poooossibly looking for games. canon is hyouka!

[conserve]

[ there are several things wrong with this situation. if he wanted to, houtarou can count them all off his fingers without needing to pause for breath, but he doesn't, and so he won't, because he's been around chitanda long enough to know that, sometimes (read: all of the time), he just can't win.

(though let it be known that he's already thought of twelve.) ]

No.

[ and still, he tries! if you can call that trying, because he knows his mun, and he knows the terrible, awful, no good places she could bring him to, and he should fight for his salvation, shouldn't he? or something.

Where's the line between fighting and begging for mercy?

quickly--! what would chitanda do? ]

Please.

[ Damn, I crossed it. ]

Comments

[conserve]

[ ...seriously, though, look at his hair.

If I touch it, will I burn? ]

1/2

[coaches]

Haha, clever. I'll give you credit. But you also leave yourself wide open to assumptions by everyone else, you know?

[coaches]

[... kiddo, you're staring.]

1/3

[conserve]

[ shit - caught! ]

[conserve]

[ okay just pretend it didn't happen, whatever, nothing to see here, moving on-- ]

I guess that's true.

[conserve]

But I'm not obligated to humor any of them.

[coaches]

[If you want to touch his hair, man...]

Even if I asked you an absurd question, or insulted you in some way? Would you humor me then?

1/3

[conserve]

[ wait - really??? ]

[conserve]

[ --wait, no, stop that, he doesn't care!! ]

[conserve]

Getting insulted doesn't usually make a person want to appease the other.

[ but he'll keep quiet about the absurd question bit. It depends on the question, but that would just open a whole new topic of conversation. ]

1/2

[coaches]

Okay, okay. I can agree with that.

[coaches]

Do you always make the same boring expressions?

[conserve]

[ Isn't that a little too harsh? ]

I was born with a condition.

[ to not give a fuck. ]

[coaches]

[Look, he warned you. Also insults are character-building.]

It's taking a toll.

[classicuriosity]

[Meanwhile someone close by is just watching you two talk, and over here, she's just going to go murmur to Oreki's ear] Oreki-san, Oreki-san!

1/2

[conserve]

[ --GHEH! where did you come from?!

shit shit he needs to distract her before she starts talking to his mun! ]

[conserve]

Wh-What is it, Chitanda?

[classicuriosity]

Don't you think his hair looks odd? Just look at how it stands like that! Even G***by can't do that! [or maybe it can?]

[conserve]

[ houtarou wouldn't know. seriously, the most he does to his hair is run his fingers through it. ]

It's impolite to stare. [ never mind houtarou had been doing that just a few minutes earlier.

I was more interested in the color, actually. ]

[classicuriosity]

[AAAND she's not even listening, just going on about how odd it is]

And that color! Doesn't it look like fire? Maybe his hair is fire!

[conserve]

[ yeah, that sounds about right. ]

If you burn your hand on it, I'm not going to feel sorry for you.

never mind

[classicuriosity]

Oreki-san! [still not really listening to his deadpan snarks]

[coaches]

Sorry to disappoint, but it's not.

[classicuriosity]

[oh! he was listening!]

Oh!

[classicuriosity]

It's not? [that's... kind of disappointing...]