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[cleverblocker]

"If someone isn't dead, dying, or on fire, think very carefully if you want to bother me. Also yes, there is a lion in my house, a real, breathing, shitting, man-eating lion. I'm not making it up. Fuck off."

Unit 1469
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[purrceives]

[ Kenma doesn't want to pry, it isn't something he does often anyway, but it's still curious to hear that they seem to get along so terribly. Something like that isn't really the case among the Nekoma members, no matter how often some of them yell at each other. ] You could always come over to our place sometime. [ The offer has his own gaze sliding off to the side, not focused on anything in particular, as he briefly muses over what might be his own false assumption that Tsukishima would even want to do something like that. ] I mean, I don't think Kuro would mind, and you guys could probably practice together. [ It's not like Kenma's a volleyball player, too, or anything, nope. He brightens when the owner appears, a quickness to his reaction that Kenma normally doesn't have, and he pauses in front of the door as if waiting - before it occurs to him that he's maybe a little too used to his childhood friend opening and holding doors for him. He takes it upon himself to do the same for Tsukishima instead, propping the door open with a foot to let the other go first. ]

[cleverblocker]

[if he didn't know kuroo better than that, he'd refuse on the grounds that the guy probably wasn't thrilled with him after The Cake Incident. but if anything, it probably just made the older middle blocker like him more. plus, he's always gotten the impression that he'd get along well with kenma; they were both quiet, and thoughtful.] I think Kuroo would drag me out to practice whether I like it or not. [he looks at kenma, and the other boy's posture doesn't look like he's uncomfortable with what he just offered.] Thank you, though. I'll take you up on that.

[it's a little weird to be the one following behind kenma, since usually he's the one forging ahead with yamaguchi hot on his heels. but regardless, it's nice of him to open the door for him, and he nods in recognition as he steps inside. immediately, he's assaulted with the smell of sweets and fresh-baked bread, and it makes him inhale deep and sigh. god, he loves this place.

he approaches the counter, eyes immediately locating the plate closest to him that bears a pretty hand-written card that says: "New! Blackberry cake with home made cream cheese icing". he points in lieu of actually saying anything.] Two, please. To eat here. [the place was still deserted this early, so they could eat in peace.]

[purrceives]

[ There's a quiet sound from him, almost too faint to be heard, but it had been a humoured reaction to Tsukishima's statement. His tone, the words, are filled with a sense of exasperated affection for the male in question when he says ] Yeah, he does that. [ Kenma simply gives a nod in acknowledgement of that gratitude, following after the other looking all the more eager now that they're inside. Tsukishima gets his silent gratitude for ordering for them both, his hands fishing into his pocket for the money he'd brought with him while his gaze roams the interior surroundings in search of the best seats. ] Do you want to sit at a table or a booth?

[cleverblocker]

[the quiet sound puzzles him for a moment, because he isn't accustomed to parsing subtle expressions or sounds (since all his friends are anything but), and when he eventually places it as a sound of amusement, the corners of his own lips turn up minutely. he pays by handing over the credit card that had been given to him in his welcome packet, which still feels strange and like something an adult should be doing instead of a fifteen year old, but no one's fussed at him or tried to take it back, so it must be okay.]

A table is probably better. I'll end up kicking you if I can't move my chair back.

[just because he knows what to do with his stork legs 90% of the time doesn't mean he isn't still a gangly teenager sometimes. when the waitress places two porcelain plates, complete with doilies on them and everything, with the cake on a tray, he picks it up and follows kenma to wherever he decided they should sit.]

[purrceives]

[ He mulls over that for but a moment before silently agreeing, making sure to wait for Tsukishima to have the cake in possession before he turns and heads over to a table by the front windows, choosing one that at least won't have the morning sunlight shining in their faces. ] I can pay you back sometime. [ He calls behind his shoulder, grateful for the fact that Tsukishima had paid but still feeling the need to say that. And Kenma takes a seat, eager anticipation bright in his face, gold eyes wide as he peers at the tray. ] It looks really good. We got big pieces.

[cleverblocker]

[tsukishima is grateful that the table kenma choses is positioned away from the early morning sunlight streaming through the windows. taking a seat across the table, he's glad to see how (relatively) excited kenma looks about the cake, because it makes him feel less self-conscious about his own anticipation. he nods in response to being paid back sometime in the future, because he's not very concerned about it at the moment; it's just nice to think that they might have the chance to hang out again.]

Mm, I bet it's because we were the first customers.

[he takes the plates from the tray, setting one in front of kenma and the other in front of himself along with forks and napkins, setting the empty tray aside once the motions are complete.]