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Heh, you could say that. [Almost literally. At the time of his acceptance into Inazuma Japan, he didn't see himself sticking with the sport--only to win FFI and go overseas for basketball. But fate had other plans, and both inside and outside forces had helped him embrace the sport with open arms.
But he holds his hand out, palm out and inviting, ready to take her hand in return.]
Same here.
...So it's Matsukaze you roped into it? [The idea of Tenma standing still for long enough to model was something was almost TOO rich, hiding a snicker beneath his question.] Now that we're all friends here, you can tell me, right?
[But there's something mulling over in Ibuki's head while she speaks, as if there's an invisible warning alarm going off. His eyes trail behind her a moment, seeing Raimon's students start to exit the building.
[ Erika counters immediately, leaping to her feet. Is she going to be able to outrun this massively tall boy with the lanky limbs? No, not without transforming, and even she has standards (and Coffret would never let her hear the end of it after using the Marine Tact as a massager). ]
[ And you know what, arguing with him isn't going to get her anywhere (physically) so Erika's just going to pick up speed and book it for the confused-looking students. ]
[You know those Tom & Jerry cartoons with the giant cat chasing the tiny mouse? Yeah, that's pretty much what this looks like, Ibuki booking it the minute Erika makes a dash into the school.
There is NO way he's letting her get away with this! They'll continue their damn argument with or without Shindou there!]
[Ibuki's legs spring forward, so glad in hindsight that his ankle injury from the Galaxy Celesta actually healed properly just in time for this impromptu chase through a school that neither of them actually go to.]
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[Thanks Shindou for not talking about their amazing friendship he had to sit through half a season of your bitching for.]
Yeah, that's me. Ex-basketball, now-goalkeeper at Gassan Kunimitsu.
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[ She can't deny that she's got much more respect for the sport now, but she's still pretty amused that it had even pulled a basketball player in. ]
I'm Kurumi Erika. Nice to meet you, Ibuki-kun.
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But he holds his hand out, palm out and inviting, ready to take her hand in return.]
Same here.
...So it's Matsukaze you roped into it? [The idea of Tenma standing still for long enough to model was something was almost TOO rich, hiding a snicker beneath his question.] Now that we're all friends here, you can tell me, right?
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Tenma and some of the other first-years, but it's mostly Kirino-kun and Takuto, because they at least know how to sit still.
[ And Tsubomi's dating one of them, so he can't possibly refuse anyway. ]
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Silence drapes over the two for a second, as if Ibuki had to rethink what she just said.]
Who's Taku-
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Shindou's modeling for you?
[And Kirino too sure whatever.]
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Yeah, he is. He's actually a lot less stiff about it than he used to be.
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Hehe...well.
Just so happens that's who I'm stopping by to see.
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[ Poor Shindou. ]
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[But there's something mulling over in Ibuki's head while she speaks, as if there's an invisible warning alarm going off. His eyes trail behind her a moment, seeing Raimon's students start to exit the building.
When it clicks.]
So.
He can't go with both of us...
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...Calling dibs for first!
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[ Erika counters immediately, leaping to her feet. Is she going to be able to outrun this massively tall boy with the lanky limbs? No, not without transforming, and even she has standards (and Coffret would never let her hear the end of it after using the Marine Tact as a massager). ]
First come, first served, and I was already here!
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He can do that any time! He DOES THAT EVERY DAY!
[Ibuki you are such a jock.]
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[ She may or may not be trembling, before she jabs an accusatory finger at him. ]
Someone who doesn't understand fashion has no right to say things like that about it! Don't underestimate what I do!!
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[This tiny girl may only go up to his mid chest, but that finger actually shoots his eyes open a bit wider.
Not that he's going to back down, but the voice of Erika Kurumi was heard loud and clear with this one.]
Oi! Fields are only open for a set amount of time, right? I'm the one on the clock here.
Soccer it is!
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If you're so worried about the field being closed, you can just use the one by the riverbank!
[ THE ONE NORMAL PEOPLE WHO DON'T GO TO RAIMON USE. ]
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Why can't you just do your -modeling- elsewhere?
[You know, like NORMAL PEOPLE!]
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[ And you know what, arguing with him isn't going to get her anywhere (physically) so Erika's just going to pick up speed and book it for the confused-looking students. ]
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[You know those Tom & Jerry cartoons with the giant cat chasing the tiny mouse? Yeah, that's pretty much what this looks like, Ibuki booking it the minute Erika makes a dash into the school.
There is NO way he's letting her get away with this! They'll continue their damn argument with or without Shindou there!]
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Because Erika's not looking too happy to look over her shoulder and see him hot on her heels. ]
Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to chase a girl?!
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YOU'RE THE ONE WHO TOOK OFF!!
[And while Erika is small, all that Precure training must have paid off, as she manages to evade him juuuuust enough for the moment.]
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Look, I'm a girl on a mission! I'm not about to be stopped by someone like you!
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[Ibuki's legs spring forward, so glad in hindsight that his ankle injury from the Galaxy Celesta actually healed properly just in time for this impromptu chase through a school that neither of them actually go to.]
Get back here, pipsqueak!!
[This is how friendship is formed.]
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