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As Blaise walks down the street to his favourite soda shop, he playfully hums to himself. 'What flavour soda should I get today?' he wonders happily. He's so caught up in his own thoughts that he doesn't see the slime ball in front of him until he steps in it and falls backwards from the slippery goo.

"O...owww..." Blaise groans as he rubs the lower part of his back, still wincing. "That sucked..."

He looks back at the slime ball to find something else in it's place - a small, triangle shaped ball of rice with a piece of seaweed wrapped around it. He blinks curiously at it, forgetting for a moment the fact that he had fallen at all. He picks up the rice ball and examines it closely. It looked like food, had the texture of food. He looks around to see if there were any more. Finding it was the only one, he got himself up and dusted off, before walking off with the rice ball in hand. After observing it for a little while, he decides it should be okay to eat. Right? Right.

As he bites into it, he chews for a second, before making a rather repulsed face. He looks in the middle of the remaining rice ball to see if there's anything there, but nothing exists that would indicate the flavour he was tasting. He quickly gulps the piece down and cringes.

"What on earth is this thing? You'd think it would taste better!" He pockets the rest, not sure what else to do with it. He shakes his head a little, feeling dizzy for a second, then continues on his way. "I can't wait to drink that soda, now. Wash that taste out of my mouth."

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Toushirou just kind of rolls his eyes a bit when he sees the older boy slip; he hasn't seen the slime himself, so it just looks like somebody being clumsy to him. Whatever. It's dumb, but it happens.

He continues on his way -- one thing that hasn't changed in the past year is Granny's need for him to go out and do a few things for her -- and would have been content pass right by the the boy, except he catches what he does next. Just. Eating something you picked up off the street. Who does that?

"Most people probably know better than to eat something they just picked up off the ground."

Poor blaise was still cringing from the flavour, hardly paying attention to Toushirou's voice.

"But it wasn't there until I fell. It was weird. Is it magic food? Is that why it tastes so bad? Do you think I'll get radioactive powers from it?"

He shakes his head a little before looking at the new boy. For a moment, he just stares at Toushirou. The height, the grumpy face, his hair.

Oh.
My.
God.

"CUTE!" Blaise exclaims as he throws his arms around the smaller male, hugging him tightly and snuggling the side of his head. "Yeee, you're soft, too! You have so much hair! Why is it white? Are you a foreigner? Or are you albino? Did you know albinos aren't supposed to be out in the sun very long? Are you going to hide from the sun? Why don't you carry an umbrella to hide your face? You can carry shade with you. Do you use alot of conditioner to keep it soft? What brand do you use? Is it super expensive? Is it imported? What country is it from? Is it something super exotic like India?"

Blaise's grip gets a little tighter as he keeps going with his fantasy land babble.

... He kind of hates that he can't even outright dismiss these kinds of ideas as ridiculous. They probably are, but who even knows, anymore? Life stopped being normal three years ago.

He opens his mouth to dismiss it as stupid anyway, but before any more words can come out, he finds himself scooped up -- no he does not yelp in surprise, thank you very much, except for the fact that he actually does -- in a hug and bombarded with questions. This is many shades of not okay with him, and he squirms, trying to get out without having to use any kind of actual force.

"Put. Me. Down." Each word is punctuated very strongly. Put him down, or he will make it happen, damn it.

"But you're so cute!" Blaise would like to comply. No, really. But there was just something extra adorable about Toushirou. Blaise starts fluffing Toushirou's hair.

"It's just so soft. Better than a fluffy kitten!"

Blaise has to fight the all powerful urge, but finally manages to peel himself of Toushirou. He's got a sparkle in his eyes and the giddiness of a school girl as he verbally fawns over how adorable Toushirou is.

"So tiny, and cute, and you got that baby face. How old are you? How many times a day do you get hugs? I bet you're super popular!"

Blaise might just pop, here.

Toushirou disagrees mightily that cuteness is any kind of argument -- especially because he is not cute, damn it all -- and he's about two seconds away from shoving himself out of the older boy's grasp when he finally puts him down.

He tries and fails to keep an indignant huff to himself. The scowl, though, he doesn't bother trying to suppress. The situation demands a scowl, obviously. This babbling and these rapid-fire questions are worse than Phillip.

"I'm fourteen. And not cute." He really, really needs to make this clear, obviously. He isn't even going to address those other comments; he's got enough to deal with.

"Fourteen?! No way! You've really got a baby face! Don't say you're not cute, you're downright adorable!"

Blaise starts touching Toushirou's face in awe, poking his face with his finger.

"I can't believe it. I wish I looked that cute! I bet you don't have to work for it at all. Do you like sweets? I bet people buy you candy all the time. You don't take any from strangers, do you? You know that's bad, right? Candy from strangers can be drugged, then they'll kidnap you, and then the world can't enjoy you're cuteness anymore except on milk cartons! Oh, do you want a soda? My treat! I was headed that way, anyway. They've got this really awesome place down the street!" Blaise just prattled on like an excited puppy dog.

And that gets Blaise's hand swatted away, hard enough to sting but not enough to do any damage. "Stop that."

He's . . . still talking. How can anybody talk this much? It's coming out in such a flood that he can hardly keep up with it and he just blinks, mildly amazed that someone can go on and on for so long. Doesn't this guy need to breathe?

"Fourteen." Because this bears repeating. Nevermind he looks closer to eleven. Stupid Echoes shrinking him and then slowing his aging to a crawl. "Not cute. I can take care of myself, I don't take anything from anyone, and do you even realize how stupid it is to make that offer after lecturing me about it?"

That should cover everything, right? Right.

Blaise rubs his hand a little from the swat.

"But... it's not the same if someone buys it with you observing. I can't drug it if you're looking. I'm not magic. The soda is at a cafe-like-thing. They're really good, I promise. They have lots of flavours. I'll buy you more than one if you want. Please? I can not be a stranger anymore." He holds his hand out to Toushirou. "I'm Blaise Pyre. Nice to meet you."

He'll be persistent if he has to be. I mean, it's only fair. Trade a soda for a glomp, right? Everyone likes soda!

Toushirou, welcome to the way Blaise makes friends.

"Toushirou." And that's all Blaise is getting for introductions. He isn't entirely rude, and all.

It's . . . also about all he's going to get, period. Toushirou is definitely not encouraging this. "No. I have other things to do."

This is actually decently polite of him; he could have flat-out told Blaise that he finds him extremely annoying. Which he has done to many people on many occasions. He seems to have a habit of running into irritating people. (Perish the thought that he's just too easily irritated. That's silly.)

Blaise stares at Toushirou for a second. This isn't the first time he's been told No, probably won't be the last. And, he's usually more than understanding when they're busy and can't come to his favourite spot when he wants them to. Usually. But, today, as mentioned previously, he's persistent. And poor Toushirou gets to be the brunt of that persistence.

"Okay, then I'll follow you, and then we can go get a soda when you're done."

Blaise stands beside Toushirou, ready to follow him wherever he needs to go.

"I can help you carry things or drop things off. They say two heads are better than one. And four arms are more helpful than two."

He gives a wide, self-satisfactory smile, sure that his reasoning can't be argued with. Blaise will not take no for an answer today, just short of outright harassment.

He's already started walking by this point, and the second he realizes that Blaise is following him, he rolls his eyes.

"I don't need any help. Go away."

He knows persistent people. A lot of them, actually. Why he seems to think telling Blaise to go away will work, he has no idea.

"But you're so tiny. What if you get squished or something. That wouldn't be responsible of me to just let you walk off."

He's being rather lighthearted about what he's saying, just giving another excuse. He doesn't actually think Toushirou will get squished, he's just already made up his mind about going.

"So, where to? Are you going to the grocery store? Or maybe the pet store? I bet you're a dog person. Or maybe more of a cat person since you give off that Leave me alone feeling. A dog can easily be as big as you anyway, then you would really get squished." He laughs a little as they continue walking.

Toushirou wonders, if Blaise realizes that he gives off that leave me alone feeling, that he might actually want to be left alone. Evidently, it isn't occurring to the guy. And that feeling of wanting to be left alone just gets stronger at all the casual commentary on his height.

He isn't sure whether the fact that Blaise obviously doesn't mean to insult him is better or not.

"Since going away seems to be tough for you, let me do it, instead."

If Blaise blinks, he might miss it. Because one second, Toushirou is still in front of him, and the next he's not. But if Blaise can get his bearings quickly enough, he might spot him suddenly about forty feet ahead.

Blaise turns to look at Toushirou, only to find him gone. Blaise blinks a couple of times and looks around.

"I... I could swear he was here a second ago," he says in utter shock. He tilts his head up, down, left, right, and any direction he can think of to see where the little blur went. Blaise gives a slightly heart-broken frown.

"Man... that was some fluffy hair..." he sighs as he starts walking down the street again. "Huh. Maybe he was a ghost?" he utters to himself before he shakes his head and turns a corner, perking up at remembering the soda shop.

Finally. Doing that just to get away from someone isn't something he does very often, but some people are just so overbearing that he needs to get himself some breathing room.

If he winds up in Blaise's line of sight again, he is (blissfully?) unaware of it.

Mina is out and around, with a pink beanie with red flower pulled down over her cat ears to hide them. She'd had yet another argument with her parents and is on a shopping trip to cheer herself up. Then she sees Blaise slip on the slime and scowls. Those gross things're everywhere.

But then she sees it turn into a rice ball... and him pick it up and eat it.

"Gross! So gross! I can't believe you ate that!"

"But it's food. Or... It looked like food. It tasted like... not food, though. Bleh..." Blaise sticks his tongue out in disgust, pulling the rice ball from his pocket and holding it out to Mina.

"See, it's texture says it's definitely food. And I never tried anything like it. At least, I don't think." Blaise remembers what he saw a moment ago, then shakes his head. "Nah. There's no way I've tried something like this before. Who made it? Do they all taste like that? Why would someone waste food like that? Maybe it was a failed attempt. Maybe I can save it with salt and seasoning?" he finishes as he seriously contemplates continuing to eat the morphed rice ball.

Mina couldn't believe what she's hearing. "Didn't you see the slime turn into a rice ball? Oh, right, you were too busy slipping on it. But you're really gonna eat something you found on the ground? Gross!"

"Wait, this was slime?"

Well, that actually explained it's flavour. Blaise's eyes go wide as he steadily realises, dropping the rice ball on the ground.

"EWWW! I ate it! That's in my stomach now! Is it poisonous? Am I going to die? Should I go to the doctor? Why did it turn into a food ball? This makes no sense!"

Blaise sets his hands on his head, freaking out about what he just ate. Good job, Mina, you broke it.

Wow, he sure is panicking. She isn't sure what to do about this.

"Whoa, calm down calm down!"

She's beginning to get annoyed by his freaking out.

"Just go to the doctor if you're that worried!"

Blaise doesn't seem to hear her amidst his freaking out. Stress isn't really something he deals with to this level. It's so new to him, in fact, he covers his mouth for a moment before running over to some bushes. He leans as close as he can to not cause the biggest scene and just... yarfs all over them...

After a few go's and the dry-heaving stops, he shakily gets back up. He cringes as he see the rice ball piece he ate, somewhat returning some slime value to itself. At least it's out now. He wipes any remnants on his hand and onto the back of his pants before turning back to Mina. He gives her an apologetic smile.

"S-sorry you had to see that. Uhm... I... Yea, that was awkward...." He scratches the back of his head, a little embarrassed. That. In public. Just. Oops. "I... guess I'll just go home, now. Sorry, again. I don't want to offer you my hand after that. Nice, uhm... meeting you, I guess."

Blaise's awkwardness gets more and more awkward the more he talks.

Mina isn't really good at dealing with someone having a freakout. She's just about to begin shouting at him to get over it when he runs away to puke. Gross. So gross!

"Hey, don't just go puking in front of people! I don't want to touch your hand either!"

She's too grossed out to bother being polite. Normally she'd be putting on her best appearances upon meeting a person, but this had been a particularly disgusting encounter.

Blaise chuckles a bit and nods.

"Yes, you're right. I'm sorry."

Just like that, he manages to shrug it off. He nods his head again, and walks past Mina, heading on his way home.

"Have a good one," he says as he waves over his shoulder.

Mina is a bit mollified by the apology. Just a bit. It's just enough for her to put on a better face, though.

"You too."

A polite gesture she doesn't really mean, but she puts on a pretty good face. She resumes on her way.

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