Emi Ryoko Tachibana

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Udon Know Me... Yet May 3, 2019 10:54:11 GMT -4

Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on May 3, 2019 10:54:11 GMT -4

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KURUSU

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Hey

Are you awake

Of course you are, it’s like 3pm

It’s a little last minute

But I pulled some strings

You ever been to Unsei Mall?

There’s some super nice restaurants in there

and I remembered one sells yakisoba

I wouldn’t have thought it was the kind of place

Anyway

You'll have to rush, but it'll be worth it

Promise

I’ll send you the address in a sec

See you soon xx

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To Emi’s surprise, Unsei Mall was a lot more ‘middle-class’ than she’d remembered. Department stores, makeup emporiums, two Revi’s on opposite ends of the tower, for some reason… It was perfectly fine, she thought… Just not for her. She had the money to do better. Unfortunately, yakisoba wasn’t on the menu of her regulars, and besides, a change of scenery was nice once in a while. Hopefully, it would be one for both of them – a compromise between her deep pockets and the… well, whatever students survived on.

She stepped onto the mall’s tenth floor ten minutes early, saving her partner the trouble of watching her confirm their reservation. If all went to plan and the girl arrived on time, she’d be led straight to their table, where Emi, somewhat casually dressed but no less presentable than ever. In the meantime, she had a few moments to check out their setting, packed with tourist families and suited men straight out of work. For what it was worth, the establishment had done its damn best to gentrify street noodles. Their chairs and table were made of a wood too light and too shiny, unburdened by the years of grease and dust that most shacks embraced. Between the two was a hot plate embedded into the table; they’d be expected to cook their own noodles. A fun activity, for sure… With one small problem.

Emi had cooked noodles all of five times in her life, and burnt them four times.

But that was no big deal! Kurusu had to know how to cook something she loved so much, right? She’d just let the girl take point on cooking, while she handled the talking. There was plenty to discuss, after all.

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Last Edit: May 3, 2019 18:18:27 GMT -4 by Emi Ryoko Tachibana

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Udon Know Me... Yet May 11, 2019 13:38:52 GMT -4

Post by Airi Kurusu on May 11, 2019 13:38:52 GMT -4

Airi rarely ventured outside of campus. Her life outside of school when she wasn't on break consisted of studying in her dorm room, studying in the library, researching information in the library - and talking in the school's chatroom when she had nothing better to do. Her social life was non-existent and in its place was a life full of studying and working. She was, in every sense of the word, a workaholic.

So when a girl she knew very little about invited her to a restaurant at the very last minute and said that she would have to rush in order to make it, it bothered her. While Emi had asked her before if she wanted to hang out and she did actually say yes, it had been a month, no.. two months since that. At this point, Airi assumed she had forgotten. Or that she didn't want to hang out anymore. This invitation was a surprise, to be sure, but not a very welcome one.

Still. Despite her initial reluctance to head out and meet Emi at this restaurant, Airi felt as if it was wrong not to. She had agreed to meet up, regardless of how much time had passed since. To go back on her word now.. well, Airi didn't feel like standing someone up. Emi would hate her forever if she did that and Airi was tired of people hating her.

After contemplating it for a few minutes, Airi decided that she would go. She texted back "Ok." and copied the address she was sent into her maps app. She picked up the papers from her desk and hastily put them inside a folder that she then placed into her bag. It was time to head out. Wait. Was she actually ready?

"..Do people normally dress up for events like this?" The young girl thought to herself. This wasn't her first time going out with friends, although she could hardly consider Emi a friend. However, Airi usually went out with her friends after school ended; meeting up like this was a new experience for her. She scratched her head, wondering whether or not she should change out of her school uniform. "I can't spend all day thinking about this, I have to go." She grabbed a few articles of clothing from underneath her bed, placed them within another pocket of her bag, and then hurried out the dorm room.

"I'm here." Airi texted to Emi as she slowly walked up to the counter. Reservations? This was much, much fancier than she had been expecting. "Uh.. I should be on the list, I think. Kurusu Airi?" Fortunately, the small girl was there. She was led straight to the table where her acquaintance sat. "Thank you." Airi muttered to the waiter before sitting down.

After letting out a long sigh of despair, Airi finally made eye contact with Emi. "..Uh.. h-hi." She murmured as small beads of sweat began to form on her small face, slowly trickling down her flushed cheeks. She was embarrassed, not only because she was the only one out of the two wearing her school uniform, but, in her eyes, also because she looked awful. Her hair was in disarray and she was visibly fatigued, both consequences of her rushing to get here.

Unsure of what else to say, the young girl awkwardly played with her hair, twisting and twirling a strand of black hair at the right side of her face. "..Uh.. you look nice or something like that... I have a dress, I just didn't put it on." She paused for a few seconds. "I d-don't know what to say here." Airi buried her red face into her pale hands, hoping that Emi would speak instead.

Last Edit: May 11, 2019 13:40:45 GMT -4 by Airi Kurusu

Emi Ryoko Tachibana

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Udon Know Me... Yet May 12, 2019 16:25:02 GMT -4

Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on May 12, 2019 16:25:02 GMT -4

It was hard to miss the girl’s arrival. It wasn’t the kind of place that teenagers dropped into, unless their parents were treating them or they, like Emi, had too much money on their hands. On that alone, Airi stood out, and received a wave as she approached the table. Then she drew closer and… Oh dear. The silence gave her ample time to take in the sight before her. Dishevelled, avoiding her eyes and bothered before she’d had the chance to offend her. If Emi had been the cause of her nerves, that had to be a new record. Then again, the girl had always seemed a little odd. That was most of the reason why she’d taken an interest in her to begin with. The girl’s anxiety, however, was on another level, especially compared to the blunt, derogatory Risaka-lite that she’d come to know. She wasn’t sure whether to find it cute or concerning.

…Maybe a bit of both.

Nothing they couldn’t recover from, she hoped. She’d met a few nervous fans before, and while she doubted the girl was a subscriber, she knew that talking was the best way to ease the tension. “Evening, Kurusu-san!” She’d have preferred to be on a first name basis, but judging by the chatroom, the girl preferred to keep a distance. “If getting here was that much of a rush for you, you should’ve told me! We could’ve rescheduled. Well, maybe not here, but I’d figure something out!” She stopped short of recommending a hairdresser across town that was open late. Drawing too much attention to her… unique look (that must have drawn a few eyes on her way in) wouldn’t have helped anything.

“Saying what you feel would be a good start. Or something about yourself. Or take a look at the men- Wait a second.” Before she could fully raise her hand, a waiter approached with a pair of menus. “Oh, thanks! So from what I saw online,” she continued, eyes scanning over their options. “The ‘standard’ option is to order a portion of noodles, and then whatever toppings you want to go on top as well. Yakisoba sauce comes with the meal, obviously, but you mix and match everything else.” She’d summarized what the girl could gather from the page, with one small exception. None of it came cheap, especially for what was essentially stir-fried noodles. “Or you could just get one of their set bowls, if you feel like playing it safe… But we’re not here because we feel like playing it safe, right?” She asked, and not just because she needed the girl to tell her if she was cooking correctly.

…Wait.
The girl’s eyebrows furrowed, shifting from paper to person. “Didn’t you say you had red hair? Or… somebody did, it was a long time ago.”

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Udon Know Me... Yet Jun 10, 2019 15:20:15 GMT -4

Post by Airi Kurusu on Jun 10, 2019 15:20:15 GMT -4

"Stop looking at me like that!" Airi glared at the girl sat across from her. "Don't pity me." Airi took a few deep breaths in attempt to try to calm herself down. Her thoughts were in disarray and she was fretting way too much over nothing. Why was she worried so much about this? This was just two fellow classmates having dinner together, nothing she wasn't used to already. Well, she wasn't used to coming to a high-class establishment, but..

She just felt so obligated to leave a good first impression. They had talked before, but not in person and they had never met up like this. In fact, this was the first time Airi was meeting up with anyone from the school on purpose. Not many people tolerated or wanted anything to do with her, unlike in middle school, where she had a lot more friends. Although.. those friends were kids she met in elementary school. Nobody really knew her here.

Airi took another deep breath. Now that she was collecting her thoughts, she could feel the rapid beat of her heart going down. There was nothing here she could really mess up. Despite how Airi had spoke to her online, Emi still wanted to eat with her. All she had to do was calm down and talk.

"You're the one who told me to rush." She replied nonchalantly, feeling a lot less anxious and a bit more like her usual self. Airi patiently sat in her seat, watching silently as the waiter came over. "Thank you." She muttered, bowing slightly.

"..Jeez..." Whilst listening to Emi's summary of the options, Airi took her time to flip through the menu. "All of this costs so much.." She mumbled to herself, worried if she even had enough to pay for her order. "Does she eat like this normally? Talk about having a silver spoon in one's month, this girl has the entire silverware."

Eating out like this was extremely unusual. Most of Airi's diet consisted of store-bought, microwavable food and snacks such as Pocky. A big factor in her short stature was her unhealthy eating habits and these eating habits weren't a new thing either.

Ever since her dad passed away, her sister seldom cooked and she didn't really know how to cook so most of the time, she ate what she could find in the kitchen that was easily made or the easier alternative which was store-bought items. Ocassionally, there were times where she'd head out to a restaurant to eat with friends, but those were few and far in between. Those days, however, were long gone.

" Set bowls? Uh.. I don't know. Pick for me or something, it doesn't matter.." She shrugged, a little confused by the terminology being thrown at her. Airi handed the waiter back the menu, thanking them once again with a soft smile.

"I did have red hair. I dyed it over the break." She said matter-of-factly, as if this was common knowledge. "Sorta changed my hairstyle a bit too, but that's irrelevant, just focus on ordering."

Last Edit: Jun 10, 2019 15:21:02 GMT -4 by Airi Kurusu

Emi Ryoko Tachibana

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Udon Know Me... Yet Jun 16, 2019 9:48:51 GMT -4

Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Jun 16, 2019 9:48:51 GMT -4

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Kurusu was staring. No, glaring, for far too long for it to have been something she’d said. It seemed that her dining partner had a classic case of resting bitchface. Realizing that she probably didn’t mean it made it a lot easier to brush off the look she was getting. She, on the other hand, kept up her smile. Cheery, a little relieved, and only a little investigative if her eyes were any indication. She’d gone from scanning the menu to the girl in front of her. She’d avoided most of Emi’s prompts. All of the ones that called for her to talk about herself on a personal level. If she was going to be that closed off for the whole meeting, then learning about her was going to be a lot more tedious than she was expecting. Not that that had ever stopped Emi before. If there was one thing that she was known for, it was her determination![break]
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“In that case, thanks for super-rushing just to come and see me!” The smile extended to a full grin, if only for a second. “Not everybody would rush out like that, just because somebody in their year asked them to. I’ll try to find easier places to make reservations at next time, so we’re not both dashing to get here on time. I’d bet that you had a bit further to travel than I did, though. My go-to salon in Tokyo is about a mile away from here, so I was getting my nails done while I was in the area.” It wasn’t especially noticeable, considering that she took measures to make her entire body well-presented, but her fingernails had been buffed, rounded and given a clear coat the hour before. A far cry from the girl’s barely-heard whispers on the price of mere food.[break][break]

Speaking of which, the former redhead seemed set on handing the reins over to her. Emi couldn’t have that – while she normally wouldn’t hesitate to take control of a situation, that wouldn’t do anything to help her get to know the girl. A devious edge creeped into her smile as she turned to the waiter. “Give us two portions of noodles and one of every topping! Some water to go with it too.” The man raised an eyebrow, but quickly returned the smile and reached for their menus. It wasn’t too surprising for people at a restaurant like theirs to make eccentric orders. “We’ll just have to experiment together. Find out what tastes the best through trial and error. Sound good?” It was mostly a rhetorical question – their server was gone, and with it, their order.[break][break]

“That’ll probably take a few minutes. In the meantime, let’s talk!” She learned in an inch, fixing her eyes on her soon-to-be victim’s. “Where to start? Hm… At U.A, probably. Controversial, eccentric, highly experimental school system. Not much like it in the world yet, and not the kind of place most people are willing to risk their lives in. So what are you doing in the middle of it?” An easy icebreaker, in Emi’s mind. Whatever the details were, every single student had a strong desire that had led them to the school, and a unique journey that had led to it forming. If Kurusu would share hers, perhaps it would go a long way towards understanding her, or at least drawing some of her passion out.

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quizzity 566 Posts EP EXP Total 27 Years Female "Quizzity" Archived Played by:	Udon Know Me... Yet Aug 27, 2020 22:53:44 GMT -4 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by quizzity on Aug 27, 2020 22:53:44 GMT -4 Emi Ryoko Tachibana earned 13 exp. Airi Kurusu resubmit if you return!