[Just like that, the other swans off, leaving M.K. to grit his teeth at a surge of distemper. Riku might feel the scowl beamed at his back--he really can't stand tight-lipped types like this.
He almost doesn't go. Anyone who knows M.K. knows he can dine out on a grudge longer than most have a right to, and his sufficient annoyance, such as it is, tempts him into a show of pettiness. To hell with the insufferable silver-haired oddball and his oddball friends. He doesn't need the headache.
That doesn't, of course, doesn't change how much time he has on his hands with little to fill it. If he eventually tires of the spirits and the sadness in the air and follows Riku's departure to stand in the shadows some distance down the hill, it's because he's swapping one distraction for another. Some part of him does want to know what all the cryptic comments had been about. So he watches, wondering who Riku had talked about meeting when he's standing all by himself.]
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He almost doesn't go. Anyone who knows M.K. knows he can dine out on a grudge longer than most have a right to, and his sufficient annoyance, such as it is, tempts him into a show of pettiness. To hell with the insufferable silver-haired oddball and his oddball friends. He doesn't need the headache.
That doesn't, of course, doesn't change how much time he has on his hands with little to fill it. If he eventually tires of the spirits and the sadness in the air and follows Riku's departure to stand in the shadows some distance down the hill, it's because he's swapping one distraction for another. Some part of him does want to know what all the cryptic comments had been about. So he watches, wondering who Riku had talked about meeting when he's standing all by himself.]