[ two things raika had quickly realised: one, he'd been trying too hard to play a part, fit in some role as a flirtatious crowd-pleaser with only a bunch of stereotypes he'd picked up from people he barely tolerated. why do that, when he could just do the thing he always did when cornered and turn into a prickly ball of repressed anger instead? works great most of the time! clearly already appealed to some people!!
two: this guy was frustratingly far more persistent than he was at keeping up the act, and he hated it here.
even so, he felt a flicker of pride when he noticed the momentary uncertainty cross his unfortunate elevatormate's expression. he'd managed to throw him off-guard, if just for a moment - it wasn't all easy, was it!! huh!! it cut through his rage a little, a squeaky nerdy voice in his brain reminding him helpfully of the game aspect again. right. hiyori was attacking back, in his own way.
the portrait's resident three thankfully seem to be caught up in the drama, supplying a sitcom audience-appropriate soundtrack of "oooh"s at each development. so raika takes hold of hiyori's other wrist, and doesn't back down an inch. ]
Maybe this is where I've decided to drag you down. [ he presses forward, eyes narrowed. their noses brush. the trio gasp in anticipation. ] Hiyori-san.
[ not sweet in the slightest, but a whisper. request half-fulfilled?? ]
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two: this guy was frustratingly far more persistent than he was at keeping up the act, and he hated it here.
even so, he felt a flicker of pride when he noticed the momentary uncertainty cross his unfortunate elevatormate's expression. he'd managed to throw him off-guard, if just for a moment - it wasn't all easy, was it!! huh!! it cut through his rage a little, a squeaky nerdy voice in his brain reminding him helpfully of the game aspect again. right. hiyori was attacking back, in his own way.
the portrait's resident three thankfully seem to be caught up in the drama, supplying a sitcom audience-appropriate soundtrack of "oooh"s at each development. so raika takes hold of hiyori's other wrist, and doesn't back down an inch. ]
Maybe this is where I've decided to drag you down. [ he presses forward, eyes narrowed. their noses brush. the trio gasp in anticipation. ] Hiyori-san.
[ not sweet in the slightest, but a whisper. request half-fulfilled?? ]