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[Oh no, that was... kinda cute. Why does it sound cute when she says it like that?

But hearing his actual name, even just a part of it, makes him dip his head as he let out a disgruntled groan. But he can't be mad at her. It's not like she knows either. And she didn't actually say all of it.]

Just Beat's fine, yo. Or Bones. I'm aight with either a' 'em.

[Ah... that was probably a failure, that knowledge has not been unlocked so—]

R-right, s-sorry, Bones.

[Maybe... next time...]

I'm not very good at this, am I?

Nah, it's no biggie.

[Really, it isn't, not right now. But he doesn't want to get into it, not right now. Not when they were having a good night.]

It's fun to see ya try, you know. Betcha I ain't any better at it either!

[jiiiiiiii

She's going to assess the situation here, but—]

If you try to make a hi fu mi joke, I'm going to throw one of the takoyaki at your head.

[Does he dare?]

Think ya can even hit me from that low if I did, Shorty?

[He dares.]

[Beat no Beat yes]

You really wanna test me? I can figure out the best angle to do it at so it rolls off your head and hits every spot on your suit.

[....okay maybe that's a slight exaggeration but she's pretty good at that math shit, she probably could figure that out.

Though to be convincing...]

Hm... maybe not that angle, but maybe that one? No, no, too much to cover, but if it rolls of the back of his head...

[She's not actually going to do it, is she?

Regardless, he listens to her and lets out a chuckle, placing both his arms in front of him and leaning forward on the table. And, in turn, just a little closer to her.]

You really are weird, ain't ya, sensei? [It's obvious in his tone that he's just teasing her, especially with the call back to his other nickname for her.] Whatever way to throw it, I'mma just catch it in my mouth.

Edited (thought of something else to add) 2023-03-03 14:03 (UTC)

[>:)

...but she really can't when he calls her sensei here... that's just unfair. Especially leaning in to tease her! Getting close... that's even more rude!!!]

Y-yeah well!!! [He's not bullying her over it (well, maybe, but it's the belly (affectionate) kind here....] Th-then you better think fast!

[Because it's going in for a direct smack between the eyes!]

Bwuuuh?

[You see, when he first moved closer to her, he didn't think she would actually do it. But when she actually does, there's barely any time for him to react or even move. So—]

[S M A C K!

The takoyaki she flicks hits him squarely between the eyes. Then slides down slowly, hitting his nose before landing on the table in front of him with a wet squelch.]

Hmph, guess I can hit you from this low, Bones.

[There's a triumphant little "hm hm" and smirk on her face for that; she probably would have felt bad if it had gotten on his suit even if she had teased him about it because... well, he looks nice. She doesn't want to ruin that!]

You shouldn't underestimate me.

[He purses his lips at her in response, almost looking like his pouting. The mayo and sauce on his forehead and nose only adds to the almost mournful look on his face.

But the expression doesn't remain on his his face for too long, quickly shifting to a wicked, lopsided grin.]

My turn, yo.

[In that same breath, he flicks the same takoyaki towards Futaba's forehead.]

[SMACK—

Lucky for him it doesn't roll down the front of her dress to stain it... but does go down the front of her dress ifyouknowhatimean, which makes her jump with a shout because who expects takoyaki to be shimmying down their body like that?! And how the heck did it even get through the opening there, what the hell!!

Luckily(?) there's a belt high up enough that it gets stuck there but this is going to be very awkward.]

T-t-turn around!!

[LOOK she needs to get it out of her dress somehow, and trying to sprint elsewhere to do that would make it worse, so...... so!!!!]

A-a-a-a-and don't y-y-y-y-y-you dare look or— or I-I'll hack everything y-y-you own!

[When she is very sure that beat isn't looking, she'll fish it out and chuck it into a flowerpot. She doesn't want to look at it. Most of the sauce likely came off when it got tossed into Beat's face, so it's not... too bad... but boy is this going to be more awkward for tonight!]

[The sound of the octopus ball connecting with her forehead only makes him grin wider. But that disappears almost immediately as he sees it roll off her face... into her dress and down her chest.

And he just stares for a minute, his cheeks growing warmer as a flush spreads across them, all the way to reach his ears. Holy shit, did that just happen? So much for a childish prank.

Beat only snaps out of it, eyes darting back up to meet Futaba's when she shouts at him.]

Okay, yo! I'm turning, I'm turning!

[He does just that, twisting both his body and his neck away from her, even putting a hand over his eyes for good measure. Was it just him or was everything starting to feel warm here?]

I ain't looking! Jus' do what you gotta do.

[Beat doesn't even try to sneak a glance, continuing to look away until Futaba gave him the all clear. But even if he doesn't look, that image of it falling into her dress is stuck in his mind now... Can he get any redder?]

[Once she's unceremoniously thrown it into a flower pot, she sighs heavily, a hint of disgust in it. It's not aimed at Beat but definitely the fact that she had a takoyaki in her dress.]

I-it's safe now. I guess I won't have to hack everything you have.

[WHICH, GOOD, she was watching him as best she could to make sure he wasn't sneaking peeks and he didn't.]

Maybe... we wait for food fights huh? When we aren't in fancy clothes an' all.

[Slowly, he turns back to look at her, first craning his neck before turning fully. The flush is still present on his face, and he's not sure how long it will last. But he laughs at her suggestion.]

Yeah, tha's prob'ly a good idea.

[Then he pauses, nervously playing at the hem of his sleeve.]

That mean we can see each other 'gain? Like, you know— [A grumble. Just say it already!] Like, on a date?

[Ah, things were going to be normal and it was fine—

wait what]

[A WHAT?]

[NO, FUTABA, play it smooth! Maybe! Even if all of this is most definitely happening on your face as you process it all!!]

[—right, smooth. Yeah, she's blushing hard though, but totally smooth and not at all in disbelief that she, of all people, is getting asked on a date. What even.]

Y-yeah, of course, I wouldn't say no to seeing you again even after... after nothing happened!

[Yep, no takoyaki went on a trip, what are you talking about Beat?]

But um... I wouldn't mind a date.

[Honestly, Beat didn't know what to expect. He knew he liked her, and that she liked him, so he figured he should shoot his shot. And if she said no, he'd figure out how to be okay with it too. Thankfully, he doesn't even need to entertain that thought because once she says yes, a smile splits across his face.]

Yeah? Yeah, for real?

[And suddenly he's up on his feet, leaning against the table, excited and giddy and just barely containing himself at this point. He'd felt his stomach in knots only a few moments ago, but that has since gone away, and he feels light on his feet.

There's a boyish charm to his smile and glee, an excitable energy emanating from him, despite the smeared sauce across his face. But wait a second, what could they even do? Suddenly his brain is going a mile a minute.]

Oh man, whatchu wanna do, Shorty? We still got that show a' yours to watch. Or do you wanna go out or somethin'? No place crowded though if tha's whatchu want.

[Ahh... he was cute like this, like a giant, overexcited puppy and that was enough to get her to smile too, watching how happy that confirmation made him. When he says Ryuji's signature line though, she can't help but laugh, especially considering she thought he was Ryuji earlier!]

You really said that! You'd get along great with Skull— er, Ryuji. But yeah, for real, Bones.

[His rapid fire questions only make her smile grow, though.]

I dunno, do you really wanna do a Featherman date? What if you don't like super sentai?! But I wouldn't mind food or something... I go to the Harvest a bunch 'cause I know everyone there, but there's other places here now too, right? Aaaah... I didn't think I'd ever be in this sorta position, I don't think anyone's ever liked me before, so I'm not really sure.

[For the big brain she has, this is definitely out of her league!]

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Tha's a friend a' yours, right? You gotta tell me 'bout him next time.

[He does want to know more about her after all. Not just her life here but even back home. Back in her Shibuya. His smile persists as she tries to answer him. He can see she's trying too. Neither of them seemed to have much experience with sort of thing, and his way of going about it was, apparently, just throwing out ideas and seeing what sticks.

When she starts to struggle though, he shakes his head, hoping to reassure her.]

Look, yo. I'm aight with whatever ya wanna do. I mean, as long as I'm hangin' out with ya, you know? If you wanna do something you like, I'm down. But I'mma pick the next one after!

[Ah. That last part seemed to come out without him realizing it.]

Yeah, from home. You definitely threw me off at first, you look a lot like him in your getup right now. But yeah, I'll make sure I tell you about them all!

[Though... maybe it's better if Ren isn't here anymore... and though they don't know it, Ann will be waking up soon too— that just leaves Akechi, but Akechi.... :') Akechi won't be ready to break kneecaps... probably.

Futaba pauses when he tells her he's fine hanging out with her, letting that sink in first before she says anything more.]

A-after? [o-oh... yeah she blushes at that. AN AFTER DATE..............] Y-yeah, of course! Just... lemme know when you wanna eat something, and we can figure out the Featherman thing.

Yeah, I'mma hit you up for sure!

[He grins from ear to ear, but despite all his excitement, he does remember that there was a slight hitch to all this. Suddenly, his energy begins to deflate as he slowly sits back down, his expression much like a schoolchild who had done something wrong.]

I gotta come clean though, Shorty. I'm still kinda figuring things out. Like, I know that I like ya, that's for sure! [It's hard to tell if he's trying to reassure her or himself.] But...

[There's a moment of hesitation as he looks away from her for a moment, almost psyching himself out of it, feeling as if a lump had begun to grow in his throat. But he steels himself and meets her gaze once more. Even if there was no telling how this might go, Beat knew that hiding it might make things even worse.]

There's someone else that I know I like too...

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