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Apr. 3rd, 2008 09:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaFuji bent over in an attempt to get a look at the tennis supplies kept on low shelves.
Fuji’s sister claimed that he should take to squatting, something about his ass being a target, but Fuji had never mastered how to squat gracefully. Plus feeling all the blood rush to his head was a pleasant sensation, a small thrill to pass the time. “Aah! Miss, do you need some help picking out tennis supplies?” Fuji glanced to his left to spot a pair of feet in sandals and black robes. Straightening he gave the older man a quizzical smile. The man in black monk’s robes grinned widely. “I’m a bit of an- eh, you’re not a girl.”
The man’s eyes dropped to Fuji’s obviously flat chest.
“I wasn’t aware my clothes were that deceiving.” Fuji had not even worn particularly feminine clothing, though nothing Fuji wore looked particularly masculine either. “And I’m a bit of an expert on tennis as well.”
The older man, Fuji estimated that he was in his mid-thirties, leered. “Oooooh an expert are you? Play tennis much?”
Fuji hummed and bent down to pick out the grip tape he had been looking for. His favorite brand since the match against Kirihara Fuji had to really search for it. Fuji was unsure where Tachibana kept getting it from, though Fuji wondered if it didn’t have to do with Ibu Shinji’s habit of stock piling grip tape since the incident with Echizen. “I do play tennis occasionally.” Fuji glanced around the shelves before spotting the water bottles. Fuji needed a new one since Inui’s latest juice creation had melted a hole in his old water bottle.
“I used to play tennis.” The old guy said, still hanging around. “Was pretty good at it.”
Fuji chuckled before picking out a light blue water bottle. “I’m sure your son would say you were better than ‘pretty good’.”
Nanjirou fumbled, his grin dropping for a second in surprise before returning. “So you know Ryoma then? I thought you looked like one of his seniors. What gave me away?”
Fuji motioned to Nanjirou’s face with a smile. “Same eyes. And you both leer in the exact same way.”
The man’s eyes dropped to Fuji’s obviously flat chest.
“I wasn’t aware my clothes were that deceiving.” Fuji had not even worn particularly feminine clothing, though nothing Fuji wore looked particularly masculine either. “And I’m a bit of an expert on tennis as well.”
The older man, Fuji estimated that he was in his mid-thirties, leered. “Oooooh an expert are you? Play tennis much?”
Fuji hummed and bent down to pick out the grip tape he had been looking for. His favorite brand since the match against Kirihara Fuji had to really search for it. Fuji was unsure where Tachibana kept getting it from, though Fuji wondered if it didn’t have to do with Ibu Shinji’s habit of stock piling grip tape since the incident with Echizen. “I do play tennis occasionally.” Fuji glanced around the shelves before spotting the water bottles. Fuji needed a new one since Inui’s latest juice creation had melted a hole in his old water bottle.
“I used to play tennis.” The old guy said, still hanging around. “Was pretty good at it.”
Fuji chuckled before picking out a light blue water bottle. “I’m sure your son would say you were better than ‘pretty good’.”
Nanjirou fumbled, his grin dropping for a second in surprise before returning. “So you know Ryoma then? I thought you looked like one of his seniors. What gave me away?”
Fuji motioned to Nanjirou’s face with a smile. “Same eyes. And you both leer in the exact same way.”
