“Since we had a few complaints about the lack of seating in our little game room, I threw some extra stuff in there to make you all more comfortable. After all, I wouldn't want our players to be at all uncomfortable.” Hanabusa blew a kiss in the ladies' direction and winked. “Now that that's all taken care of, we need our next player.” Without even thinking about it, Hanabusa grabbed your hands and pulled you to your feet. “That next player, is you.”
“Awesome. I'm pretty surprised that I'm even getting a turn at all.” Just happy to be playing the game, you walked up to the box and pulled out a small package of pocky. “I think I know who this belongs to.” Trying hard not to act overly excited, you walked overly to Senri and held out the snack. “This wouldn't happen to be yours, would it?”
With a completely uninterested, almost agitated attitude, Senri looked up at you and nodded. “Yeah, it would.” After reclaiming his item, he stood up and silently made his way into the room.
Though his lack of interest did make you a little less happy than you were before, you tried your very best not to let it show. Forcing a smile back on your face, you followed him into the room and shut the door. “I'm glad Idol, I mean Aido put some furniture in here. It must have been a little awkward for the first few groups, having no where to sit but the floor.” Since Senri had chosen to sit in the dangerous, almost scary looking chair, you flopped down on an old patterned sofa and made yourself comfortable. “This is much better.”
“I guess so.” Paying you very little attention, Senri carefully opened the small, colorful box of pocky and helped himself to the appetizing treat.
His lack of speech made this very difficult on you. The fact that you really knew very little about him didn't help either. Still, you had to say something or this turn was going to be completely boring and pointless. So, you decided to start a conversation about the one thing you did know about him, even if it was something you'd only recently learned. “I never would have guessed that you like sweets. You seem to serious for that kind of thing.”
Senri looked up at you from beneath his messy, mahogany hair, with a cold expression on his pale face. “What's that supposed to mean?” His voice was so flat and emotionless, you couldn't tell if he was upset with you for some reason, or if he was honestly curious about your earlier statement.
“Well, usually girls and little kids like sweet things. I'm not saying that guys can't like sweet things obviously. I guess it's just that you seem to serious to eat sweets.” You chucked at how ridiculous your own words sounded now that you'd spoken them aloud. “And now that I think about it, that sounds really stupid. Just forget I said anything at all.”
“Right.” Still just as uninterested as ever, Senri placed a fresh biscuit between his front teeth and snapped it in half causing a loud, crunching sound to echo through the room.
You knew you really shouldn't ask him what you were about to ask, but the smell of sweet chocolate and decadent strawberries was just too much for you to deny. “I'm guessing that I probably couldn't talk you into sharing one of those with me, could I?”
Senri stopped chewing and stared at you in silence. The look he was giving you really made you wish you hadn't said anything. After almost a full minute of glaring at you, he pulled one of the small, chocolate covered sticks from the package and handed it to you. “Here. Now don't ask me for anything else.”
“Oh, okay. That's understandable, I guess.” You nodded. “Thank you for sharing with me. I know it was kind of rude for me to ask in the first place.”
“It's fine. It's only a piece of pocky.” As if he'd been timing the whole turn, Senri stood up less than a second before Hanabusa opened the door.
“This has to be the most depressing turn we've had yet. You all are on opposite ends of the room.” Hanabusa sighed. “Senri, why do you have to be so cold? You probably crushed her dreams and broke her heart you meany.” While Hanabusa was still scolding him, Senri walked out of the room and made his way up the stairs. “Don't be upset with him, he's just not good at showing his emotions.” With a wide smile, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and gave you a little squeeze. “He did give you a gift though, so he must like you at least a little bit.”
“I guess so.” Looking down at the uneaten pocky, you smiled weakly. “As long as he doesn't hate me or anything.”
“Exactly. Though if I were you, I'd eat that gift before you left the room.” He chuckled. “You wouldn't want the other girls to attack you for that.”