[Kaede watches Yoshida Takuya not look at him even after he's sat down. He notices the way the man jerks his leg away hurriedly even on a train this crowded and wonders if he's that much of a concern, a strangely-dressed university student on the train. For all of the man's innocent babbling about lost things and train routes, maybe Kaede is too much for him to handle. It could be that in both of their random meetings so far, Kaede has gone too quickly for a normal person to handle - wallet-san, he called him already, and that's not behavior that's readily accepted by most regular businessmen. Or people in general.
Maybe his manner has offended Yoshida Takuya in some way, and the man remembers him much more distinctly than he'll politely admit as a pushy student who shouldn't be taking up seats next to him and talking so familiarly. His grandmother always said he was arrogant, though, and how arrogant is it to assume that a stranger on the train notices you at all, let alone cares? Kaede lets out a chuckle that's mostly just air and leans back in his seat, looking up at the ceiling.
Hajime-san, then.]
Kaede. [--he frowns then, hearing his own voice come out too harshly, with more bite than everything he's said so far. He pauses then to collect himself, to bring back his lackadaisical drawl and put that snapping, teeth-bared voice aside. Now he's definitely toeing the line between normal and too much for a stranger.
This might have been a bad idea. He rolls his head on his shoulders, folding his arms as he looks sideways at the other man.] Just Kaede is fine. 'Hajime-san' is more for my parents, you know?
[His parents... who might be this guy's age...... who knows. No, he doesn't look that old--]
I thought I might have seen you before. [Before the wallet incident, anyway.] But who knows, right? I'm the local celebrity around here, anyway.
[Wry, as he lifts a hand to wave cynically at a couple of older women across the car and a few seats down who can't seem to stare at him and whisper disapprovingly in a more subtle way. That's annoying-- he can't sit here and be reminded of his one-sided argument any longer than he absolutely has to, and honestly, anything said to him in the next minute or so doesn't register at all. He's watching the women out of the corner of his eye as they keep glancing at him, and when they finally stand up to disembark as the train comes to a stop, his gaze flicks up to the station name flashing at the rear of the car.
That is the exact moment his heart sinks, because it's his stop. Outwardly his expression hardly changes, although he does throw the women one last disparaging look as they pass by the sitting men and leave the car. Kaede doesn't move, eyes trained on the exit. The doors slide closed, and the train starts moving again.
It's only when it's picked up some speed and the next station name blinks to life at the rear of the car that he sighs, very put-upon.]
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Maybe his manner has offended Yoshida Takuya in some way, and the man remembers him much more distinctly than he'll politely admit as a pushy student who shouldn't be taking up seats next to him and talking so familiarly. His grandmother always said he was arrogant, though, and how arrogant is it to assume that a stranger on the train notices you at all, let alone cares? Kaede lets out a chuckle that's mostly just air and leans back in his seat, looking up at the ceiling.
Hajime-san, then.]
Kaede. [--he frowns then, hearing his own voice come out too harshly, with more bite than everything he's said so far. He pauses then to collect himself, to bring back his lackadaisical drawl and put that snapping, teeth-bared voice aside. Now he's definitely toeing the line between normal and too much for a stranger.
This might have been a bad idea. He rolls his head on his shoulders, folding his arms as he looks sideways at the other man.] Just Kaede is fine. 'Hajime-san' is more for my parents, you know?
[His parents... who might be this guy's age...... who knows. No, he doesn't look that old--]
I thought I might have seen you before. [Before the wallet incident, anyway.] But who knows, right? I'm the local celebrity around here, anyway.
[Wry, as he lifts a hand to wave cynically at a couple of older women across the car and a few seats down who can't seem to stare at him and whisper disapprovingly in a more subtle way. That's annoying-- he can't sit here and be reminded of his one-sided argument any longer than he absolutely has to, and honestly, anything said to him in the next minute or so doesn't register at all. He's watching the women out of the corner of his eye as they keep glancing at him, and when they finally stand up to disembark as the train comes to a stop, his gaze flicks up to the station name flashing at the rear of the car.
That is the exact moment his heart sinks, because it's his stop. Outwardly his expression hardly changes, although he does throw the women one last disparaging look as they pass by the sitting men and leave the car. Kaede doesn't move, eyes trained on the exit. The doors slide closed, and the train starts moving again.
It's only when it's picked up some speed and the next station name blinks to life at the rear of the car that he sighs, very put-upon.]
Damn. I missed my stop.