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savetheearth2014-05-31 11:14 am
smalltimer) wrote in savetheearth2014-05-31 11:14 am
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Who: Toshiro Hitsugaya and Steve Bean.
Where: Middle school grounds!
When: Backdated to May 30th, after the last bell.
What: A couple o' kids "catch up" with each other on the off-network level.
Warnings: Small people irritating each other.
Steve had practically forgotten what day and actual time it was at the time that the last bell rang. He spent the end of lunch to then on autopilot - the last bell ringing was a simple cue to rub out his network number from his math papers, stash them in a folder, stash that folder in his back, pass the sign at the school's designated front, turn left, and keep walking until he decided where he'd like to be.
A simple look that just caught one certain overbleached-looking head in his conscious line of sight, however, grabbed his mental pilot by the shirt and hauled him back into the seat at a point from cruising to full-throttle.
There he is. Toshiro Hitsugaya, serious uptight know-it-all thinks-he's-so-big wiseguy here and, apparently, on the stupid magical network cruising to make an ass of him -
"Hey!" he called, with a swerve completely off his path and a couple shoves up against opposite traffic.
It was once that much was out and done that his brain fully finished lining up with his actions. It hopped there in a preemptive boxing stance.
Where: Middle school grounds!
When: Backdated to May 30th, after the last bell.
What: A couple o' kids "catch up" with each other on the off-network level.
Warnings: Small people irritating each other.
Steve had practically forgotten what day and actual time it was at the time that the last bell rang. He spent the end of lunch to then on autopilot - the last bell ringing was a simple cue to rub out his network number from his math papers, stash them in a folder, stash that folder in his back, pass the sign at the school's designated front, turn left, and keep walking until he decided where he'd like to be.
A simple look that just caught one certain overbleached-looking head in his conscious line of sight, however, grabbed his mental pilot by the shirt and hauled him back into the seat at a point from cruising to full-throttle.
There he is. Toshiro Hitsugaya, serious uptight know-it-all thinks-he's-so-big wiseguy here and, apparently, on the stupid magical network cruising to make an ass of him -
"Hey!" he called, with a swerve completely off his path and a couple shoves up against opposite traffic.
It was once that much was out and done that his brain fully finished lining up with his actions. It hopped there in a preemptive boxing stance.
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There's nothing particularly special about today, and he's about to head home as normal when he hears the shouting in his direction. And there's Steve, pushing his way around a couple of people to get to him. Geez.
"What do you want?" If he sounds annoyed by the very idea of having to deal with Steve, it's because he is. This had been annoying enough before the guy had wound up on the network; he can't imagine it's going to get better from there.
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The arena's clear; there's him, there's Toshiro.
"I want you to not get in my face again, and you fuckin' know what I'm talkin' about!"
Declared the pot to the kettle.
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And he rolls his eyes at the so-called problem and barely spares an extra glance before he starts walking again. Sure, he expects Steve to follow since the guy probably isn't done yelling at him for dumb reasons yet, but hey. He's not stopping for this jerk.
"Please. I was just answering your questions, dumbass."
Or at least that's what their second exchange on the network had been. The first -- as he'd managed to put two and two together and realized the kid trying to scam a ride to Vegas must have been Steve -- he'd been more of an outright brat. But who's keeping score on that? Certainly not him.