RP: Niou + Dan
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Rating: G
Summary: In which things are dropped and acquired.
Life just did not like Dan. At all. Somehow his most recent teacher had been able to get him to bring a fair amount of books down to the library. Dan struggled to carry the thick textbooks that nearly blocked his vision. His skinny, weak arms trembled under the weight. This sure was fun.
Clumsily he moved until his foot stepped onto the untied shoelace of his shoe. Dan's eyes widened as the pile of books in his hands came crashing down. They moved as if everything was in slow motion. He could feel himself falling to the ground while the heavy books flew into the air. Heavy books that would surely be painful to be hit by. "Aah!" Dan's short scream the only warning to any possible victims of the books.
Niou… wasn't sure what he was doing in the library. He'd sort of wandered in on the way to the student life office while trying to familiarise himself with the school. It wasn't hard to miss. All things considered, it was a pretty big-ass library. With a lot of... interesting-looking topics lining the shelves. He was just about to grab something about the symbiosis of metaphysical life forms when a staggering stack of texts gave a squeaky yell in the next row over.
Niou blinked. Flying books. Kid down. Ye-owch.
Instantly, he was through the shelf and yanked back hard on the kid's skinny ankle as the books tumbled down a metre ahead.
My god, it actually worked. Niou couldn't help grinning. Thumbs up for working under pressure <3
But then the ankle twitched and the warm fuzzies promptly disappeared. "What.. the hell're you doing?" he hissed.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, Dan thought to himself while his arms flailed for something to grab to at least save himself from the fall. Then he felt the hand wrap around his ankle and he couldn't help, but scream…again. His thoughts kept on returning to the horror movie he had watched a year ago with the hand that shot out of nowhere and dragged the innocent person…somewhere.
Dan blinked when he realized that he was, first of all, not under a pile of books, and secondly, not being eaten alive, murdered with a blunt weapon, or any other clichéd horror movie thing that happened. He looked up at the source of the voice while absentmindedly trying to free his ankle. "C-carrying books!" Dan replied with his voice shaky from the fall.
Niou just stared. The kid was looking at him, eyes big like saucers, as if he were an axe-murderer. The ankle twitched again. Carrying books..? He might as well've said, Being eaten my mutant crocodiles! with that same tone of voice. Okay, so bad choice of words. But still. "Oi. Kid. Calm down and I'll let go, alright?"
Dan felt his heart beginning to return to a normal rate. He chased away the thoughts about the horror movie. Remembering it would not be good. It had kept him awake for days, weeks, even months, which was why he had had made his mother get him a night-light, but that was unimportant at the moment.
Dan nodded with his eyes still on Niou. "Um...What just happened?" He asked hoping for some information on how he went from one side of a shelf to the other.
Niou grinned, letting go the ankle. "Pure skill," he said. Well, it wasn't really. That had only been the second time he'd pulled off a full phase. And the first when it had actually been necessary. But the kid didn't have to know that. Concentrating, he raised a hand, eyes focused on a spot just past the kid's shoulder. It was a lot easier when he could see where his phase was headed - but nobody had to know that, either.
"Just watch." Going slow so he wouldn't freak the kid out (again?), his hand slid through his shoulder like it was air - and it was, the only difference being that they were made out of different molecules. He touched the invisible spot he'd been aiming for, then quickly pulled back, grinning again through the slight dizziness phasing at will brought on. "Did it tickle?" To Niou, it felt something like a feather-duster under his skin. Usually.
Dan turned his head while watching the hand go through his shoulder. He giggled due to the sensation and at his own idiocy. Dan hadn't been here long enough to actually know how big a variety of mutations could be found. He should have expected something like that to happen here.
"Wow, I wish I could do that!" he said with pure amazement in his eyes. Slowly he stood up off the ground and brushed away any dirt or dust that might have attached themselves to his legs or clothes. "I'm Dan Taichi." He greeted and offered a hand for a handshake, of course after making sure there wasn't any dirt or dust on his palm.
Niou laughed outright. The kid was just too cute. "Dan, huh?" And a handshake? After seeing a phasing trick like that, Niou wouldn't have - but then again, he liked his practical jokes. He shook the proffered hand. Maybe later. "Niou Masaharu. But you can call me whatever you like."
Wait. Da~n..? "Oh, you're the art school kid! We talked in your journal-" Um. Stare. "...wow, you really don't look fifteen at all."
He smiled and nodded his head vigorously. "That's me!" A slight blush formed on his cheeks at the mention of the art school. It was an embarrassing moment of his life at Ryuhana. It wasn't his fault that he was so gullible.
"I get that comment a lot." Dan sighed. "But, Niou-senpai! You…You saved my life!" He exclaimed suddenly remembering that he had forgotten to thank him. Compulsively he moved forward with his arms spread for a hug. Usually when thanking people he liked to give cookies or some other form of baked sweets, but the cooks still thought he was too young to use an oven. "Thank you!"
Niou still hadn't stopped grinning. The kid really, really was too sickeningly cute. "You're most welcome, princeling~" Bear-hugging back, he swung Dan around - maybe a little harder than he'd intended. Damn, he's really light, too... - and couldn't resist patting his head as he set him back down again. "You remind me of my little brother, some." Niou turned away as he felt his smile tighten, but ignored the fact and began to stack the fallen books instead.
Dan laughed, enjoying the feel of it. It somewhat reminded him of his dad who used to do that to him when he was toddler. If that was even his own memory. He couldn't remember exactly whether it was something that he experienced through his post-cognition or whether it was truly a memory of his childhood. Oh well. "Really? It'd be really fun if I had someone like you as an older brother. I only have a little sister." Dan quickly moved to help with the books. "Senpai, you don't have to do this. It's my fault, really."
"That totally isn't the point," Niou said. "I'm here, I help." And you don't look strong enough to manage any more anyways.
Um. But moving right along. "Little sister?" Somehow, he couldn't imagine one looking much different from the boy currently in front of him. "Fair enough." The spring in his grin came back. "I ha- had - an older one. They're a pain in the ass." And he kept forgetting about this disownment business, which was arguably the bigger annoyance.
This is new. Dan noted to himself. The kids in his class had never helped him out with anything before he came to Ryuhana. Somehow he would always end up with the worst cleaning duty or even end up cleaning for someone else.
"I-I guess so. Sis used to be nice when she was younger. We used to play games like House and Tea Party together. She's kinda mean now though." Dan recalled the time she had discovered some new words like retard, imbecile, and freak. He was positive that had been his own memory.
Aww~ House. How blood-curdlingly cute. Niou couldn't remember ever playing that, but his sister had used her brothers as live dolls, once. Just the once.
"Heh, yeah. And it only gets worse," Niou winked. "Mm.. lemme guess - she turned nasty when she found out you..." It suddenly occurred to him that he had no idea what the kid was here for. "Wait, what can you do?"
“Re…ally?” The thought scared him. She was already bad with his parents giving her all the attention after finding out about his unique ability. Dan really didn’t want to be around when, if, she got worse. There was always hope that she would turn out to be a nice, caring person.
“Kinda. It’s more of Mom and Dad’s fault. Uh…They treat Sis better than they do to me.” Dan felt uneasy talking about his parents. He loved them, really he did, but he couldn’t help but feel disappointment and mad at them. Dan didn’t want to hate them, but they were being really hard to love. “Um…I think I can see…History. I see history. I think my teacher called it…Postcogfishing or something like that.”
"Postcognition, you mean?" Niou guessed, though glad Dan couldn't read his mind or something invasive like that. Even if that would be the easy way to get rid of the kid's naivety, heh... "Meh, that doesn't sound fun. And yes, really." Your sister'll never get better since your parents suck. Given another year, or another person, Niou would probably've said that. But at fifteen, a kid like that still needed his mummy and daddy.
"Um." He handed a small stack of books to Dan, and held onto the larger. "Where are these going again?"
"That's it! That's the word she said! Postcognition, postcognition, postcognition…" Dan muttered to himself in hope that repeating the word would allow him to memorize it. "Yeah, I don't really like it. Flying or…or being able to talk animals! That'd be really fun!" Dan could imagine it. If he could fly he'd go everywhere and do what he wanted like Peter Pan. Talking with animals would be fun too! It'd be like that…that guy Tarzan!
"The books…Uh…" Dan looked blankly at the books in his hands. "I…can't remember…" Maybe he should have paid more attention to what the teacher had been telling him.
Niou laughed - why was he not surprised? About any of it. "C'mon, let's go ask the librarian."
He started walking, and Dan followed. But. Fairy tales. God. Unfortunately, that wasn't life. "Yanno, a kid like you would probably get shot for a bird, if you flew. And I don't reckon animal's would have much to say past Omg, hungry. Feed me." Niou was vaguely aware that he was sounding like an ass, but as usual he could care only slightly less. Parents were one thing, but delusions were another.
Upsides. Focus on the upsides. "You plan to help the police or something? 'Cause if you could focus on times or events, that'd be seriously handy." He assumed the kid couldn't from the general way he talked about his power. And the fact that he wouldn't still be here if he were that useful.
“Sorry.” Dan apologized for forgetting where they went. It was ironic that while he could see the things that happened in the past, he could hardly recall the things he had to remember.
“Shot?!” Dan’s eyes widened at the word. Some of his little visions weren’t exactly PG. Some were violent bloody things that he’d sooner forget. Anyway the thought of falling from a high altitude was frightening. “Really? I…I guess you’re…right.” Now that he thought of it he never remembered seeing an animal doing anything interesting, besides the dancing bear.
“Nope. I’m pretty sure the police people won’t like me. They’re really scary and I’m a …mutant after all and I don’t think they appreciate some of the chaos some mutants start. I want to be like a pastry chef or a…homemaker person.”
Niou patted Dan's head again with his free hand, pushing the ugly green headband a bit higher while he was at it. The thing had looked like it wanted to blind the kid after his eyebrows'd jumped at the "Shot!?" thing.
"Mm, sounds good. And they're just stupid. But all the better for you, huh? I guess it's good that they have those anonymous crime-stopper numbers."
"Yeah, the stuff the police would want to know about probably wouldn't be very nice. It might feel good to help put a criminal behind bars though!" As a little kid his ambitions were to be the town hero or something like a firefighter.
Niou grinned again. "Cook much? What's your specialty?"
"Cookies. I make lots of cookies. Oh and I can make cake. That's all though. Dad didn't like me cooking and stuff. Mom didn't trust me with the knives either. She thought I'd trip and stab myself or something." Dan shrugged, a very slight motion with his arms carrying the books. Even with the lesser number he could feel the strain it placed on his muscles. "Oh I think that's the librarian's desk."
"Mm?" Niou looked back up as they neared the front of the building. "Ah, right. I don't know my way around this place, heh. But cookies are good. I can only cook pasta. The microwave kind." He kept quiet about the fact that he wouldn't be trusting Dan with a can opener, much less a knife.
"I guess I was lucky then. People helped me when I got lost." It was probably due to the lost little boy expression that Dan always seemed to have on. "Mom didn't trust me with the microwave too." It was mainly his little sister's fault. She was the one who had placed the soup can, metal and all, in the microwave. To make the story short, the microwave broke.
"The microwave, too?" Niou echoed. But on second thoughts, he didn't want to think about that. "Nevermind."
And here was the helpdesk. He turned to the librarian with a charming grin. "Excuse us - my little brother was wondering what to do with these."
"Little brother?" Dan squeaked as he had been caught completely off guard. He looked up at Niou wondering what that was all about.
The librarian smiled congenially. "Just over there, if you will," she said, indicating an empty trolley at the end of a line of shelves.
"Ah, many thanks, lady," Niou said, sketching a bow.
As they unloaded the books, he pondered a bit what to say. He missed his family? Nothing along those lines sounded unsappy, and he really, really hated angst. Besides, he was more than old enough to have moved out of home anyway.
In the end, he just bent down a little, looking at Dan kinda sideways. "You don't mind, I hope..?" He felt downright bizarre for even asking. But-
"Not at all! I never wanted to be an older brother…Too much responsibility. I think I'd actually really like it if you were my pretend older brother. That'd be nice." He smiled to show how much he enjoyed the idea. "It'd be fun…And if I have a pretend brother I won't miss my family much." Absentmindedly he arranged the books so that they faced the same direction.
Responsibility? Niou shook his head a little. Heh, trust that he'd never taken things that way. He'd only seen it his solemn duty to annoy the living hell out of his siblings whenever possible.
He found himself grinning back at the little guy like a stupid dork. "That's... good." And it was. Suddenly he laughed, "Awesome." Niou patted Dan's head a third time, mussing his dark hair (it was seriously addictive). "Look, I've gotta go find the student life office and get me some other clothes," he said, tugging a bit at the only t-shirt he owned. "These kinda reek... and I guess you have to get back to class?"
Dan nodded while pushing up his headband to make sure it didn't fall over his eyes. Even after two years he still thought he was going blind whenever it covered his eyes. "...Class...? Class! Oh no! Um, thank you again! Class!" His eyes widened in panic. Dan started to go towards one way, but then realized that wasn't going to work. He looked at Niou, laughed nervously, and quickly hugged him one last time before running out the doors, stumbling for a moment due to the shoelaces that still weren't tied.
His teacher was going to kill him.
Rating: G
Summary: In which things are dropped and acquired.
Life just did not like Dan. At all. Somehow his most recent teacher had been able to get him to bring a fair amount of books down to the library. Dan struggled to carry the thick textbooks that nearly blocked his vision. His skinny, weak arms trembled under the weight. This sure was fun.
Clumsily he moved until his foot stepped onto the untied shoelace of his shoe. Dan's eyes widened as the pile of books in his hands came crashing down. They moved as if everything was in slow motion. He could feel himself falling to the ground while the heavy books flew into the air. Heavy books that would surely be painful to be hit by. "Aah!" Dan's short scream the only warning to any possible victims of the books.
Niou… wasn't sure what he was doing in the library. He'd sort of wandered in on the way to the student life office while trying to familiarise himself with the school. It wasn't hard to miss. All things considered, it was a pretty big-ass library. With a lot of... interesting-looking topics lining the shelves. He was just about to grab something about the symbiosis of metaphysical life forms when a staggering stack of texts gave a squeaky yell in the next row over.
Niou blinked. Flying books. Kid down. Ye-owch.
Instantly, he was through the shelf and yanked back hard on the kid's skinny ankle as the books tumbled down a metre ahead.
My god, it actually worked. Niou couldn't help grinning. Thumbs up for working under pressure <3
But then the ankle twitched and the warm fuzzies promptly disappeared. "What.. the hell're you doing?" he hissed.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, Dan thought to himself while his arms flailed for something to grab to at least save himself from the fall. Then he felt the hand wrap around his ankle and he couldn't help, but scream…again. His thoughts kept on returning to the horror movie he had watched a year ago with the hand that shot out of nowhere and dragged the innocent person…somewhere.
Dan blinked when he realized that he was, first of all, not under a pile of books, and secondly, not being eaten alive, murdered with a blunt weapon, or any other clichéd horror movie thing that happened. He looked up at the source of the voice while absentmindedly trying to free his ankle. "C-carrying books!" Dan replied with his voice shaky from the fall.
Niou just stared. The kid was looking at him, eyes big like saucers, as if he were an axe-murderer. The ankle twitched again. Carrying books..? He might as well've said, Being eaten my mutant crocodiles! with that same tone of voice. Okay, so bad choice of words. But still. "Oi. Kid. Calm down and I'll let go, alright?"
Dan felt his heart beginning to return to a normal rate. He chased away the thoughts about the horror movie. Remembering it would not be good. It had kept him awake for days, weeks, even months, which was why he had had made his mother get him a night-light, but that was unimportant at the moment.
Dan nodded with his eyes still on Niou. "Um...What just happened?" He asked hoping for some information on how he went from one side of a shelf to the other.
Niou grinned, letting go the ankle. "Pure skill," he said. Well, it wasn't really. That had only been the second time he'd pulled off a full phase. And the first when it had actually been necessary. But the kid didn't have to know that. Concentrating, he raised a hand, eyes focused on a spot just past the kid's shoulder. It was a lot easier when he could see where his phase was headed - but nobody had to know that, either.
"Just watch." Going slow so he wouldn't freak the kid out (again?), his hand slid through his shoulder like it was air - and it was, the only difference being that they were made out of different molecules. He touched the invisible spot he'd been aiming for, then quickly pulled back, grinning again through the slight dizziness phasing at will brought on. "Did it tickle?" To Niou, it felt something like a feather-duster under his skin. Usually.
Dan turned his head while watching the hand go through his shoulder. He giggled due to the sensation and at his own idiocy. Dan hadn't been here long enough to actually know how big a variety of mutations could be found. He should have expected something like that to happen here.
"Wow, I wish I could do that!" he said with pure amazement in his eyes. Slowly he stood up off the ground and brushed away any dirt or dust that might have attached themselves to his legs or clothes. "I'm Dan Taichi." He greeted and offered a hand for a handshake, of course after making sure there wasn't any dirt or dust on his palm.
Niou laughed outright. The kid was just too cute. "Dan, huh?" And a handshake? After seeing a phasing trick like that, Niou wouldn't have - but then again, he liked his practical jokes. He shook the proffered hand. Maybe later. "Niou Masaharu. But you can call me whatever you like."
Wait. Da~n..? "Oh, you're the art school kid! We talked in your journal-" Um. Stare. "...wow, you really don't look fifteen at all."
He smiled and nodded his head vigorously. "That's me!" A slight blush formed on his cheeks at the mention of the art school. It was an embarrassing moment of his life at Ryuhana. It wasn't his fault that he was so gullible.
"I get that comment a lot." Dan sighed. "But, Niou-senpai! You…You saved my life!" He exclaimed suddenly remembering that he had forgotten to thank him. Compulsively he moved forward with his arms spread for a hug. Usually when thanking people he liked to give cookies or some other form of baked sweets, but the cooks still thought he was too young to use an oven. "Thank you!"
Niou still hadn't stopped grinning. The kid really, really was too sickeningly cute. "You're most welcome, princeling~" Bear-hugging back, he swung Dan around - maybe a little harder than he'd intended. Damn, he's really light, too... - and couldn't resist patting his head as he set him back down again. "You remind me of my little brother, some." Niou turned away as he felt his smile tighten, but ignored the fact and began to stack the fallen books instead.
Dan laughed, enjoying the feel of it. It somewhat reminded him of his dad who used to do that to him when he was toddler. If that was even his own memory. He couldn't remember exactly whether it was something that he experienced through his post-cognition or whether it was truly a memory of his childhood. Oh well. "Really? It'd be really fun if I had someone like you as an older brother. I only have a little sister." Dan quickly moved to help with the books. "Senpai, you don't have to do this. It's my fault, really."
"That totally isn't the point," Niou said. "I'm here, I help." And you don't look strong enough to manage any more anyways.
Um. But moving right along. "Little sister?" Somehow, he couldn't imagine one looking much different from the boy currently in front of him. "Fair enough." The spring in his grin came back. "I ha- had - an older one. They're a pain in the ass." And he kept forgetting about this disownment business, which was arguably the bigger annoyance.
This is new. Dan noted to himself. The kids in his class had never helped him out with anything before he came to Ryuhana. Somehow he would always end up with the worst cleaning duty or even end up cleaning for someone else.
"I-I guess so. Sis used to be nice when she was younger. We used to play games like House and Tea Party together. She's kinda mean now though." Dan recalled the time she had discovered some new words like retard, imbecile, and freak. He was positive that had been his own memory.
Aww~ House. How blood-curdlingly cute. Niou couldn't remember ever playing that, but his sister had used her brothers as live dolls, once. Just the once.
"Heh, yeah. And it only gets worse," Niou winked. "Mm.. lemme guess - she turned nasty when she found out you..." It suddenly occurred to him that he had no idea what the kid was here for. "Wait, what can you do?"
“Re…ally?” The thought scared him. She was already bad with his parents giving her all the attention after finding out about his unique ability. Dan really didn’t want to be around when, if, she got worse. There was always hope that she would turn out to be a nice, caring person.
“Kinda. It’s more of Mom and Dad’s fault. Uh…They treat Sis better than they do to me.” Dan felt uneasy talking about his parents. He loved them, really he did, but he couldn’t help but feel disappointment and mad at them. Dan didn’t want to hate them, but they were being really hard to love. “Um…I think I can see…History. I see history. I think my teacher called it…Postcogfishing or something like that.”
"Postcognition, you mean?" Niou guessed, though glad Dan couldn't read his mind or something invasive like that. Even if that would be the easy way to get rid of the kid's naivety, heh... "Meh, that doesn't sound fun. And yes, really." Your sister'll never get better since your parents suck. Given another year, or another person, Niou would probably've said that. But at fifteen, a kid like that still needed his mummy and daddy.
"Um." He handed a small stack of books to Dan, and held onto the larger. "Where are these going again?"
"That's it! That's the word she said! Postcognition, postcognition, postcognition…" Dan muttered to himself in hope that repeating the word would allow him to memorize it. "Yeah, I don't really like it. Flying or…or being able to talk animals! That'd be really fun!" Dan could imagine it. If he could fly he'd go everywhere and do what he wanted like Peter Pan. Talking with animals would be fun too! It'd be like that…that guy Tarzan!
"The books…Uh…" Dan looked blankly at the books in his hands. "I…can't remember…" Maybe he should have paid more attention to what the teacher had been telling him.
Niou laughed - why was he not surprised? About any of it. "C'mon, let's go ask the librarian."
He started walking, and Dan followed. But. Fairy tales. God. Unfortunately, that wasn't life. "Yanno, a kid like you would probably get shot for a bird, if you flew. And I don't reckon animal's would have much to say past Omg, hungry. Feed me." Niou was vaguely aware that he was sounding like an ass, but as usual he could care only slightly less. Parents were one thing, but delusions were another.
Upsides. Focus on the upsides. "You plan to help the police or something? 'Cause if you could focus on times or events, that'd be seriously handy." He assumed the kid couldn't from the general way he talked about his power. And the fact that he wouldn't still be here if he were that useful.
“Sorry.” Dan apologized for forgetting where they went. It was ironic that while he could see the things that happened in the past, he could hardly recall the things he had to remember.
“Shot?!” Dan’s eyes widened at the word. Some of his little visions weren’t exactly PG. Some were violent bloody things that he’d sooner forget. Anyway the thought of falling from a high altitude was frightening. “Really? I…I guess you’re…right.” Now that he thought of it he never remembered seeing an animal doing anything interesting, besides the dancing bear.
“Nope. I’m pretty sure the police people won’t like me. They’re really scary and I’m a …mutant after all and I don’t think they appreciate some of the chaos some mutants start. I want to be like a pastry chef or a…homemaker person.”
Niou patted Dan's head again with his free hand, pushing the ugly green headband a bit higher while he was at it. The thing had looked like it wanted to blind the kid after his eyebrows'd jumped at the "Shot!?" thing.
"Mm, sounds good. And they're just stupid. But all the better for you, huh? I guess it's good that they have those anonymous crime-stopper numbers."
"Yeah, the stuff the police would want to know about probably wouldn't be very nice. It might feel good to help put a criminal behind bars though!" As a little kid his ambitions were to be the town hero or something like a firefighter.
Niou grinned again. "Cook much? What's your specialty?"
"Cookies. I make lots of cookies. Oh and I can make cake. That's all though. Dad didn't like me cooking and stuff. Mom didn't trust me with the knives either. She thought I'd trip and stab myself or something." Dan shrugged, a very slight motion with his arms carrying the books. Even with the lesser number he could feel the strain it placed on his muscles. "Oh I think that's the librarian's desk."
"Mm?" Niou looked back up as they neared the front of the building. "Ah, right. I don't know my way around this place, heh. But cookies are good. I can only cook pasta. The microwave kind." He kept quiet about the fact that he wouldn't be trusting Dan with a can opener, much less a knife.
"I guess I was lucky then. People helped me when I got lost." It was probably due to the lost little boy expression that Dan always seemed to have on. "Mom didn't trust me with the microwave too." It was mainly his little sister's fault. She was the one who had placed the soup can, metal and all, in the microwave. To make the story short, the microwave broke.
"The microwave, too?" Niou echoed. But on second thoughts, he didn't want to think about that. "Nevermind."
And here was the helpdesk. He turned to the librarian with a charming grin. "Excuse us - my little brother was wondering what to do with these."
"Little brother?" Dan squeaked as he had been caught completely off guard. He looked up at Niou wondering what that was all about.
The librarian smiled congenially. "Just over there, if you will," she said, indicating an empty trolley at the end of a line of shelves.
"Ah, many thanks, lady," Niou said, sketching a bow.
As they unloaded the books, he pondered a bit what to say. He missed his family? Nothing along those lines sounded unsappy, and he really, really hated angst. Besides, he was more than old enough to have moved out of home anyway.
In the end, he just bent down a little, looking at Dan kinda sideways. "You don't mind, I hope..?" He felt downright bizarre for even asking. But-
"Not at all! I never wanted to be an older brother…Too much responsibility. I think I'd actually really like it if you were my pretend older brother. That'd be nice." He smiled to show how much he enjoyed the idea. "It'd be fun…And if I have a pretend brother I won't miss my family much." Absentmindedly he arranged the books so that they faced the same direction.
Responsibility? Niou shook his head a little. Heh, trust that he'd never taken things that way. He'd only seen it his solemn duty to annoy the living hell out of his siblings whenever possible.
He found himself grinning back at the little guy like a stupid dork. "That's... good." And it was. Suddenly he laughed, "Awesome." Niou patted Dan's head a third time, mussing his dark hair (it was seriously addictive). "Look, I've gotta go find the student life office and get me some other clothes," he said, tugging a bit at the only t-shirt he owned. "These kinda reek... and I guess you have to get back to class?"
Dan nodded while pushing up his headband to make sure it didn't fall over his eyes. Even after two years he still thought he was going blind whenever it covered his eyes. "...Class...? Class! Oh no! Um, thank you again! Class!" His eyes widened in panic. Dan started to go towards one way, but then realized that wasn't going to work. He looked at Niou, laughed nervously, and quickly hugged him one last time before running out the doors, stumbling for a moment due to the shoelaces that still weren't tied.
His teacher was going to kill him.
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Date: 2005-06-26 10:40 am (UTC)