Post by Luka Kurokawa on Jan 12, 2014 22:03:09 GMT -5
As she continued to follow the boy, he pulled his hood up over his head. He was trying to avoid the subject. Normally, this would be time for Luka to back off, but no. It was Akira himself that said that she needed to maintain composure. She needed to persevere in this puzzle that she faced. Are you trying to avoid the confrontation by removing my looking at you from the equation? It was a sign of nervousness, surely. Psychology taught her enough to get by in this kind of situation.
When the boy responded to her, something in her broke. Just a little bit, anyway. The way he responded simply got to her. Akira would go on to become the first person that Luka would call stubborn. Though she wouldn't use the word, nor would she show such emotion, it was how she thought of him at that particular moment. I don't understand your logic, I'm afraid. I was simply confronting my lack of experience in such matters by having you give me what I needed. Finally, she slowly overtook his pace and began walking in front of him while still staring him down. Though, if I was as embarrassed as you said, I would have had to do something drastic out of mental disorder. Her tone was calm and collected as per usual. Finally facing ahead and returning to his side, she gave one little closing comment as a cherry on top. . . .like banging my head into something out of sheer disbelief for the situation. Her hands were folded behind her back as she walked. Her eyes were now following the ceiling. She was as calm as a cucumber now. Perhaps she was getting better at the "composure" thing?
When the boy responded to her, something in her broke. Just a little bit, anyway. The way he responded simply got to her. Akira would go on to become the first person that Luka would call stubborn. Though she wouldn't use the word, nor would she show such emotion, it was how she thought of him at that particular moment. I don't understand your logic, I'm afraid. I was simply confronting my lack of experience in such matters by having you give me what I needed. Finally, she slowly overtook his pace and began walking in front of him while still staring him down. Though, if I was as embarrassed as you said, I would have had to do something drastic out of mental disorder. Her tone was calm and collected as per usual. Finally facing ahead and returning to his side, she gave one little closing comment as a cherry on top. . . .like banging my head into something out of sheer disbelief for the situation. Her hands were folded behind her back as she walked. Her eyes were now following the ceiling. She was as calm as a cucumber now. Perhaps she was getting better at the "composure" thing?