Riku studied the girl silently, a pang of something foreign hitting him. Was it.. guilt? He scoffed at the idea. There was no reason to feel guilty about being mean to this homely girl. Well, actually she wasn’t ugly—just a bit. Boring. Ignoring her, he reached a hand to touch her hair. It was dry, unconditioned and in need of a trim. It would probably help to change the color as well—it would brighten up her features. Moving his attention from her hair, he glanced at her skin before grimacing. What did she do? Wash her face with dish soap?
“You know, if you don’t like how you look, there are plenty of ways to change it,” he replied sullenly. The teen didn’t like her negative out look. Everything was fixable with the right equipment. That was it. He could .. “fix her” in a sense. He smirked a bit at the thought before he decided that this was something she was going to do whether she wanted to or not. Instead of releasing her arm like a normal human being, Riku turned on his heel and dragged the girl with him back to the book store without any explanation.
“How about you become my slave instead of paying me back for that stupid sketchbook. I’m pretty sure you’re too poor to afford my price anyway,” he replied, keeping his iron clad grip on her wrist.
She stood there, quiet. . and a bit awkward, because of the situation. She could feel his eyes analyzing her and to be honest she felt quite uncomfortable about it. Especially because she had no idea what kind of thoughts were going on in his head. So now she went from uncomfortable to self conscious.
Before she could open her mouth and voice her opinion about some excuse on how she was okay with the way she looked she was already being dragged into something ridiculous. This was a joke right? He was just planning to take her to his manger? Explain the whole munny thing. Right, right — there was no other explanation.
“What are you talking about? I had the munny! And what is this slave thing?!”
Riku narrowed his gaze, lips curved into a frown as he grabbed her arm. This was definitely not the day for her to be acting like a prat.
“My problem is that you refuse to pay for your little ‘sketch book’ and then expect me to let you get away with it. I’m not exactly in the mood to deal with girls of your stature.” he replied, trying to keep his voice calm. It was annoying. She looked too much like his friend for his liking. Her hair was a different color and glasses were perched on her face but it felt like Riku was roughing up Kairi.
Ignoring her comment on her lack of appeal, he snatched the munny from her hand before releasing her. “Have you ever considered, I don’t know—not looking like a librarian?” he asked, emerald optics burning into her own. “You could probably get more guys if you didn’t dress in the dark,”.
How kind he was. How kind.
Shiki had to let his words sink in for a few seconds, what could she possibly say? “Look, I’m sorry.” Her eyes shifted towards the ground but still showed more anger than anything else. However, her apology was meant as a sincere one, even though it probably didn’t sound it.
“It’s not as if I can do much about it.” This time she held her sketchbook close to her, tightening her grip on in as if in an attempt to use it as a wall to block herself off from him. “Besides, I’m sure you have something you don’t like about yourself, right? Something you can’t change?”
/Riku merely grinned at her scorn before returning his gaze back to his book. This was just one of the highlights of his day—tormenting this poor girl that just happened to come in on one of his bad days. Then again, whenever she visited, it was a bad day.
Make sure the door doesn’t hit you on the way out sweetheart.
/Returning to his book, he thought for a moment if Daisy would ever love Gatsby. Who wouldn’t love an O.G. like Gatsby. Wait, something was wrong here. Riku glanced at the counter to see that there was no munny sitting there for the expensive ass sketch book that she ‘purchased’.
Did she just walk out of here without paying? Damn it.
/Standing, he placed his bookmark in his book before going for the door. Taking a step into the bright sun (ugh), he glanced to his left and right for a sign of the mouse haired brat. Seeing her turn the corner, a grimace of annoyance crossed his features, the teen heading after her.
HEY. BRAT. Wait a second! You forgot to pay me!
Should she really turn back and pay? Really? C’mon, that guy deserved some kind of rude awakening. Maybe if he had any idea of what customer service meant. That and maybe if he wasn’t so bitter. .
“What’s your problem anyways?”
A sigh, escaping her lips, she was already exhausted with having to deal with someone like this. She turned around with the munny in her hand but she held a tight grip on it.
“I know I’m not the ideal girl but what is it the you have against me? I don’t ever recall making your life miserable.”
This made her glance away, she had to pull out her own insecurity just to make this kid feel guilty. But knowing him, he would just brush it off. What was it about good looking guys treating girls who looked so bland like nothing. Her eyes narrowed, in frustration, realizing how he wasn’t the only one out there that treated people that way.
“Have you ever even considered, I don’t know — not being a jerk?”
