School Supplies (Richard/open)

[Richard Stock]

Katsuko agreed to the mild surprise of Richard, who simply nodded in agreement that yes they should move first...

...But not so nearby.

'Well,' Richard figured, 'As long as she's okay with.' Richard grew up with undoubtedly more conservative leanings, but as Katsuko seemed to be checking around for, it wasn't like the store was particularly populated right now, especially so close to a dangerous school like PHS #259. They weren't making a ruckus, and Richard -was- curious. He'd only seen bits of her top from what was peeking from her raincoat. And in his mind, much like a Halloween costume store, he imagined there being expensive online stores that sold these costumes or something along those lines... maybe around the $60-$140 range.

Richard hadn't even considered that most of these costumes would be handcrafted from materials for great detail. And how expensive it could really get for nailing the finer details.

Speaking of finer details... he glanced over to the bread and miscellaneous aisle which was next to the pastry and entree area of the store---some of which had rotisserie chicken warmed under heat lamps.

"Yes, mm, the bread aisle."

They both seemed to know where it was, so he'd give her a glance and start heading over there alongside her, basket in tow.

[Sugimoto Kuromori]

I smiled and nodded.

"That sounds good. I noticed you were silently wondering why I was looking around. It's not really to hide. I just know there are a lot of people here who don't like seeing a woman cosplaying. Especially in this." I gestured to myself. "I love showing off though. I love letting people see my outfits. I never spare any expense."

We got to the bread isle and stopped right next to the chicken. It was really warm and smelled great! I looked to Richard, my cheeks blushed a bit. I didn't know why I was thinking about the similarities of taking off the coat vs. taking off the rest of my clothes. I mentally shook my head and focused on showing off my costume.

I bent down and placed my basket on the ground before standing straight and shaking my shoulders free of the raincoat letting it fall to the ground behind me. Lifting my head, I looked into the student's eyes, taking in the reaction. I loved this part. The shock, the awe, the love, the jealousy. I loved it all.

[Richard Stock]

Katsuko was rather insightful, getting a good bead on what he was wondering down-pat. He turned to look at her listening---she was a socially concious creature, much like himself, but her next line... nonetheless made him feel like he was about to partake in psuedo-voyeurism. It didn't make damn sense, but his heart was beating faster. Nervous. The way she made it sound like planted a doubt of "what-if" and a sliver of a fear of the unknown was there.

The aisle, much like the rest of the mart, was empty, as we stopped just by the roasting chicken. But right now, the young man's eyes were staring up at Katsuko's. The lady was blushing.

'Oh God.'

'Don't build it up like this!'

In spite of his usual composure, his face rarely changing from appearing relaxed, he could not stop the heat from rising to his own cheeks, so he bent down place his basket on the floor as well... and to hide his face. He'd rest his arms across his chest and lean back his spine a little, trying to focus on being serious and analytical.

The next few moments were romanticized in his eyes. A shake of the shoulders as the raincoat danced down, sliding off her body, cast away behind her. The lights illuminating in full the blue and white outfit. The white top with the collar that choked at her neck, before wrapping on down her front to form the top. The criss-cross of black strings had an exciting parallel to fishnet shirts, instead pulling in the two cups for increased cleavage.

Then there was -loin cloth- that showed off the legs in full, showing a bit of skin even further...

And then of course, there was Katsuko Hinata. He couldn't imagine how much she probably worked out to maintain that form, with her long, pale cascading legs and flat stomach that allowed the white outlining of the "outfit" to really stand out visually. Her blue-ish hair matched. She was literally part of her own outfit---pale skin shimmered, blue hair that dimmed it, dark blue eyes that stood out. Slim, but the hips weren't shy and her top's cup were... full.

A hot-blooded young man's romanticized description: Done.

He didn't even realize in the beginning as the coat fell that he took a sharp intake of breath. The more he looked, taking everything in, the redder it would get, as he struggled to keep his eyes from popping out of his head. He began to sweat slightly from all this heat and it wasn't just the damn chicken heat lamps that were doing it, trailing down the nape of his neck. His right hand had gone to his mouth without noticing it and he was biting into his hand, lest he grit his teeth. His other hand trailed down to the side of his pants and he took a step back.

'I swear, this bloody school will sodding ruin me.'

Blood was almost drawn, and the pain reaction snapped him out of it as he side-stepped, looking away. Looking at bread, calming bread. He cleared his throat---it had somehow gotten really dry and he was thirsty---and blinked once or twice lest he get wrapped up in the moment of it again.

"...Conventions seem fun," he'd finally, simply say, still not looking at her.

[Sugimoto Kuromori]

When I looked back at him after dropping the coat behind me, he was blushing a bit as well right before he gave a small gasp. A faint smile graced my lips. I felt a faint bit uneasy about showing a student my body, but felt it was also alright since he wasn't my student YET. His arms crossed over his chest only made me look over his body. What was my problem? Why was I having these thoughts about a student? This was not right, but he was so... He was so much better in so many ways than the other men here I had met so far.

He was really taking in my body and I wanted it. I yearned for this attention. I hadn't had this kind of affection back home much. Every girl there was beautiful and would wear these kinds of things, but here... Here I could have men like Richard to gaze over my body with desire in their eyes. This was why I cosplayed. This was all I ever wanted.

Looking back to his face, I noticed his cheeks deepened in color. My own deepened as well. I watched his hand come to his mouth, his lips coming around the base of his thumb. I could vaguely make out his teeth biting into his hand as he looked on. Then he stepped back... I wanted him closer. I wanted him to hold me close and bury his head in my bosom. I wanted all this but at the same time, I knew it was wrong. I knew it could not be. Why did I want this?

Then he stepped to the side and gazed into the bread. The damned bread that had taken the eyes of my adoring fan. Clearing his throat, he gazed on. That fucking bread... I looked down and scooped my jacket up off the floor. Was I wrong? Had I embarrassed him? No, no this would not do. 'Conventions seem like fun' My gaze snapped back to him, one hand through an arm of the jacket I stopped for a moment before shoving my other hand through the other sleeve. I was angry with myself. I had shoved him away. Damn you, Kitty. Damn you...

"Oh yes. They are quite a bit of fun. Perhaps we might be able to take a trip to one."

I could not believe I had just suggested that he and I take a trip alone to a Convention. What was wrong with me? I couldn't keep my mouth shut for anything.

[Richard Stock]

"Oh yes. They are quite a bit of fun. Perhaps we might be able to take a trip to one."

Richard's eyes slid over to look at her again, slowly, considering. It was now harder than ever to get a bead on his thoughts on the matter and he gave her the same familiar, quiet but accommodating look from before. Perhaps he just surprised at her sudden offer.

He pivoted to face her completely and gave a brief and slight bow from the mid of his back with an arm crossed over his heart, staring into her blue eyes. It was as though he was confirming something.

"Yes, if you'll have me."

Innocent enough... right?

---The English boy bent over to take his basket and moseyed over to her side again. They still had to finish up their purchases and go onto the supply store and then the clothing.

"Ready for the next?"

[Sugimoto Kuromori]

I blushed and picked up my basket. He had bowed to me as if I were someone of grave importance. What was this? A sign that I was and only was his teacher? Great. I suppose that made things a little more simple. If I'd have him? Of course.

"Oh, absolutely, but only on the premises that it's for learning purposes."

I'd give him a small smile. I was absolutely disappointed with the way things had turned out. This was not what I had intended. I also hadn't intended to hit on a student, but that was beside the point. I mostly said it to ease his mind. If he'd look into my eyes he might notice I was hoping he'd see I was lying. I wanted more, but it was inappropriate. It was the risk I had taken when I accepted the job. The next store? Yes. I had to check out, of course, but it was due time we not waste time. For the night was dark and full of terrors... I mean it was young. I nodded and if he led, I'd follow, if not, I would lead.

"Yes, I do believe it is time we go."

((XD GoT refference there!))

[Richard Stock]

OOC: Assuming we just skip on past a few of the details. Hope you don't mind---can and will edit at request!

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"Oh, absolutely, but only on the premises that it's for learning purposes."

Katsuko would give Richard a small smile. He gave her a look with a brow raised, his hazel eyes undecipherable as he looked into hers.

"Of course," he'd nod again.

And that would seem to be the end of that.

They'd go get their stuff through the cashiers and bagged---

"Paper or plastic?"

"Both, long walk ahead."

---And would walk ahead of her, bags in both hands. He'd even take a few of her bags, if she'd let him, just out of courtesy of not making a newcomer to the city be weighted down so early on. But either with just his groceries or a combination of hers, during their walk, Richard seemed to lose his balance with his feet and seemed to sort of stumble and then balance himself next to Katsuko.

"Ah---pardon me," he'd apologize as head would sort of smoosh into her right shoulder as he still adjusted himself, his left hand accidentally... dragging along the back of her waist as though trying to catch his balance. In the end, he'd have to push into her shoulder slightly harder with his head as he readjusted the weight in his bags and continued leading her on. He'd catch himself enough on his own feet to not actually push her over, but it did seem to take a while for his hand to leave her back. Probably just afraid he'd fall over if he let go of her too prematurely.

Just an accident. He was still just a kid after all...

"Need to get stronger," he'd condone himself, still apologetic. Richard would heft up the bags for emphasis as he resumed walking with more well-balanced weight in his hands. He wasn't weak---he was just strong as the average guy, especially in spite of his height. Or at least so he told himself.

Office Max came into view and he'd glance at her to confirm this is where she wanted to be while still walking himself.

[Sugimoto Kuromori]

I smiled back at him and blushed slightly as he gazed back into my eyes. What was it with this kid? He was... an old soul? Maybe that was it... I was knocked off my thought train as Richard began stumbling. Being the naturally kind teacher I was, I tried to help him.

I turned my body quickly and attempted to grab his shoulders. His steadying hand landed aside my waist and his head attempting to steady itself against my shoulder would land amidst my breasts. My face reddened and I took an immediate step back, inadvertently taking away his balance. As he fell(if he fell) I tried to help him and ended up grabbing his hair. Oops... One mistake after another. I'd let go right after it went taught and take another step back. Geez I was a disaster.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Uhm.. Can I help you up? Are you alright?"

I'd bend over to try and offer my assistance, and showed off my cleavage as my breasts threatened to jump out for a quick greeting.