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You live with Kuroo? [he can't completely disguise the twinge of...envy, almost, at hearing that. while he doesn't get along with most of his teammates, he finds himself suddenly acutely aware of the fact that he might be the most isolated out of all of them. he's not even staying with anyone from a different sport, which makes him feel even more decidedly out of his element.]

Ah, yeah... [and now he looks a bit sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck.] This place has the best cakes, and I was worried if I came too late in the day, they'd all be sold out. I really want to try it.

Edited 2015-06-20 01:45 (UTC)

[ He makes a sound in favour of nodding or verbally answering, curious gaze focused on the other as he tries to understand why Tsukishima sounds like that. Is he alone in his house? ] He's my 'brother', I guess. Are you not with anyone you know?

[ Most of those he's talked to are with someone on their team or at least someone they're friends with, of the people from back home at least.

Kenma can completely understand the sentiment, because he feels the same way. ] Yeah, I was hoping that wouldn't happen, too. It looks like we're the only ones for now. [ Which is something he's already very grateful for: no crowds or rushing or loudness. ]

No. I have a little sister named Miu, I think she's like ten or so, and two fathers who are...off the wall, to put it as politely as possible. [batshit insane is more what he'd prefer to say, but kenma is a quiet enough presence that he doesn't feel the need to just bubble over with vitriol right this second.]

Mm. I hope it stays that way. I don't care for crowds, especially not this early in the morning. [and with his home situation being what it is, his ability to handle that shit is at an all-time low.]

[ Ouch, Kenma can't say he envies him or his situation at that, but he does give Tsukishima a sympathetic look. ] Is your sister nice at least? It sounds like it must be pretty loud...

[ He perks up, brows lifting slightly. He, of course, doesn't know the other too well or know much about him, and so hearing something like that is of interest. Two things they have in common already, huh. ]

Yeah, me too. If it does I guess we can just get the slices as take-out and go somewhere else. [ Ah. Maybe saying 'we' had been presumptuous, but Kenma doesn't correct himself. ]

She tried to tackle me from on top of a table, and we'd known each other for less than twenty-four hours at that point. [admittedly, she wasn't as bad as either of their fathers, considering he could actually parse what she was saying most of the time.] It's incredibly loud, but Kageyama lets me hide out at his house sometimes, so I guess it could be worse.

[he shoves his hands in his pockets, letting his gaze linger on the door of the bakery before shifting back to kenma. kageyama drives him up the wall, and quite frankly, he needs to spend some time with someone he doesn't want to strangle. given how well this conversation has been going, he thinks kenma fits the bill.] Mm, we aren't far from the library, and they allow food and drinks in the lobby area. Plus, it's never crowded.

[ Jeez, is that what it's like having actual younger siblings? He's pretty much always been glad to be an only child, but now even more so and for the fact that he only has Kuroo to deal with... ] Sounds, uhm, tiring... Oh. Are you two close?

[ He's, honestly, a little curious considering his limited knowledge of the Karasuno team, excluding Hinata. Kageyama is an enigma to him, hard to understand and almost equally as hard to communicate with. Maybe it's just because his expressions are intimidating...

Kenma spares a moment to check the time on his phone out of anticipation, and then perks up when he slips it back into his pocket. The place should be opening up soon. ] That sounds good. I've never really visited the library here.

Who, me and Kageyama? [his nose wrinkles in obvious distaste.] No. We can't stand each other. But we're still teammates, and he pities me. Normally that would piss me off, but it gets me away from my "family".

[he's never been particularly close to his teammates with the exception of yamaguchi, and until now, his friend's good terms with everyone else acted like a conductor. with him suddenly gone, it left him feeling like his connection had been severed, and while his senpais were still treating him the same, he didn't know how to act around the people who were his age, specifically hinata and kageyama.]

[but his sour mood disappears when the owner of the establishment walks up to the door, flipping the sign from "closed" to "open", giving the two boys a smile before going back behind the counter.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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?

[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.]

[ 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.

[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.]

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