Get out and jump

“No one in particular. It just seemed so.”

"W-well, I’m not! We’re friends. Sort of. I guess.."

"... there's something then..."

“Oh, I see… well, Nagoya was under my shirt the whole time!”

"Who the hell keeps a chicken under their shirt?" Him apparently.

"So it's wrong to? Then where am I supposed to put it?"

It’s so cute and fluffy—he practically tugged the ears as if they were just warm bath towels stuck on the head. He had heard her warning, but one playful tug shouldn’t hurt a bit.

"Could I like keep you!?" He brushed the long ears enthusiastically, but keeping it gentle for her sake (well, at least he understood her dismay).

“The hell is your problem!? Hurting a feline like that!”

♠     “Hurt? I would never hurt anyone. I simply tossed the cat to the ground. Cats always land on their feet. No worries." 

"... but what made you even do that, huh?"

"What do you mean it's not possible? Is it because you spent all your money on the hot chocolate!? It's okay! It's okay! I'll carry you there by foot!" said Haru,utterly missing the whole point of her grief. 

“Oh, sorry.”

"I’m sorry Haru! I’ve been busy and accidentally forgot. Do you want to still get food?"

                         ;—{ ✽ } "A Haru convention…" She repeated, amazed anything like that would even pop into his head. "N-No, that’s not it. Yoshida-san, you know Haru is a pretty common name."

"That's why there could be a Haru convention, Haru-chan!" And he had to stifle his laugh from thinkindg he had just called himself a cutesy tag.

“Did I say something? I should be asking, 'Did you say something'…”

"Yes. I said, 'Did you say something'."

    “I do have a name. It’s Yami.” Yami disliked the nickname that the man is giving him. He started to shuffle the cards. ”Very well since you asked, I’ll go easy with this game.”

Haru gazed at the ferocious hair and then at the whirling cards. He could hardly hear the guy from his wildfire of thoughts, but Haru had asked almost too innocently, "Cool, but shuffle them quick or your hair might eat them."

Ah! Right. Her face abruptly lit up as she remembered what she was supposed to retrieve from the repair shop. "Well, I guess I am going somewhere important? I have to pick up my mic before three o’clock, or else I’m going to have to shout at work…” Ayano trailed off, already taking awkward steps backwards, away from her new acquaintance. "Yeah, um, basically!" A few more steps. "Ah, see you later, then, Yoshida-san?" Guilt prominent in her features, she made a distressed waving motion with her hands. "I’ll make up for the scarf incident next time!!"

Haru inclined his head, but smiled nonetheless. Brief meetings were better than any kind of warm underwear. He nodded, and paced forward towards her. Thanks to his towering built, he managed to tap her shoulder as if to pass on some sort of security spell on her. He told her slowly, "Okay! Just make sure to take care of yourself next time!"

"Girlfriend? And just who told you that?”

"No one in particular. It just seemed so."

"So even people in this lovely city aren’t beyond theft…" Kasper sighed, "When is it appropriate to yell..? I mean, is this considered harassment?" 

"Then you getting my game is considered bullying!"

"C-cute? Me…?! I-I don’t think….why do you want to pinch my cheeks?"

"Cuz' they're bigger than my chicken's butt! So I gotta measure them--for science."

"But you already pulled a chicken out of… somewhere. I don’t even need to try anymore."

"Oh, I see... well, Nagoya was under my shirt the whole time!"

{❀}—; After trying to ignore the males gaze for some time finally the girl let out a sigh. “Why are you looking at me like that?” A simple question. Had she done something to upset this guy? Not from what she could recall.

"H-huh? No, I wasn't!" He returned his gaze quickly on the pavement, but his eyes hoisted above again, still lingering before the girl. He didn't know how to say the damn words, despite how simple they were. He might as well frighten her away.

"Ah?" His excitement came as a surprise to her. Smiling, she brushed one ear over her hair. "If you’d like but please be gentle, it’s a bit sensitive."

It's so cute and fluffy--he practically tugged the ears as if they were just warm bath towels stuck on the head. He had heard her warning, but one playful tug shouldn't hurt a bit.