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[He should have known that would have flown over Shindou's head. And he really didn't want to have to explain that it was just a food-related excuse for a kiss. Not on what was supposed to be a date. He takes the brunt of that hit--not that it did anything considerably noticeable, and continues to walk, eyes scanning their surroundings to see just what the street had to offer.
Ibuki was still pretty new to Tokyo, as it was. He didn't have all the shopping districts down pat just yet.]
Somewhere to sit down, huh...
[He's starting to get where Shindou's going with this--somewhere that they can talk, enjoy each other's company...Somewhere that they can look right across from them and meet their eyes.
...The smell of the ramen shop was tantalizing, he had to admit.]
Alright, you strongarmed me. [Not that it took ANY convincing.] What do you have a taste for?
[A... few times... but that detail is best left out. His hair flares up indignantly as he protests, though there's hardly anything biting about his tone or words. It's more of a flustered yelp than anything. And he steps another couple of inches closer to Ibuki, too.]
I don't want to fill up or anything. I've already said we'd be having supper at home. Maybe just a snack -- the managers brought donuts the other day and said they were from here.
[That was information the managers passed along more with the intention of coming here with Shindou, but Shindou neither knows or cares and had immediately filed it away as information for outings with Ibuki.]
[Honestly, getting a rise out of Shindou was a treasure in itself. There's just something the way his voice cracks, the way his hair seems to stand on end like a shocked animal, and the way his eyes seem to harden in an attempt to save a little bit of his pride...it made Shindou all the cuter.
Yeah, cute certainly was a word that described him in this situation.]
A likely story.
[But before Shindou can swat at him-]
Snack sounds good--let's see...they've got Taiyaki and some benches...or if you want to get something from that ramen shop down there...Chinese food if we want it...
[Ibuki's not exactly familiar with the layout of the place or the quality of the food, but any dipshit can read signs.]
Anything works for me. You know my tastes are "on a plate".
[They get handed to them in paper bags, he recalls, when he bought one for Shinsuke and Tenma the other day. There's a tone of amusement behind his voice as he looks around at the market, eying the stores Ibuki just listed.]
... The taiyaki at that stand com in different flavors, I think. I think I'd like to have one there if that's okay.
[Shindou, eyes already on the sweet treats ahead of them, doesn't immediately notice the bills. Observant and quick to notice things as he is, around Ibuki is one place he allows himself to let down his guard and simply relax. Without the pressure of being Kami no Takuto or the heir of his family, he's just a regular boy on a date with someone he cares about very much.
He's giddy, is what it is. And hungry.]
There's red bean paste, chocolate, vanilla... I think the red bean, for me.
So that's one red bean...and how's vanilla sound? Chocolate's chocolate, we can get that any time.
[He'll count his blessings that Shindou didn't see the money, his eyes completely fixated on the sweets as he makes his way forward. It was rare he got to spoil the boy--maids practically had everything handed to him.
Even if it was just taiyaki, it was taiyaki he got to buy.
Ibuki's tone switches from the teasing drawl to complete politeness as he hits up the stand, his humility showing as he points out which flavours he wants to get. Within seconds the exchange is made, money traded and bags given before he's turning on his heel towards Shindou to hand the designated flavour off to him.]
[Shindou's eyes widen at the swiftness of Ibuki's actions, how he presents him with the snacks before he could even reach for his own wallet. In fact, he's still leaned in toward the menu, thinking he'd have to wait a few seconds for Ibuki to settle on his choice.
"How's vanilla sound?" he asked, and he didn't even wait for an answer...]
... Thank you, [is the response he finds after a second of stunned silence, reaching for the offered bag and smiling at the warmth that seeps in through his gloves.] You were so quick. I could've gotten it myself...
[It takes Ibuki exactly 2 seconds to answer, eyeing his Taiyaki and hoping it cools off in the next few seconds.] That's the point. I didn't want you paying.
[He knew Shindou had money--any idiot could figure out the rich kid is usually the one that pays. Which is exactly why Ibuki did this.]
You deserve to be treated too, you know.
[That's long enough, he thinks, teeth chomping on that fish's head and tearing a chunk clean off.]
Do you know how hard it is spoiling a kid who can pay for almost anything?
[Ibuki has a wild way of eating. Shindou, meanwhile, approaches his freshly-made treat with caution, feeling how hot the surface is with his lips first and then biting into it. It's still scalding, too much so for his sensitive tongue, and it takes him much longer to get through his (much smaller) bite than it does Ibuki.]
It really is good. But it's so hot.
[He's smiling, though, as he holds out his own red bean one toward the other boy and leans in to take a bite of the vanilla one as well, burned tongue be damned.]
[Ibuki waits, his bite letting the air around them cool off his own as Shindou works his way through his first bite.]
That's what you get for them making 'em right there. It's how you know it's the real deal.
[Ibuki leans over to bite a little part off of Shindou's as well, not nearly as wild and barbaric as he was to his own, but enough so that the filling can meet the cold air and cool off easier as well.
Shindou picked a good choice. The red bean WAS nice.]
Yeah well...maybe I want to.
[There's a soft elbow to Shindou's side.]
C'mon, it's not about who's got money or not, it's about me wanting to get you a snack to share with me.
[There's a tiny twitch from Shindou at the elbow to his side, a sign of ticklishness before he straightens up and decides to wait to take the next bite, allowing the treat to cool as he enjoys the warmness of it in his hands.]
You could be such a gentleman, if you weren't so aggressive about it.
[But the smile on his face stays, and it's soft and genuine.]
But it's sweet, though not as much as that vanilla filling.
[The offered piece is received without any hesitation, Shindou leaning in to eat it directly from Ibuki's hand rather than to take it with his fingers. There's a telltale brush of lips against fingertips, but one Shindou doesn't notice before he straightens back up and chews on the treat.]
I can't deny that. [Considering their first impressions of each other.] But it makes getting to know you all the more worthwhile.
[It was kind of cute, the way Shindou just leaned over and took it from his hands, like an inquisitive cat. Shindou seemed softer this way, not the stoic 'soccer senpai' he'd experienced at the start of Inazuma Japan, and not proper, rich boy of the Shindou family, either.
It was nice.
His fingertips twitch as lips brush against them, trying very hard not to let it show on his face that he'd noticed.]
C'mon, [He starts, that smile spreading and getting a little too devious for his own good.] You still regret it a little bit, right?
[It's a face Shindou shows only Ibuki, though it's not always intentional. He's just so relaxed around him now, smiling, still oblivious to their small contact, and licking his lips clean of the sweet cream that had gotten on them.]
[The real answer? No. Of course he wouldn't trade what they had right now for the world. He's worked too hard to gain Shindou's respect, and even moreso, his friendship.
But he'll tease a little, putting on a thinking face as they turn the corner out of the shopping district.]
Mmmm...
Nah, I'll spare the world your temper.
And I don't feel like getting kidnapped by birds again.
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Ibuki was still pretty new to Tokyo, as it was. He didn't have all the shopping districts down pat just yet.]
Somewhere to sit down, huh...
[He's starting to get where Shindou's going with this--somewhere that they can talk, enjoy each other's company...Somewhere that they can look right across from them and meet their eyes.
...The smell of the ramen shop was tantalizing, he had to admit.]
Alright, you strongarmed me. [Not that it took ANY convincing.] What do you have a taste for?
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Have you ever even eaten at shops like these?
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[A... few times... but that detail is best left out. His hair flares up indignantly as he protests, though there's hardly anything biting about his tone or words. It's more of a flustered yelp than anything. And he steps another couple of inches closer to Ibuki, too.]
I don't want to fill up or anything. I've already said we'd be having supper at home. Maybe just a snack -- the managers brought donuts the other day and said they were from here.
[That was information the managers passed along more with the intention of coming here with Shindou, but Shindou neither knows or cares and had immediately filed it away as information for outings with Ibuki.]
Would that be all right?
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Yeah, cute certainly was a word that described him in this situation.]
A likely story.
[But before Shindou can swat at him-]
Snack sounds good--let's see...they've got Taiyaki and some benches...or if you want to get something from that ramen shop down there...Chinese food if we want it...
[Ibuki's not exactly familiar with the layout of the place or the quality of the food, but any dipshit can read signs.]
Anything works for me. You know my tastes are "on a plate".
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[They get handed to them in paper bags, he recalls, when he bought one for Shinsuke and Tenma the other day. There's a tone of amusement behind his voice as he looks around at the market, eying the stores Ibuki just listed.]
... The taiyaki at that stand com in different flavors, I think. I think I'd like to have one there if that's okay.
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[Ibuki's already got a few bills between his fingers, eyeing that Taiyaki stand and making his way towards it.]
Whatcha want? [You literally just said 'say no more', Ibuki.]
If we get something different, you can have part of mine to try.
[He might even get two for himself, just knowing his appetite.]
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He's giddy, is what it is. And hungry.]
There's red bean paste, chocolate, vanilla... I think the red bean, for me.
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[He'll count his blessings that Shindou didn't see the money, his eyes completely fixated on the sweets as he makes his way forward. It was rare he got to spoil the boy--maids practically had everything handed to him.
Even if it was just taiyaki, it was taiyaki he got to buy.
Ibuki's tone switches from the teasing drawl to complete politeness as he hits up the stand, his humility showing as he points out which flavours he wants to get. Within seconds the exchange is made, money traded and bags given before he's turning on his heel towards Shindou to hand the designated flavour off to him.]
Careful, it's hot.
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[Shindou's eyes widen at the swiftness of Ibuki's actions, how he presents him with the snacks before he could even reach for his own wallet. In fact, he's still leaned in toward the menu, thinking he'd have to wait a few seconds for Ibuki to settle on his choice.
"How's vanilla sound?" he asked, and he didn't even wait for an answer...]
... Thank you, [is the response he finds after a second of stunned silence, reaching for the offered bag and smiling at the warmth that seeps in through his gloves.] You were so quick. I could've gotten it myself...
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[He knew Shindou had money--any idiot could figure out the rich kid is usually the one that pays. Which is exactly why Ibuki did this.]
You deserve to be treated too, you know.
[That's long enough, he thinks, teeth chomping on that fish's head and tearing a chunk clean off.]
Do you know how hard it is spoiling a kid who can pay for almost anything?
[A pause, before holding out the vanilla one.]
's good, by the way.
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[Ibuki has a wild way of eating. Shindou, meanwhile, approaches his freshly-made treat with caution, feeling how hot the surface is with his lips first and then biting into it. It's still scalding, too much so for his sensitive tongue, and it takes him much longer to get through his (much smaller) bite than it does Ibuki.]
It really is good. But it's so hot.
[He's smiling, though, as he holds out his own red bean one toward the other boy and leans in to take a bite of the vanilla one as well, burned tongue be damned.]
You don't have to worry about spoiling me.
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That's what you get for them making 'em right there. It's how you know it's the real deal.
[Ibuki leans over to bite a little part off of Shindou's as well, not nearly as wild and barbaric as he was to his own, but enough so that the filling can meet the cold air and cool off easier as well.
Shindou picked a good choice. The red bean WAS nice.]
Yeah well...maybe I want to.
[There's a soft elbow to Shindou's side.]
C'mon, it's not about who's got money or not, it's about me wanting to get you a snack to share with me.
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You could be such a gentleman, if you weren't so aggressive about it.
[But the smile on his face stays, and it's soft and genuine.]
But it's sweet, though not as much as that vanilla filling.
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[Ibuki takes the next bite of his, chewing over Shindou's thoughts in his head as well as the taiyaki in his mouth.
His fingers touch the top of his own to break off a piece, testing if it cooled down before offering it to Shindou.]
No one really gets that impression. I'm a sportsman first.
[Even he can't deny his people skills were more catering to those who respected the fire burning inside him and not much else.]
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I can't deny that. [Considering their first impressions of each other.] But it makes getting to know you all the more worthwhile.
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It was nice.
His fingertips twitch as lips brush against them, trying very hard not to let it show on his face that he'd noticed.]
C'mon, [He starts, that smile spreading and getting a little too devious for his own good.] You still regret it a little bit, right?
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Do you want me to regret it?
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But he'll tease a little, putting on a thinking face as they turn the corner out of the shopping district.]
Mmmm...
Nah, I'll spare the world your temper.
And I don't feel like getting kidnapped by birds again.