"Somewhere I've never been. Interesting." She said, crossing her arms over her chest in a gesture that looked slightly threatening, but really wasn't. "My hands are always cold. I run that way."
Yesterday Upon The Stair // oxo, rated M or something// CLOSED
Cassidy nodded, “That’s valid. Does it get uncomfortable or have you just gotten used to it?” He turned slightly to begin walking towards the campus exit.
"It's been that way since I can remember." Tango said, walking alongside him. Emmy had caught sight of Hinata and decided to go bug him, leaving her and Cassidy alone.
“This doesn’t seem related to your hands, but what weather do you prefer? Hot weather or cold weather?” He stared forward while he walked as a precaution to not stride right into the gate separating the campus from the town.
"Hot weather usually. I liked the rain in Hawaii though." She said, arms at her side once more. Her eyes were anywhere but straight ahead, it seemed, whether on him or various 'empty' spaces.
“I love hot weather too.” He smiled loosely. As they passed through the gate, he glanced briefly over to her, “I’m okay with rain as long as it’s not a severe thunderstorm.”
"I don't like storms at all." She said, a flicker of something crossing her face for a split second before it was gone again. She scanned the street as they walked, watching the people passing by, both the visible ones and the non-visible.
“Me neither..” he noticed the split second something in her face, and was about to ask about it, but he decided against it, “What state did you live in in America?” His eyes trailed to an abandoned hair tie on the ground.
"Well, there was Hawaii for a few months, Florida for about a year, and New York, for a few more months." Tango listed off, furrowing her brows as she thought. "Washington when I was younger, too. All I remember there was rain."
“Washington is known for its rain.” He chuckled, “I lived in Louisiana for three years, then came here with my foster family.” Out of habit, he checked to make sure his notebook was still in his little leather satchel, “I got this bag from one of the independent stores there. It’s held up pretty good.”
"And how long have you lived here?" She was, despite her outer appearance, genuinely interested, and it showed in her voice. Emmy had caught up with them and was holding onto Tango's hand, which might have looked odd, had the poltergeist not known how to make it look as inconspicuous as possible.
“Not even a year.” He answered, “Only about four months, but my family already loves it.” He reached up to scratch the side of his neck, “I love the scenery mostly, and the fact that most of the students aren’t a—“ he was about to curse, calling them assholes, but decided against it given he was speaking to a lady,”—jerks.”
"You're allowed to swear, you know." She said, an actual, though small, amused smile flickering onto her lips as she looked over at him. "Though I'm glad they aren't assholes." It might have made things easier, along with the inevitable move, but it was always nice to have friendly relationships with her peers.
“Haha! Yes, me too. The kids at the New Orleans school were savage” he shook his head, “I made the best of the situation, though. Everything worked out okay.” One of the reasons he didn’t have much difficulty with his peers here in Tokyo was probably because he didn’t speak much Japanese. But then again, the students seemed much nicer here even if he couldn’t understand everything they said.
"Now you're in Tokyo, at one of the best senior high schools the city offers." She said, nodding. Emmy waved for her attention, and she glanced in the direction the poltergeist was motioning to see Hinata. He pointed down a different street, and she tapped Cassidy's wrist in a small gesture to make sure he knew she was changing direction as she turned.
“Indeed I am.” He turned his glance to where they were turning direction and followed her lead, “Did I ask how long you’ve lived in Tokyo?” He tilted his head a little bit, having to quicken his pace to keep up with her for a second.
"You didn't." She said, and it almost seemed like she'd leave it at that, before she spoke again, her eyes still focused forward on seemingly nothing. In actuality, they were on Hinata, but Cassidy wouldn't know that. "I've been here about four days. My dad wanted me to stay on base with him, and go to the high school there."
“Oh wow..” he blinked, “Only four days? How’s your Japanese?” He followed where she looked, and when nothing was there he dismissed her intensity as thinking. He did that too, especially daydreaming, but she didn’t seem like a daydreamer. More like a…genius intellectual with thousands of logical ideas.
"Daijōbuda to omoimasu." She said, shrugging a shoulder. "My pronunciation is off a bit, but otherwise, my Japanese isn't horrible." Hinata pointed to a small convenience store on the corner just up ahead, and she gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.
Cassidy lifted his eyebrows, thoroughly impressed, “Did you learn it all in the four days since you moved? I can barely remember how to pronounce ‘Ogen…kidesuka.’ I’m nearly trilingual and Japanese is giving me a hard time.” He chuckled, pressing his thumb into his palm again, “But I better learn quickly.”
"Actually, I've got a bucket list of languages to learn, and Japanese was one I had started on a few months before moving." Tango said, motioning to the convenience store. "Maybe we could help each other out with it. Now, I've got it on good authority that this place is worth stopping by."
“If you’re interested, so am I.” He smiled, heading towards the store with her, “Any intel on what it sells?” He checked to make sure his phone and money were still in his pocket, which they were, “Also would love some help with Japanese. I like that idea.”
"Snacks, drinks, the normal things any convenience store would sell, but Japanese." She said, glancing to Hinata, who nodded amidst the funny faces he was making at Cassidy. "Maybe we'll set up some sort of study session or something." She pushed open the door, holding it open for Cassidy.
“Sounds good.” He stepped inside, thanking her for holding the door. He looked around at all the different food, “Oh wow..I want to try everything.” He joked and took a bag of something like chips off of the shelf, “What are these?” He handed Tango the bag, “I don’t recognize what it says.”
"Cheddar cheese baked wheat snack." She read out loud, turning the bag over in her hands. "Chips, I'm guessing." She handed the bag back to him, eyes scanning the shelves. "I'm looking for Konpeitō, if I can find it."
“Aha.” Cassidy set the bag back down in its place, “I’ll keep an eye out for you..” He meandered down one of the aisles, taking glances side to side in search of what she wanted or anything else that looked interesting to him. He stopped in front of the refrigerators to browse the drinks.
Tango slowly made her way through the aisles, occasionally grabbing something off of the shelves and adding it to the pile in the basket she had grabbed at some point. This would count as a good part of her grocery shopping for the next few days. A box of some sugary candy was pushed off of the shelf and into her basket, and she looked up to find Hinata already drifting off, waving for her to follow him.
Cassidy tucked the drink into his elbow to hold it there while he browsed for other snacks, actual food this time, “It’s funny.” He spoke to Tango when he passed her, “ when you actually have money to buy things instead of worrying about stealing them.” He chuckled, “that wasn’t fun.”
"I can't imagine it would be." Tango said, raising an eyebrow slightly at Cassidy as she followed after Hinata. He'd gone about an aisle over, to the deli-like section, and was tapping the glass over the Kara-age with a grin.
“Not at all..” he murmured absentmindedly while he searched through the chips, “I think I found the chips you were looking for.” He spoke a little louder now that they weren’t in the same aisle anymore.