When Storms Sulk


Date: 2018-11-10
Pose Count: 7
Kokoro Akakuma 2018-11-10 04:56:14 100084
    School is out, the non-club folks are all starting to head home, and off in one relatively secluded nook somewhere, Kokoro Akakuma is sitting at the base of a tree, legs drawn up to rest her arms on them.

    Her emotions are a right mess at the moment. She's frustrated at the relative lack of new info from Jishinhime. She's not sure what to make of what little info she DID get. She's irritated that Jishinhime's mother got to raise her for longer than Elysia did Kokoro, that the other girl has more ties to her heritage and powers. She's irritated at herself for being so unfairly irritated at Jishinhime, knowing full well the other girl did nothing to earn it.

    About the only thing for certain is that she's staring off into nothing, with a distant but troubled look on her face. That hedge over there should catch fire at any moment.
Rikuko Ishii 2018-11-10 05:08:21 100085
"Akakuma-san~!" The voice is soft, but very nearby, as Rikuko leans over slightly with one hand resting on the tree. "I am certain that the bush is quite sorry for whatever it did to you. You should stop plotting its untimely demise."

Rikuko smiles pleasantly, leaning over a bit more. "I was wondering if I could steal you for a few minutes."
Kokoro Akakuma 2018-11-10 05:16:17 100086
    The voice draws Kokoro out of her thoughts unexpectedly, and for a second she's left blinking in mild confusion. "Huh? ...oh." She must have been glaring. The brown-haired girl blows out a soft breath, then turns to look up at Rikuko with another blink of confusion. Steal her? And what's with that friendly smile. They've talked all of once. Grumblegrumble. Still, she can't really pull off 'rude brushoff' the way she could a year or two ago. "...it important? I got a lot on my plate right now." Probably 'a lot on her mind' would be the more accurate way to put it.
Rikuko Ishii 2018-11-10 05:28:33 100087
It's definitely not suspicious at all and there certainly isn't any ulterior motive. Really. Probably.

"You know, it is funny you should say that." Rikuko nods once and smiles again. "It most certainly is important. Though you can stay sitting here if you prefer. Here." Her other hand, which had been behind her back, is revealed, holding something wrapped in a colorful cloth napkin. Rikuko holds it out within easy reach. "I need a taste tester, and I do not know the girls in the cooking club well enough yet to tell how truthful they are being."
Kokoro Akakuma 2018-11-10 05:32:21 100088
    "I-"

    Grrrowl.

    Whatever Kokoro had been about to say, it's cut off by her own traitorous stomach. Her one visible cheek brightens a little, and with her gazed turned off to one side, she holds out a hand to accept the cloth-wrapped package. Though she does feel compelled to point out one thing. "...you probably know 'em better than you know me." Rikuko actually has club with them, after all. She's talked with Kokoro all of once before now!

    Nevermind that she's accepting the request at the same time she's saying this.
Rikuko Ishii 2018-11-10 05:50:11 100089
That audible growl gets a giggle from the shorter girl. "And that is one of the reasons I chose to come to you." Rikuko pauses for a moment. "That, and you were the first one I saw after leaving the clubroom." At least she's being honest.

"Go ahead. Eat!" While the bento box and chopsticks inside the napkin look pretty ordinary, what's inside is a bit less so. Thin slices of vegetables are interspaced with slices of chicken and roast beef, and a bright orange sauce is in a small compartment to one side. Even before Kokoro tries it, Rikuko looks on expectently, wanting to be sure to catch the tall girl's initial reactions.

"...oh." Just as Kokoro is about to take her first bite, Rikuko remembers something. "It is a little spicy, so be warned."
Kokoro Akakuma 2018-11-10 05:54:35 100090
    Kokoro doesn't say anything immediately. But her eyes tell most of the story. That's a bento that looks absolutely delicious. "...huh." After a few seconds of trying to decide whether she should say more, she takes up the chopsticks; she's just about to bite down when she gets a warning, and one brown eye glances between Rikuko and the bento briefly. "...I can handle spicy."

    Nomf. Two bites for each little item - one without the sauce, one with. Gotta get a proper taste of everything.