semi-hiatus// but I hate losing even more

She flipped another page of the thick book she was reading. Another book from her beloved Conan Doyle, of course. She had read the book a million times but it still interested her like the first.

He had her mumble something that sounded distinctly like basketball, but waved that aside. He wouldn't be surprised that people could identify his sport, given his height. Drawing up closer to her, he examined her carefully.

Perhaps one of the reasons he put up with the other with so high levels of patience regarding the ever present reluctance towards most anything that held next to zero interest to Atsushi, especially when it came to basketball, was how childish the teen’s actions actually were. He was stubborn in insisting against this but would yield in the end, if Tatsuya simply get pushing and goading the male enough. Atsushi wasn’t stupid either, perfectly aware he couldn’t just skip even if he wished to do so.

Once again, Murasakibara lamented mentally to himself about how Himuro seemed to know how his mind worked -- and how be abused that knowledge. With the sweets, for example. His eyes brightened, though, when Himuro dangled the prospect of buying any snack he wanted right over him. It seemed like his partner knew him as well as ever. "Fine," he huffed, although he was sure Himuro had long known what his answer would be.

Well that was good. It was nice to see people at the very least interested in her baking. “Well then here you go.” She said handing them over to him. “If you like ‘em, I can make more for you, tomorrow.” At least then someone else could tell her if they’re good or not

Remembering his manners -- she did kindly offer him a whole bunch of cookies after all -- Murasakibara dipped his head ever so slighty to her. "Thank you," he said, before stuffing two into his mouth all at once. A couple of chews later, his eyes widened. "Tasty," he mumbled through a mouthful of cookie, eyes brightening.

One track mind this one. But that was okay, it’s not like she was really one to talk. And she was pretty sure that he would be plenty hungry, seeing how tall he was. “You’re hungry? Well, if you want ‘em, I got some extra cookies I baked at home. You can definitely have ‘em.”

It was generally frowned upon to accept food from complete strangers, but Murasakibara wasn't one to follow such silly rules. Besides, nobody would actually bother to kidnap someone like him. "Mmm," he mumbled in agreement, eager to relieve her of her cookies.

Meeting Memes!

It’s the giant himself. Hard to miss him, and Mitsuko didn’t get to see him by himself. This was going to be interesting. “Wow, you’re really tall up close.”

He felt relief wash over him when Kuroko seemed to calm down -- the other seemed better than before, at least. Taking advantage of the situation, he ruffled Kuroko's hair more, gently tracing circles around the back of his head. "I told you sweets were good," he said, waving away Kuroko's thanks. As long as the phantom could calm down, he didn't mind giving Kuroko as many sweets as he needed.

Midorima was as direct as always, Murasakibara noted. How annoyingly impatient. Deciding that it wouldn't hurt to annoy him a little further, he scratched his head slowly. "Eehh, what was I going to do here...?"

   Akashi was glad when slowed down his pace, the reason why he had asked for it also because he couldn’t keep up with his shorter legs. He inwardly cursed his height, but dismissed it once he saw the small fond smile on Atsushi’s lips. It was care to see the giant smile, so it was a pleasant sight.

Hearing Akashi remind him once again that they were not in a hurry, Murasakibara slowed down, although his fingers still twitched impatiently. "I'm not hurrying," he protested, eyes fixed on the treats laid out in front of him. He was just being quick. After all, the faster he could get the sweets, the better... right?

  It was almost amusing how quickly Atsushi went from completely uninterested to excited in less than a second. Sweets could always brighten the giant’s day up and while Akashi knew it wasn’t healthy for Murasakibara, then he also wanted to be somewhat sweet now when they didn’t see each other that often. “Of course. There is no need to hurry Atsushi, we will make it in time,” he assured – though he didn’t stop the other from tug at his sleeve. It was a habit of the other, so he was actually rather used to it and he also knew that the action wasn’t meant as disrespect, the only reason as to why he accepted it.

Murasakibara knew that they'd make it in time, but it was still hard for him not to hurry to the shop. The faster they got there, the faster he could enjoy the sweet treats. Nevertheless, he slowed his pace, trying hard not to rush forward. Akashi was being really nice today, and he couldn't help but let his lips curve into a fond smile.

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