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HAYATO GOKUDERA | child @ 1479



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Gokudera. Leave a message, but don't waste my fucking time.

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[ Inwardly a little curious, but like hell he'll ask what's up. ]

No. [ Picking up speed by a bit, then. ]

[brinks]

[ Undeterred (because he's on a bike), Manami easily matches Gokudera's new pace. ]

Eh? Please? It won't take long.

[ Manami holds up his hands together, skillfully riding straight even without hands on the handlebars. ]

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[ He runs around to the other side of the bike, like that'll disorient Manami and make him lose his balance, maybe, or maybe just to shake him off— ] Then just do it yourself!

[brinks]

[ Sports anime can be very extreme, and pedestrians won't do a thing to shake him off. Only boredom will, but Manami has a goal, and while he hasn't flipped his concentration switch, he's still set on getting his points. ]

I need another person. It won't take long, I promise!

8 years later... as always, feel free to ignore if you prefer!

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[ Stepping in front of the bike this time, then, daring Manami to keep riding and bracing against the handlebars just in case. In the pissiest voice imaginable: ] Fine. What the fuck do you want?

8 years later... ignores u like always

[brinks]

[ Manami's not violent, just odd and intense in different circumstances. Luckily for Gokudera, he probably won't race Manami on a bike and is therefore safe.

Safe from how extremely off the wall he can be, at least, but not safe from his carefree attitude. He stops his bike with expertise, but it jolts because the distance between the two of them isn't that great. He smiles widely, all innocence, because how nice of Gokudera to position himself so neatly.

Smoothly, Manami leans over and gives Gokudera a chaste peck on the cheek. When he straightens, he's still all smiles. ]

Thanks!

1/3 or so

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[ —HAH????!!!??? ]

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[ —WHAT??? WAS THAT???

—He stands there in total bewilderment, mouth agape, eyes wide and staring right past Manami, maybe back into the dimension that he just left, because there's no way that honestly just actually, really, truly happened in the real world. Maybe Manami actually hit him with his stupid fucking bike and he knocked his head and dreamed up this bizarre nightmare.

He's had some weird and annoying admirers over the years, varying in persistence and technique, but this one takes the cake in boldness. Holy fucking shit. ]

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[ —Oh, right. Jumping backward, then, like he's jolted back to life. ]

—DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!!

[ Too late. ]

[brinks]

[ Manami holds his hands up like he's surrendering. He has no idea the extent of what his little kiss did to Gokudera, but he knows he got a reaction (and was expecting one).

His smile is guileless, not really placating but not trying to be instigating. ]

It's fine! I'm done. Thanks for the favor. I'm going to go now.

[ He backs up on his bike and smoothly steers around Gokudera. He's moving at a sedate enough pace that if someone wanted to catch up to him, they could. Otherwise, he's going to bike off into the proverbial sunset. ]