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

[classicuriosity]

[oops, totally forgot to introduce herself]

Aa, yes! I'm Chitanda Eru! It's very nice to meet you. [informal half bow goes here!]

[consumptive]

[Oh no, she's so cute.] It's a pleasure to meet you. You can call me Spitfire.

[classicuriosity]

Spitfire? [she repeats. Okay, wow, she can totally get where he gets that nickname from...

as her gaze pretty much clearly travels to his hair again.

are you sure it's not fire?]

[consumptive]

That's right.

[These kids are weirdly fascinated by his hair. So sheltered.]

Have you never seen a redhead before?

[classicuriosity]

Well, I have, but it's the first time I've seen hair that looks so much like fire.

[consumptive]

But it suits me, don't you think?

[classicuriosity]

It certainly explains why you have that name! Or is there another reason?

[consumptive]

Well, kind of.

[classicuriosity]

Mm? [another reason?]