People Who Make Good First Impressions Usually Suck

[shikomizue]

Who: Takasugi Shinsuke + Lavi, Kanda | Koon, and Lancer
Where: Sugar Point | Upper Class Leith School
When: 10 years ago | 20 years ago
Summary: Catch-all for Takasugi's pre-game prompts. Feel free to hit me on the BSM or on plurk (fromgilbo) to plan something out!
Restrictions/Warnings: Alcohol, Very mild violence

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[lotusmesenpai]

Of course not!

[Clearly, Kanda plays right into the man's trap, because he's all too quick to shout rather than brag. He does, however, step up to take the oversized stuffed animal, only to realize it's quite nearly the same size as he is.

Even so!

The glare he shoots up at the man makes it clear that he's got this. No need to help. He'll just have to walk blindly through the crowds to find his mom and sister...]

She better a'preciate the shit I do for her. Damned brat.

[He hesitates, small face twisting in annoyance before he looks up again. ] ... thanks, old man.

[shikomizue]

[The boy's predictable rejection of any help was only met with a smile, which only splayed wider on his lips as the panda nearly overtook the child's size. Not that Kanda could see, with the plush fur in his face.]

Aa. [He'd done nothing other than use the boy as a distraction to keep vendor eyes from lingering. But he supposed he was being thanked for his patience, the ability to guide a no-good kid through his pride well enough to have some fun.] Brats need to look after each other-

Find her quickly. [With that, he watched the stuffed animal bob through the crowd, before he turned from the vendor and to linger between two extinguished stalls.

Remorse was far from him as Takasugi's blood ran hot, the only sign of the adrenaline that was coming to a boil under his skin. The first explosion lit up the sky with fire and ember only minutes later - for the first time that night his breaths came easy.

Among the flames that rose, weaving their path through the festivities, people in their stampede to escape blurred, but for a boy. Not the obstinate youth of moments before, but someone far more familiar. A ghost of himself - he supposed he'd killed another of those memories tonight, sent off with the bang of a pellet gun.]