[center][h3][color=#FF7F00]Shiro Kawabata[/color][/h3]
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The brown liquid just an echelon short of pure caffeine remained stagnate, unabiding to the sudden shift in movement. The atmospheric ambience had dulled, quieted, almost to the point that the mall had become a vacuum in space. Shiro, who had just been passively relishing the bitter taste of the espresso in contrast to his smoothie, was now in a predicament. One that escaped the grasp of feasibility. Rather, had taken the boy into its own grasp entirely, and subsequently, literally. Like a mantis, Lina was poised for the kill and struck forth to bring her target into a warm embrace. Or was that heat the steam emanating from the teen’s head as a rosy hue began to take form. [i]Flustered[/i] couldn’t even dream to describe the rosy red that filled his cheeks at such a swift rate. 

A number of emotions attempted to materialize themselves on the boy’s face. This turmoil only made his reaction just that much more comical. If Lina sought to tease the boy, she had surpassed that boundary by far. For a scant second, the thought that perhaps this ploy was genuine popped up. Either way, the characteristically easygoing Shiro Kawabata had been ensnared by his own words which had left his mouth without a second thought. They had gone from point A to point B as smoothly as the flow of water.

Not even a moment prior he was listening to Lina’s dialogue, yet it was only a tactful ruse to distract his conscience. A lone eye had widened at the word “date”, though unfortunately even with the boost from the caffeine coursing through his veins, his boss was nonchalantly a step ahead. Still unable to process the sensation that enveloped his arm, he made the daring attempt to open his mouth and articulate something remotely close to human speech. [color=#FF7F00]”Y-yeah.”[/color]

Well obviously. It was like his arm had been frozen and locked in its current… [i]state[/i]. Shiro was always the offensive player IG, despite his archetype. He always placed himself on the vanguard, right beside his comrades, forthright to the core. Even in the midst of combat the rogue would sprinkle words of humor as he never wavered concerning his relaxed demeanor. Rallying up a sortie was second nature to him. Because of this devoted mentality, a prospect had taken fruition in his mind. There were matters that needed to be tended to, but Shiro had read enough novels to know that everybody always hated the dense characters who never reciprocate other’s feelings. He was in between a rock and a soft place. Well, two actually.

He finally came to a decision and placed the stammered words at ease. [color=#FF7F00]”Twenty.”[/color] He spoke clearly, composed just like how his expression now was. [color=#FF7F00]”Just twenty minutes, and then my agenda’s cleaner than a whistle. We can explore this mall for the rest of the evening. You can even have me for the entire night if you so wish.”[/color] Perfectly aware that this trek laid within dire straits, the boy acted with this notion in mind. He freed his arm from the grasp that had suddenly loosened and weaved his pinky around one of hers with the very same limb. [color=#FF7F00]”It’s a pinky promise. I’ll eat a hundred thousand ghost peppers if I break it.”[/color] In spite of the lack of feeling in his legs, Shiro got up from his seat and noted the way to the arcade. He looked down at the blonde with a kind smile, [color=#FF7F00]”Oh, and- um… Thanks for earlier. I’m in your debt once again.”[/color] With those parting words he proceeded to the arcade, hoping that the gang had something damn well pertinent. Before his arrival, Shiro sent a message to two individuals he could rely upon if things went south.

[quote=][b]To:[/b] Arms Slave, Phantom Regality
[b]From:[/b] Shiro Kawabata
[b]Subject:[/b] Time for a dance off
[i]1 attached link[/i]

[color=#FF7F00]”Hey guys, it’s Moon. About to confront some shifty characters at the local mall’s gaming center, probably got some super spooky secret stuff to talk about. At least I know for sure it was instigated when they found out I was a Sweeper, so I’m gonna go off on a limb here and say that it’s something concerning the group. If you legends are in the area and are free, mind meeting me by the entrance? Look for a kid with an eyepatch, orange hair, and is about a yeigh high. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WI0mSEzttx8]I need a hero, lads.[/url]”[/color][/quote]

They stuck out like a really, really sore thumb. Although a few of them were playing games and fitting in, the head honcho and the humongous ball of fluffiness looked incongruous to the scene. Shiro stood at the entrance, stealing a glance over his shoulder every so often to check on his backers. The gang would probably spot him any moment, but hopefully his two friends will have arrived in time as well.

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