[Day: Saturday, March 8th. Time: 8:30 p.m.] [Weather: Cloudy. It was raining most of the day, and still is tonight!] [Katie spent the entire day with Chikako! Upon getting home, she decided to call Kyon. Let's see what they have to say.] [Mini Start] * Katie is home and out of uniform, flopped on the couch, with her sketchbook on her lap and pencil in hand. She makes a few more lines, then reaches over to the phone and dials Kyon's number. * Kyon is sitting in a restaurant of sorts in Aomori, with a bowl of red nikudon sitting half finished before him. He rolls his eyes at the phone's vibrating, pulls it out of his pocket, and checks the number before putting it to his ear. "Sorata speaking." * Katie grins from the other end. "" * Kyon eyes the staff of the restaurant calculatingly for a moment before answering. "" * Kyon shrugs quickly, regardless of the visibility. "" * Katie snickers as she goes back to sketching. "" * Kyon smirks. "" * Katie shades in Kumaguro's eyes. "" * Kyon cocks his head. "" * Katie chuckles. "" * Kyon shrugs quickly, and pokes at the food with his chopsticks, trying to free up an onion. "" * Kyon blows out a breath, moving the phone slightly away before he does so. "" * Kyon cocks his head. "" * Katie adds detail to the ears. "" * Kyon quiets down for a few moments, and presses himself up in his seat, before saying coolly, "" * Katie snickers. "" * Kyon smirks. "" * Kyon shakes his head bemusedly, then picks up the onion and some rice, eating it quietly before replying. "" <*You're* the one who told me to ask him about it.> * Kyon nods quickly. "" He shuffles the food around some more, freeing up some meat. "" * Kyon eats the meat with some rice, still quiet about it, then replies, "" * Katie adds soft lines down Kumaguro's neck. * Kyon sits back, and thinks. "" * Kyon scowls. "" * Katie blinks. "" * Kyon puts down the chopsticks and flexes his free hand on the table. "" * Kyon closes his eyes, and holds the phone slightly away as he mutters something in Chinese, then brings it back. "" * Kyon takes his hand from the table and jams it in his pants pocket. "" * Katie sighs. "" She continues sketching. * Kyon shakes his head irritatedly. "" * Kyon shrugs, and pauses awkwardly before saying, "" * Kyon shakes his head quickly. "" * Kyon stares across the restaurant. "" * Kyon stays quiet for a while. He scans the restaurant, pulls his hand out of his pocket, and picks up the chopsticks again before saying, "" * Katie blinks. "" She sets the pencil on the phone stand and closes her sketchbook. * Kyon speaks so coolly his voice is almost flat. "" * Katie frowns. * Kyon stays quiet, and eats some more of his food. He scowls a bit at its lukewarmness by this point, but eats it anyway. * Kyon nods tersely. "" * Katie picks at her shirt with her free hand, and her voice softens a little. "" * Kyon shrugs tersely. "" * Kyon smirks. "" * Kyon shrugs, and goes back to poking at the food. "" * Kyon scowls. "" * Katie scowls, too, and snaps, "" * Kyon shakes his head bemusedly. "" * Kyon shrugs quickly, and answer coolly. "Don't go telling me what I don't care about. Trust me. If you don't force him, I don't think he's going to hurt you. That isn't enough?" * Katie goes silent, staring down at her sketchbook. She flattens her free hand against it. * Kyon moves the phone slightly away from his ear, and finishes his food. * Kyon listens to the quiet, then moves smoothly up from his chair. He checks the bill next to his food, fishes around in his pockets, and goes to the register. He leaves the check and the money, and walks out. Then he looks at the phone to see if the line is still active. * Katie is still on other end, set held to her ear and staring down at the sketchbook. * Kyon sets off towards his bike, and sets the phone back to his ear. "" * Katie stays silent for a moment longer, then asks in a deceptively even tone, "" * Kyon gets to his bike, and leans down against it, looking down the street. "" He pauses, and closes his eyes. "" * Katie throws her sketchbook across the room. "" * Kyon shakes his head quickly, and tosses one leg over the bike. "" He stops awkwardly, then continues, "" * Katie grits her teeth for the briefest of moments before yelling, "" She presses her free hand to her ear with a wince. * Kyon holds the phone away from his ear a bit as Katie yells, looking down at the bike, waiting for her to slow down. "" His voice quivers. "" * Katie grabs the armrest, continuing to sit too rigidly and still. "" * Kyon strengthens his voice, and clips off, "" * Kyon tightens his free hand on the handlebar. "" * Katie tries to force herself to relax. "" * Kyon scowls, and presses himself off the bike. "" * Katie nods. "" * Kyon shakes his head quickly. "" * Kyon smirks. "" He sobers a bit. "" * Katie says, almost seriously, "" * Kyon shrugs bemusedly. "" * Katie tilts her head back and looks at the ceiling. "" * Kyon smirks. "" * Katie smiles faintly and adds, more lightly, "" * Kyon nods quickly, but keeps smirking. "" * Kyon smiles thinly. "" * Katie snorts. "" She flops to one side, looking at her poor, partially open sketchbook. * Kyon shakes his head quickly. "" * Kyon shrugs quickly. "" * Kyon barks out a laugh. "" * Kyon cocks his head. "" * Katie rolls her eyes. "" * Kyon shakes his head bemusedly. "" * Kyon shrugs. "" * Kyon smirks. "" * Kyon rolls his eyes. "" * Katie tsks. "" * Kyon shakes his head bemusedly. "" * Katie snickers. "" * Kyon moves back on the bike a bit. "" * Kyon shakes his head. "" * Kyon holds out a hand. "" * Katie wrinkles her nose. "" * Kyon cocks his head. "Why? You gave me something big, and in person. Don't think it would be wrong to return a small chocolate and a note? No personal contact?>" * Katie shrugs. "" * Kyon smirks. "" * Katie yawns. "" * Kyon shakes his head bemusedly. "" * Katie blinks, then grins. "" * Kyon turns on his bike, and reaches back for his helmet. He answers sarcastically, "" * Kyon takes the helmet in hand, and sets it on his lap. "" * Kyon shrugs quickly. "" * Katie pauses, then continues, "" * Kyon nods tersely. "Right. Later, Katie." * Kyon tersely says, "" Then he stabs the button to hang up, shoves his phone in his pocket, jams his helmet on, and drives off home. * Katie hangs up, too. She stands, rubs at the back of her neck, and picks up the sketchbook, carefully smoothing the pages as she heads to her room. [Mini End.]