A ( Trizen/Open )

[Katsuri Katashi]

Katsuri was sitting just outside of the cafeteria a group of little punks in his face, making a fuss about the cigarette he had in his lips, but going about it all the wrong way. Instead of asking they had snatched the thing from his lips and crumbled it on the ground, even though he had chosen a spot as far away from others on purpose so he could have his lunch in piece. The courtyard was almost empty, what with most of the children choosing either not to come or to eat inside.

Here these idiots decided his table belonged to him.. and they were going to instigate something against an eight foot menace. Honestly? Brow just cocked and he looked at them, through a set of dull eyes. Ignoring them for the most part, and it pissed them off, which produced loud arguments from the group as they tried to get him to acknowledge them.

"Piss off."

He was in no mood to get indignant more then he was with the little punks, and as thus, just grabbed up his drink, took a long drink of it, set it back down and pulled out another cigarette from his pocket, outside for a reason. Thats when one of them decided they were going to try and snatch again, and got a flash of those white eyes up at him, free hand snapping out, grabbing him by the back of his head and slamming it down onto the concrete table he was sitting at, shattering the end of it off, but not before crumbling the bones in his face.

"I said piss off."

He kicked the unmoving body to the side, the boy not dead, but he damn sure would not be conscious for a while. Killing was not his style.. and he had a fuckin' twelve page essay due tomorrow he needed to gather information for.. hence why a large book was open next to his food. Needless to say, with what he had just done the other scampered off like the little ants they were and finally left him in peace which got a bit of a contented sigh.. god. The headaches were going to start soon, and nicotine could not stop it alone. One more day. Thats all he had left to wait for it to arrive.

[Trizen Takano]

Now turning to corner to see what would become of his lunch table, Trizen Takano sighed as he lost his lunch underneath an unconscious body. The boy had left to get himself a soda and now he was unimpressed as this guy had seemed to end his conflict (and lunch) with a flick of his wrist.

'A lovely bunch of coconuts...' The young boy thought to himself as he knew the school had not changed much for alloted time he had been away. It was ironic really. He fought to change the school, but its violent behaviours had not been changed. Some Militia he knew.

"Hey," he shouted out to the taller boy, "If you're as nice a guy as you say you are, it'd be cool if you provided a free lunch with that show you put on."

In his sarcasm, the boy didn't realize he didn't see the fight from the start and the idiots that tried to pluck away Katsuri's blunt. Either way, Trizen had gotten a bit darker with his humour while he was away. Snide remarks was his way of having fun with people. If he had the chance to grow up now, he'd be a regular Gregory House.

"I'm more or less thinking three large fries and a double burger. To go of course. I can't sit here if you plan on destroying more tables." He shrugged and chuckled a bit. Was Katsuri up for laughs? Who knew. But, it was always Trizen's way of learning something about somebody. How much? He'd find out eventually.

[Katsuri Katashi]

The large man was not interested in another boy coming out of no where, and quite frankly he could run off at the mouth all he wanted. It was when you were trying to break that source of relaxation from his mouth and crumble it to bits that you got your face caved in and a nice big foot on the back of it when all was said and done. Grabbing his drink he would have brought it to his lips, sucking a long bit of iced coffee from the thing and setting it back down to the table which was missing a corner.

"I've no interest in playing word games. Unless you have some reason for interrupting me. Piss off, I've got a lot of work left and this fucker broke one of my last few cigs'."

Referring to the man he had put on the ground with a kick to the chest, watching him roll slightly as he did so and sighing before glancing back to the wall of text that was the book he had to read for class. Katsuri needed to be reminded why in the hell he was going to be teaching this subject to a bunch of snot-nosed brats that ran around this school constantly looking to instigate shit like the little punk on the ground next to him.

"Also. What do I look like a fuckin' Mc Donalds? Go get fat on grease some where else."

The comment in reply to the talk about fries and burgers, letting him soak in the foul mood he was in before he flipped his page over, not even really tempted to grab the chicken wrap that was laying in the tray, mostly because the thing looked unappetizing.

[Trizen Takano]

'Oh... so that's what happened...' Trizen had a bit of a grim look on his face, particularly when looking at the poor boy who clearly had it coming to him from the start. Smokers were pretty nervous people anyway -- well, Trizen Thought -- mainly because of their choice to vent frustration or nervousness through smoking. Then he smirked and snickered a bit at the thought of them becoming calmer while having terrible breath. Who would want to communicate with such a person?

Then the young man said something about McDonald's. His attention snapped back into place, mainly because of how hungry he was. But Katsuri was such a negative young man, especially when he told Trizen to get it himself. The nerve -- sarcastically thought.

"So, you're clearly in a bad mood. I was kinda hoping you would do something along the lines of reinbursing the food you smashed with such enthusiasm. But, I guess I was wrong. How about I buy you lunch since we don't really seem to be getting anywhere." He noticed Katsuri looking at the chicken wrap, it did look terrible. "Those guys in the kitchen work wonders for a few extra dollars, you know."

The raven-haired Japanese boy had a smirk on his face and a shrug to follow. "We're both semi-miserable and hungry. The least I could do is try to make the best of it... or at least our appetites."

[Katsuri Katashi]

“Yes, that’s what happened.. do you think I just break the faces of people for nothing?”

‘Well, I do, but that’s beside the point. ‘ He thought to himself, but would not let those words come with the previous, instead just shifting his body, now sitting sideways on that bench and glaring a little at this male, whom seemingly tried to keep the air friendly. What the hell was all that about? Friendly around here was dangerous, it generally meant that someone had an agenda to plug, or were unbalanced… hell, he was one of those people, and when he was being nice it generally meant something fucked up was going down. Ask a few other people whom knew him in the school.

Those lips upturned into a grin though as he talked about going to get food, that nice nature showing itself again as he slightly shook his head. “So, you want to go get something to eat is it? Do you honestly expect people to go with that? Nice will get you killed kid. “ It was not another set of lies from the hood either, it was the truth of the matter.

Despite having just said that, Trizen would have seen him raise from his spot, stretching slightly as he did so, that grin fading into less of an existence as he did so. “Either way.. if that’s what you want to do, then fine. I need a distraction from this stress anyways.”