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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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"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.

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