Keep blushing like that and soon you'll be redder than your friend over there, Kazzy!
Shut it, Soyo!
"T-thanks." Kazuki mumbled under his breath as Wavelength delivered the PC with a smile so warm- and so damn unnecessary! He cleared his throat, pounding his fist into his palm in an attempt to recoup some of the bad-boy energy that he'd so tragically lost over the morning's events.
The boy was already typing furiously when he heard Nokia's tinny voice intrude his world of focus, and Kazuki begrudgingly let his awareness expand so they could talk details. Well, whenever they weren't locked in a fierce battle of banter and wits, that is.
"A helmet sounds cool, but a tiara's completely off the table. What am I, some butch bishoujo?" the teenager mocked, leaning back into the solace of his chair.
As Nokia continued, Kazuki began smirking derisively at his partner's eloquence. The foreigner was just as much of a nerd as Kazuki had predicted.
"You got it, Doc!" the red-eyed boy exclaimed with enough faux enthusiasm to make a politician jealous. He formed his hand into a fist and lay it upon his chest. "I'll try my best not to explode. I mean, everyone knows how hard it is to get brain matter out of a shirt, right? Would hate to inconvenience the whole retro-chic thing you got going on."
Finally, as Alexander began doing some sketches of his own, Kazuki, for the first time since the activity began, looked around the room to gauge his peers' progress.
After a while, he began chuckling maniacally.
Damn right- looks like I might be in pole position! All I gotta do now is write the code for the board, upload it, and then we can get testing. Let's run this shit.
And thus, a plan to regain his cool factor was hatched.
From the second introductions had started, Kazuki was running a losing race. But looks like a pit-stop was all he needed- he'd overtaken all of them, one slipstream to the next, and now he was looking to show them all who the fastest here really was.
He turned back to Nokia, before finally resting his gaze on the laptop display, lines of hieroglyphics (sometimes known as C++) written vibrantly across the space.
"Don't get so cocky," he spoke, muttering the last part under his breath.
"...this Momma's Boy is aboutta run laps round the rest of you."
Interactions: @Blotch'd (Alexander), @H47E (Nami)
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Shut it, Soyo!
"T-thanks." Kazuki mumbled under his breath as Wavelength delivered the PC with a smile so warm- and so damn unnecessary! He cleared his throat, pounding his fist into his palm in an attempt to recoup some of the bad-boy energy that he'd so tragically lost over the morning's events.
The boy was already typing furiously when he heard Nokia's tinny voice intrude his world of focus, and Kazuki begrudgingly let his awareness expand so they could talk details. Well, whenever they weren't locked in a fierce battle of banter and wits, that is.
"A helmet sounds cool, but a tiara's completely off the table. What am I, some butch bishoujo?" the teenager mocked, leaning back into the solace of his chair.
As Nokia continued, Kazuki began smirking derisively at his partner's eloquence. The foreigner was just as much of a nerd as Kazuki had predicted.
"You got it, Doc!" the red-eyed boy exclaimed with enough faux enthusiasm to make a politician jealous. He formed his hand into a fist and lay it upon his chest. "I'll try my best not to explode. I mean, everyone knows how hard it is to get brain matter out of a shirt, right? Would hate to inconvenience the whole retro-chic thing you got going on."
Finally, as Alexander began doing some sketches of his own, Kazuki, for the first time since the activity began, looked around the room to gauge his peers' progress.
After a while, he began chuckling maniacally.
Damn right- looks like I might be in pole position! All I gotta do now is write the code for the board, upload it, and then we can get testing. Let's run this shit.
And thus, a plan to regain his cool factor was hatched.
From the second introductions had started, Kazuki was running a losing race. But looks like a pit-stop was all he needed- he'd overtaken all of them, one slipstream to the next, and now he was looking to show them all who the fastest here really was.
He turned back to Nokia, before finally resting his gaze on the laptop display, lines of hieroglyphics (sometimes known as C++) written vibrantly across the space.
"Don't get so cocky," he spoke, muttering the last part under his breath.
"...this Momma's Boy is aboutta run laps round the rest of you."
Interactions: @Blotch'd (Alexander), @H47E (Nami)
Mentions: (the rest of the Support Class)