[ getting a front-row seat to a day of deluxe matches was probably about as hard as getting concert tickets, so the comparison worked logically. their mutual expectation of tedium seemed about right, too, though raika hadn't lied about his admiration of individual work ethic among idols. perhaps there really was an understanding here, a balanced back-and-forth they could play on.
but, unfortunately, the little flash of bemusement on hiyori's lips does not go unnoticed. instantly, raika's underlying expression turns from faux-gentle to a genuine, steely irritation - it would be a mistake to continue to approach this as if they were equals, when he wasn't being afforded the same respect. he was being looked down upon as if he really was just some tittering tween fan! completely underestimated! by this flashy, unserious guy who couldn't possibly be all that much older than him!
and then hiyori makes the extra unfortunate choice to treat him like some kind of damsel, call his voice cute, as if he's a little thing to be charmed and manipulated. it was a sound choice in the context of what they were trying to achieve, but regrettably, raika is Already Mad.
fuck the professionalism. fuck this guy! ]
It's good manners... [ there's a growl to his voice as he tips his chin up and out of hiyori's hand, grabbing his wrist much more forcefully this time and stepping right into his personal space so they're practically chest-to-chest. ] ...to ask for someone else's name before expecting them to whimper out yours.
[ they could agree on one thing at least - given names only. ]
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but, unfortunately, the little flash of bemusement on hiyori's lips does not go unnoticed. instantly, raika's underlying expression turns from faux-gentle to a genuine, steely irritation - it would be a mistake to continue to approach this as if they were equals, when he wasn't being afforded the same respect. he was being looked down upon as if he really was just some tittering tween fan! completely underestimated! by this flashy, unserious guy who couldn't possibly be all that much older than him!
and then hiyori makes the extra unfortunate choice to treat him like some kind of damsel, call his voice cute, as if he's a little thing to be charmed and manipulated. it was a sound choice in the context of what they were trying to achieve, but regrettably, raika is Already Mad.
fuck the professionalism. fuck this guy! ]
It's good manners... [ there's a growl to his voice as he tips his chin up and out of hiyori's hand, grabbing his wrist much more forcefully this time and stepping right into his personal space so they're practically chest-to-chest. ] ...to ask for someone else's name before expecting them to whimper out yours.
[ they could agree on one thing at least - given names only. ]
I'm Raika.