mayfield_rpg | Experiment 05

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Experiment 05

[Phone]

[Sure is V-day. Definitely something a scientist like Naze cares nothing about, right? Right... and yet, here she is, on the phone, hesitating, clearing her throat than speaking... in a surprisingly un-raspy and normal sounding female voice. Heck, Garviel's probably the only one who has heard her speak like this before, when she lost her mask during apocalypsefield.]

Kamijou. Are you busy today? You aren't, are you? I... have something to gi- to talk with you about. Think you can make the time for me? I mean, meet in person, that is, not that speaking with you isn't good enough, but I'd prefer if... look, just answer, okay?

[whoops sure didn't filter this.]

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[ OH SHIT. This is pretty much Touma's worst nightmare: someone calling him out when he doesn't know who is making said call, and he doesn't recognize the voice or have enough context clues given to him to figure it out on his own.

Good thing he can take his time replying when he's calmed down a bit.

Time to get as much information as he can before he agrees to any kind of meeting, though. ] Hey. I'm here. Sorry for the delay I was... doing laundry. [ Which is true! ] I actually do kinda have plans, but I could spare some time for you if you really need me.

Edited 2012-02-14 03:15 (UTC)

Is that so? Am I just an afterthought to you? That's a little depressing.

N-no, that's not what I mean! It's just that... I kind of made plans for tonight. [ And maybe tomorrow. Sob, what is his life, suddenly, just a string of engagements and appointments? It's a holiday on the horizon, so that means the town is going to do weird things, isn't it?

...or maybe it already had and she needs help. Damn it, he can't really find a good solid reason for turning her down, when he isn't even certain who it is. ] We can't just talk over the phone? [ Duh, Touma. She said that already. ]

Geez, aren't you busy.

Well, we already are, but I wanted to actually meet you in person for this...

You make it sound kinda ominous. [ Okay, that was a little too honest there. ] Where should we meet up?

[She actually sounds uncharacteristically bothered he took it that way.] ...sorry. It's nothing bad, I swear.

At the park, I guess?

[ That's a nice, neutral, public location. Touma doesn't even give her apology a second thought because, well, he doesn't know if he should have come to expect it or not. ]

Alright. I can be there in a half hour. [ This should be fun. Maybe he'll have something more to go on when he meets her in person. He hopes. Time to work that poker face! ]

[In any case, Naze's waiting... without her mask or knife on, for once. Bandage on her ~~humongous~~ forehead aside, she's actually really pretty... but of course, completely unrecognizable from her usual appearance, except maybe her eyes. From the neck down though, she's exactly the same.

She's standing about restlessly, perhaps nervously, holding onto a small wrapped box.]

[ He grabs his jacket and heads out, the poor patchwork on the left sleeve going well with his rushed and dissheveled look. Touma had some time before he had to head back and get done up for the date, so there's no real sense in making the effort before then.

No. It's something else. He doesn't need it. He can work the "fell fresh out of bed look". Yeah. That's totally it. ]

[ When he's in view, he raises a hand in greeting but stops short of approaching to stare at her openly.

Hang on a second... ]

Yes?

[She glances over at him with cool, impassive eyes that even romance flowers can't fix, though she does smile just the tiniest bit as his approach.]

Oh, uh. Nothing. [ Whoops. That's not playing it cool. He tucks his hands in his pockets and steps closer. ] I was just thinking you looked good.

Today, I mean. Not that you normally don't or anything. [ Totally smooth. ]

[A small giggle.] Well, normally I have a knife in my head, Kamijou.

[ NO.
FREAKING.
WAY.

Touma just blinks, the only outward sign that what she said seemed nearly impossible... but those eyes, and that figure...

Well. Damn. Even she had a cute side like this to her? He never would have guessed.

He cleared his throat. ] Er, well, I thought you said you didn't like removing it, which is why I'm surprised.

I can make exceptions if I have a reason to...

[Averting her eyes, she tries not to blush.]

What's so important that you'd—[ "pull a knife out of your head"? Cough. ] Erm. This seems like it was a lot of trouble for you.

Not really. Well, sort of. But it's nothing. You like me better this way, don't you? Any normal person would.

[ Touma shakes his head. ] It doesn't change who you are on the inside, right? [ Except it did sort of change how she acted. Maybe it had something to do with the knife cutting into some part of her brain that blocked this gentle side of her from coming out? Who knows; Touma's not the doctor, but Naze might just know enough about this sort of thing.

...which might be why she does it on purpose, too. Interesting. ] Besides, I don't think a whole lot of "normal" exists in Mayfield.

No but... appearances tend to matter, even if you think they don't. [Nope, it's just the dumb flowers making her dumb... she'll be so mad about this later. THIS ISN'T THE KIND OF SUFFERING SHE WANTED.]

I suppose so. Well, that doesn't mean we can't do some things normally... that is, what I mean is... [Fidget, fidget. Nope, not like Naze at all...]

[ A smirk. ] I'm going to know what I do and do not like, Naze.

[ Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he tilts his head a bit. ] Oh yeah. You said you really wanted to talk about something urgent, right? What's up? If it's trouble, I'll do what I can to help.

Edited 2012-02-15 06:44 (UTC)

[Normally she'd argue about the subconscious and various stimuli, but she has more important things right now...]

Well, that is... this is for you! [She takes out the box she's been holding behind her back and thrusts it forwards to him; it's a wrapped rectangular box and given what day it is, it's pretty obvious what's in it] Please accept it.

[ Touma looks between her face and the box a few times before carefully reaching out and taking it. ] Uh, thanks. I dunno what to say. [ What he should say is "you shouldn't have. really." but he can't bring himself to bring a frown to that cute face of hers. He gives her a curious look. ] Is it an apology for knocking me out? [ Yes, clearly. Idiot. ]

No. [Pause] Though I guess I'm a little sorry about that.

You do know what day it is, don't you?

A little? [ Skeptical look. She can do better than that.

He blinks at the question. ] Uh, I know what tomorrow is, if that's what you mean.

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