Investigation!! Discover the extraordinary!

[callmetyrant]

Who: Takeo and Tsuchi (open)
What: Reading trashy books
When: Afternoon, after class, the day when the kids went exploring at night.
Where: The municipal library near the school


But most people would feel hard pressed to believe that there was any "knowledge" in these trashy books. Everything from actual mythology books, to silly magazines about UFOs, ESP and the supernatural were stashed on the table that they'd set aside for this "most imperative of studies."

Takeo wondered if this is what those "supernatural clubs" in other schools across the country were all about. If so, he seriously hoped they had found magic scrolls, like he had (and currently had in his backpack) because if they didn't, well, then it would be terribly embarrassing for them.

At the time he was waiting for Tsuchi to return with some more magazines that he'd commanded the boy to get. His criteria was "as new-agey as possible."

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[callmetyrant]

"Right. I'll be able to guide you from there. Now, Utazawa?" Takeo turned to the other boy, landing a significant look on him. "I trust you have no problem with this arrangement?" he asked, lingering on the look for a moment...

[shiftingseas]

For a moment Tsuchi stopped and looked over his shoulder. The relief it gave him to have his grievance acknowledged was quickly numbed - they were still in civil company.

"There's a few things. But we'll talk about them later."

[callmetyrant]

Takeo knew that the proper thing to do was nod politely at his friend, reassure him that his answer had been met, and keep appearances from Daisuke Oubai.

But Daisuke Oubai couldn't see the face Takeo was doing, and Takeo knew it. That's why he made sure to cross his eyes and stick his tongue out at Tsuchi.

[shiftingseas]

Tsuchi swung his bag around his shoulder and laughed to himself. He had found the secret was not impolite, and enjoyed it. He stood there smiling at every secret answer he could think of. After considering what to say for a moment, he chose to say nothing; he waved a hand and set off for the door all over again.

[callmetyrant]

Takeo turned about, now the very image of elegance and reserved calm. "Right then, Oubai-san, shall we go help with your search?"

[cockblockade]

Daisuke looked briefly at the other boy's face, where there were several emotions running under the surface. He saw mischievous ones, curious ones - some that were highly sinister - and woke to a voice elegantly prodding him.

"I just need some help to know where I'm going," he said. "I am quite sure you're busy enough already. I wouldn't want to impose."

[callmetyrant]

Takeo smiled so handsomely that people would feel compelled to compliment his dental hygiene. "No, please," he said softly, before magic drenched his voice again, "Let me go with you..."

He continued to smile.

[cockblockade]

Daisuke seemed to cool as much as Takeo grew charming.

"Not now. I usually try to be more accomodating, but right now I've got things to do. Apologies."

[callmetyrant]

Takeo strongly resisted the urge to bite his lower lip and look exasperated. Stupid unreliable and morally objectionable magical powers of hypnosis!

"Fair enough," he said, smiling a little. "I'm sorry I couldn't be of service. I'll be on my way then... In fact," he gave it a little thought. It seemed harder to command things that went against someone else's will, but... "Hmm, just don't mind me. In fact, pretend I'm not even here..."

[cockblockade]

Daisuke's head bobbed as he thought about it. The relief from the disciplinarian's questioning would be welcome. But despite his reticence, he kept on going.

"That's kind of hard, Akiyama-san. I know where you're standing and all."

[callmetyrant]

Takeo turned around, unable to stay nonchalant, but at least making himself look the other way, taking a moment to claw at his face and look heavenwards in defiant, vicious anger.

He then turned around and decided to go for broke. "Alright, I'm going after you tell me what PRLRBRBBRL--"

Takeo covered his mouth, staring wide eyed at his hand. It was as if the universe played a terrible joke on him and got him tongue tied. After a moment of blushing, he looked up at Daisuke. "I'm sorry. It's a congenital disease. Chronic flatulenceonomatopoeiafication."

[cockblockade]

That second, Daisuke looked more confused than he ever had done in his life. He did not know what to say so much that he made a quiet quizzical noise and said, "Oh."

He thought about the logicality of it instead. "Are you sure? My father's in the medical field. I've never heard of it."