twenty feet into the air and dove toward Echizen. He waited until the boy was less than a few feet away then Kintarou summoned a copy of himself that appeared right in front of Echizen, used the clone’s shoulders as a springboard and vaulted himself over Echizen’s head so he landed behind him instead. He and his copy lunged at Echizen.
For a moment, Echizen’s cat-like golden eyes were wide with panic. He reached for Tooyama’s powers, but he found that in his current emotional state he couldn’t access them.
Which meant...you’re okay, you can handle this....
...Just like tennis, Echizen soothed himself. Split stepping from between the two redheads, Echizen put himself up on the bench to have a better chance of evading a potential next lunge. Even though Echizen didn’t always have a power, he always had tennis: that was enough.
“Now you’re definitely not getting a burger,” Echizen taunted.
Kintarou and his clone drew their powers back just in time so their collision didn’t hurt in the slightest. They immediately crouched, side by side, ready to pounce again but then the word ‘burger’ drifted into their ears. Echizen was going to treat him to burgers, after all. Why were they fighting, then? Getting food is always a good idea. And now that he’s summoned one of his copies, he needed to replenish his energy soon or he might end up unconscious somewhere in the school.
Kintarou and his clone, Seven, looked at each other and understanding passed between them even without words. The original knew that his copy wanted to join them but that would mean he would be out longer thus the decrease in their collective stamina and strength would be faster.
Seven gave a quick salute to Echizen then vanished, leaving behind him a cloud of smoke.
“Burgers?” Kintarou straightened up and narrowed his eyes. Echizen could be bluffing. “You’ll treat me to burgers?”
“Burger,” Echizen said, nearly rolling his eyes at Tooyama’s dramatics. “As in, singular.”
A small one at that. The rest were his.
“You’re such a cheapskate.” Kintarou pouted. “Just one freaking burger? I deserve at least three.”
Echizen raised a brow. “I can give you three burgers the size of the three pieces of takoyaki I ate, but one burger would be bigger.”
Smart ass, Kintarou retorted in his head along with an audible snort. But he liked it this way. At least Echizen was fun to talk to or, more accurately, argue with. He also seemed like a enough match for Kintarou if his amazing reflexes were of any indication.
Hungrier by the second, he agreed. “Fine, one ultra big burger, then.”
"If by that you mean a normal size burger, then yes," Echizen hopped off the bench and started toward the dorms; whether Tooyama followed or not wasn't his problem.
“Hey! Wait for me!” Kintarou bounded after Echizen again. Maybe his fellow freshman didn’t see it that way, but Kintarou was glad that he’s found a friend. “What can I do so you’ll make eight instead?”
"Oh I’m making eight," Echizen smirked, not slowing his pace."But seven of them are mine."
“Well,” Kintarou began, not really sure how to phrase his concern. He was walking sideways like a bouncy crab, skipping every few steps. “Replicating myself really makes me hungry. And it’s your fault that I had to. And now I’m really, really hungry.” As if to prove his point, his stomach growled. Loudly. “I could go to town to buy food but since you’re already cooking, maybe I can do something so you’ll make extra?”
Echizen snorted. “I didn’t hold a gun to your head and tell you to replicate yourself. But...” the wheels in the green haired boy’s head turned thoughtfully. “If I give you half the burgers, you’ll owe me four unconditional favors.”
Tooyama might even be stupid enough, or hungry enough, to fall for that.
“Four? That’s a lot.” That wasn’t what he was worried though. He didn’t like the sound of that word that came before it... “Unconditional? What exactly do you mean by that?”
He thought he saw a smile - a mischievous one at that - ghost over Echizen’s lips as the levitator continued his pace, not at all sparing him a glance. No, Kintarou didn’t like the sound of it at all. But he didn’t like being hungry, too. And his stomach (and clones) demands that he address the more immediate and important of the two. Food.
“It means,” Echizen started, only barely managing to keep the wide smirk off his face. “That you have to do what I say no matter what.”
No matter what. Scary words. But he was quickly getting to the point where his insides were starting to fight to eat each other. To hell with it. Surely Echizen wouldn’t ask for something impossible? Maybe just an errand or four?
Defeated and thoroughly tired, he finally agreed. He didn’t have any more energy to stay upright let alone think of ways to get out of another trap he set for himself.
“You got yourself a deal.” He smiled weakly and shrugged. “Just, ah, nothing that involves... needles if you don’t mind. Else I’d be totally useless to you.”
Echizen didn’t see himself asking for anything that involved needles, so he nodded. “Whatever,” he assumed Tooyama was afraid of needles.
It didn’t take the pair long to get back to the junior dorms, and it took Echizen even less time to fish out the freshly ground meat and start rolling the patties easily.
“Remember, four for me, Koshimae!” Kintarou was practically jumping while gripping the edges of the counter. It’s been a while since the last time someone had cooked for or with him that didn’t include takoyaki. “Make them extra big.”
"Yeah, yeah," Echizen said, rolling his eyes. As he made the burgers, and watched Tooyama eat them afterward, his own seemed to taste better. The taste of unconditional favors was sweet indeed.
"Mada mada dane," he muttered, and took a huge bite of his fourth burger. Tooyama just didn't know what was coming to him.