Teagan glanced back, a hint of a smirk flickering over his face. Good. "I don't need it, thanks." He replied, continuing to walk at the same leisurely pace. He hoped she would turn this into a real chase; tbat would be fun. Especially if she had a Trick and wasn't afraid to use it. Then it would be a great fight. Even if anyone tried to interfere. It would still be a great fight. One he needed. He kept walking at the same pace, the hood still pulled over his head.
"You didn't pay, the least you can do is take the receipt." Osora countered, raising an eyebrow as she continued to follow him. She could probably use her Trick in some way, trip him up with a bit of bone or something, but she wouldn't. It wasn't necessarily that she was ashamed of her Trick-though admittedly, part of her was more affected by the stares and whispers than she let on-it was more that she preferred keeping as much of it a secret as she could. Gave her an advantage. And with her height, which was disadvantage enough, any advantage was welcome.
"Why would I take the receipt if i didn't pay?" Teagan retorted, still walking. God. I just want a fight. Maybe not with a little short girl, though. That might not be a smart idea. He shrugged very slightly, and kept walking at the same moderate pace. The silver ring on his finger moved and twitched as he walked, but he didn't react, letting it twist and flow around his fingers.
Osora sighed, switching from walking to jogging with all the casualness of a person literally on a jog. She caught up easily that way, actually holding up a piece of paper that looked somewhat like a receipt, minus the letters and numbers. The letter it had were in a messy scrawl, the words 'read a book' visible on them. "I've never met someone that bad at robbing a place." She said simply, tucking the paper into his hood with a quick movement and picking up the pace. Might as well actually go for a jog. If he had something to say, he could keep up.
He laughed, easily keeping pace with her. "Who, me? I wasn't trying to. I was trying to rile you up, have a bit of fun. That failed, so now I'll have to find somewhere else to get my fun." He shrugged. "I don't need your money." I really don't. My parents deposit money in my bank account every month and that's all the contact I have with them. I mean…it's a good amount of money, sure, but… He continued matching her pace rather easily, his long legs covering ground in quick, easy strides. Teagan glance over at her. A hint of a strong, well shaped jawline wad visible where his hood had blown back, along with lips caught in a light smirk.
"You aren't the first to have tried. Riling me up, I mean." Osora said simply, her back ramrod straight. Odd posture for a teenager, but not for a ballerina. So everyone commented on the former, because she kept that bit of her life a secret as well. "I've been told I'm a bit emotionless. 'Reminiscent of a walking corpse, expression-wise', was the exact phrase used. On multiple occasions." She said, and honestly, it made sense. "So, what made you decide you needed to 'rile up' the first convenience store employee you could find?"
He shrugged slightly. "Hey, it was worth a try. As for that…well, I would have gotten in trouble had I done anything else." He smirked again. "And besides, does it really matter to you? And if you aren't riled, why did you follow me?" He looked at her again with a shrug. This girl is an enigma. If she doesn't care, why follow me? This doesn't make sense.
"I'm bored." Was all she said about that, reaching up to pull her strange hair into a short ponytail. Not 'I was bored'. As though he hadn't quite cured that boredom yet, and she was almost hoping he would. "'I'd get in trouble' sounds kind of like a bullshit excuse." She said, before jogging across the street instead of turning, without checking for cars, and somehow avoiding each one as it drove where she would have been moments ago. And she never once flinched, or showed any signs of hesitation.
Teagan shrugged. He waited, then followed her. "Hey, when your family is ten kinds of fucked up, you gotta worry about gettin' in trouble a little more." He replied. "Last time i did something big without permission, i got my ass handed to me on a silver platter." That had been the time he had "accidentally" killed someone by turning their shirt into iron and strangling them with the collar. Yeah. The whole family had had to move after that. Seriously. The entire family. That was why they were here now.
"Hm. Makes sense." Osora said, picking up the pace just slightly, searching for the burn in her legs that she loved. She didn't seem to care about looking at him, something most people did when talking to others, just fine with looking forward. "How many times did it take you getting in trouble for you to figure 'maybe I shouldn't'?"
Teagan sped up as well, keeping pace with her. "Hm. Well, I never really figured that. I just figured hey, if I don't get caught i dont get punished. So I don't get caught anymore." He smirked, yet again. "And that's the secret. You don't get caught, won't nobody do nothing." He shrugged, still keeping pace with her as if it were as easy as breathing. Which, with his long legs, it probably was.
“I’m calling incorrect information.” Osora said, shaking her head slightly and finally looking over at him. “Most of the world won’t do anything. There are people out there who will, though. People who look specifically for people like that, to make sure they don’t hurt anyone.” The way she spoke made it seem like she knew more about that than she should, almost like she had personal experience. Whether as the person getting away with things or stopping people from getting away with things, was unclear, though.
Teagan shrugged. "Havent been stopped yet, miss…?" He trailed off, raising his eyebrows. "I don't believe i know your name." He said with a chuckle. "But it's not important, I suppose. And either way, no one has stopped me yet. Ain't stopped no one in my family." Except for Uncle Henri. He added to himself. But that dont matter too much either. He kept going, staying beside her.
“Tokino Osora.” Osora said, looking forward again. “Someone will get there, don’t worry. In fact, I think you’re lucky you’re new. They haven’t heard anything about you yet.” She turned down a side street, less populated and quiet, little kids running around and waving to Osora as she passed.
"Alright. If you say so." Teagan replied. "And who's they, then?" He asked, glancing at her curiously. He shook his head slightly. Why am i prolonging this conversation? I should just leave! He thought. I'll leave after she answers my question, okay? He told himself.
“The Surutameni Jōshō.” Osora said, coming to a stop to pick up a little girl’s hat and hand it back to her, before continuing along. “A vigilante group protecting Tokyo, or I guess trying to. Has to be hard when there are so many people. They’ve been taking the internet by storm though.”
He made a soft humming noise. "I see. I believe I've heard of them. Vaguely." He shrugged. He tugged his hood back down all the way. "Well. I need to be on my way. It was…enlightening to speak with you, miss Osora." He started walking away, hands in his pockets and whistling merrily. He didn't seem to be worried about a thing, despite what she had just told him.
(God I have this random urge to make a character based off of "you should see me in a crown" by Billie Eilish but like…I have no idea what to do lol)
Osora blinked at the use of we first name, before remembering he wasn’t from around here. He didn’t have the same customs. “It’s Tokino to you, unless you’re planning on putting in the effort to be a bit more than casual accidental acquaintances.” She called after him, shaking her head as their paths split.
((I’ve never heard that one, but uh, sounds kinda badass. Big fan of Moriarty from Sherlock saying it))
Teagan laughed. "I'll call you whatever i want, thanks." He called over his shoulder, before turning a corner and vanishing from sight. He pulled the chips out of his pocket with a sigh and a chuckle. "Well. At least i got a snack." He commented to himself as he walked back towards his home. He took a long, convoluted, and winding route, just in case she followed him.
(Ooh you should totally look it up, it's my new favorite song lol. Oof same tho!! Hes an amazing villain)
((Skippito? To school or another run in with her as Scythe? And also I totally will tmrrw))
(sure! To school, maybe? Alright cool. Lemme know what you think!)
((Your start or mine?))
(mm could you? And then ill have Teagan waltz into class like ten minutes late or something lol)
“Okay okay, but hear me out. Matching jackets.”
King’s suggestion was met with a round of groans and a thrown ball of paper, courtesy of Rheeha. They were all in homeroom, the class they all shared together, talking instead of listening to the teacher talk. The teacher didn’t care that much. He had given up on getting them to listen, and keeping them apart, as they somehow always ended up sitting next to each other. All five of them in the back corner of the room, King and Yama next to each other, Reeha and Shou right behind them, and Osora in the last row, with the only empty seat in the classroom right next to her. Nobody but her friends wanted to sit next to her, and she was fine with that.
“That’s the dumbest thing that’s come out of your mouth this morning.” Reeha stated, adjusting her hijab in the front facing camera of her phone, earning an offended “hey!” from King.
“I’m not sacrificing my aesthetic just for matching jackets. Besides, I’ve already got a hoodie.” Osora said, after swallowing a mouthful of Kara-age that she technically wasn’t supposed to have in school.
“Your hoodie doesn’t cover anything!” King countered, throwing his hands up.
“That’s the point.”
Teagan arrived late, a backpack slung over his back and a different jacket from the one the other day on. It was painfully obvious that he wasn't from around here, with white skin lightly tanned in the sun, and broad shoulders, towering nearly a full head over even the tallest in the classroom. He came in, and looked around. It's that girl! He realized as he plopped down beside her, setting his backpack on the floor beside him. His hair was a tawny blond, with a few streaks dyed crimson. He fidgeted with his shirt, straightening it and raking a hand through his hair. He had slept through his alarm, damn it all. And now he was late, and the only seat had been the seat next to her! He swore under his breath.