A House call [Bocross]

By the time, Shun was doing what he usually does at that time of the afternoon: having lunch (a small cup of tea and a few champagne biscuits, his favorite of all) while watching television in his room, located at his house's second floor. What was he watching? Most certainly some fashion show. One could assume, as a spoiled little brat, Shun would spend his hours watching television all day, but that's a far from truth assumption. In reality, he wasn't into watching television much often, except when it's related to his personal interests, such as anything fashion or music-related. His afternoon would be the same as ever if it weren't for one maid of his, a middle-aged fat and goodhearted woman, to come into his room, apologizing for the sudden interruption and announcing there was a young man waiting for his presence downstairs.

— Young man? Who could it be? I'm not waiting for visitors... — He wondered. Before she could even open her mouth and explain who it was, Shun's face turned from surprise to a large and cheerful grin. There was only one explanation: it must be him. As he felt his heart racing, he got up from his bed in a jump and asked the lady hastily: — How does he look like? Is he absurdly tall? Is he wearing distinguished clothes? Say something!! You know what? Please, just leave! Oh, and tell him I'm coming right away! Ah, wait! Is my hair okay? What about my clothes?? Ah, forget it, you don't understand this stuff, just go! GO! — The poor woman, then, would leave his room in her typically ungraceful hurry state, leaving Shun to meanwhile check himself in the mirror. Okay, he wasn't in his best days, but that's only because he didn't know someone would come to his house. Specially that someone. Oh, what gives, he wouldn't have enough time to prepare himself, nor would leave the man waiting forever while he gets properly dressed — let's be real, a bath gown is not the best outfit to host guests. He, then, proceeded to go downstairs and, for his surprise, her maid was yet to open the door. Talk about being absurdly slow.

— Psssh, forget it! I'm already here, let me handle it for now! Go. Go! — He gestured for the woman to go back to her usual affairs. One final hair fix and he was ready to open the door. Little did he know, who he was about to meet is far from being the one he had imagined.

— Oh................. hello. — His face wouldn't ring any bells with Shun. The boy didn't bother to behave discreetly when he was face-to-face with his new companion — on the contrary, he would take his little time to stare at his hair ("Unusual hair color...approved!"), gazing down to his clothes ("Wearing a cape in this hot weather, now that's brave... And that loose tie is a no-go, but anyway, approved!") and finally meeting the papers he was holding, which the teen recognized as his school work from earlier morning. Of course! It's a fellow classmate! If it weren't for his school work, he'd never deduce it. As he wouldn't look behind once he was being lectured in the middle of a class, it would only make sense if he didn't know what Hyde was like, even if a redhead would obviously stand out in a crowd, and not even know his name. As he kept wondering for how long Hyde was a classmate of him without his knowledge, and why his maid didn't say that right from the beginning, he came into his senses and smiled, somewhat uncomfortable with the situation.

— ...Aaaahm...I'm sorry, I don't know your name, but thank you for bringing it back to me. Would you like to come in? — He said, opening the door further so Hyde could come inside. — Oh, and next time please ring the doorbell?

"Specific scent", huh? Now that's unusual. He even knew what kind of perfume Shun most commonly wear. It got Shun surprised for a moment, blinking repeatedly as Hyde would come inside and made the young teen a bit more uncomfortable — the guy even knew his favorite perfume, and on the other hand, he didn't even know his name!
Not that it'd make the situation any less awkward (if anything, it had exactly the opposite effect). Sigh. Shun, who was so merry the second before, now was facing such a discouragement. Once the front door was closed, the Mizumi guy behaved like a child in an amusement park, which got Shun really surprised for the second time — while those items he mentioned were very trivial to the young boy, maybe Hyde haven't seen a chandelier and a piano in person before? Probably everyone in Penecia is used to such ostensible and expensive artifacts; at least, everyone Shun is acquaintances with. The logical deduction is, Hyde must not be from Penecia. Or maybe, not from the good part of it.

— Ahem. — He cleared his throat, in an attempt to politely counter what he identified as the other's enthusiasm and impropriety for a minute, but before he could advertise him, Hyde threw a question. A rather difficult one to answer. He would cross his arms in a speculative manner before professing an adequate answer: — Well, I don't know anyone there yet, and I'm still not used to the environment, but I guess I have no complaints so far. What about you? — He lifted his eyes to Hyde's, waiting for his turn to answer, while the maid from before would happily approach both boys bringing a tray of the same biscuits to which Shun helped himself before, and also two glasses of grapefruit juice. She nodded her head to Hyde in a bashful greeting and then turned to Shun's face, smirking. Oh, that woman! She was probably hiding somewhere the moment she was dismissed, listening to the conversation only to reappear in the exact time.

— Thank you. — Shun muttered between his teeth, and even if he was smiling, his eyes would denounce what he was truly feeling: if they were guns, he would have shot her right at that moment. She, who was already used to the young boy's temper, tried her best to not laugh at his face and departed, leaving the tray over a table located in the middle of the living room.

“Well, you know me. And I know you, so let’s continue to know each other.”
Now, that was so straightforward and, one could say, childish that Shun couldn't help but to smirk at Hyde. Is there someone who's really that honest and enthusiastic in the world? As a matter of fact, too enthusiastic for his own tastes. The guy just wouldn't shut up; rather, he went on and on as if they're long-term friends or something. Shun started to think it was not a good idea to invite the guy to his house for such a small gesture of kindness. Sure, he was gentle and incredibly caring for returning his notes, but wasn't that what everyone should do in first place? Why does he have to deduce they were friends because of it and be rewarded for it? That's what you get when you try to be nice for a change.

— Erm, okay, calm down... — Shun said, softly, rubbing his temples trying to stay composed as usual. And when he does that, one thing is sure: he was preparing himself to petulantly bitch on Hyde. — Since you mentioned the "running my mouth" thingie, we should clarify some issues here. First of all, no, I didn't see the Big Top, I wouldn't even go there to be totally honest. Second, no, I have not tried to "pass on my beauty tips" to those girls you mention. I don't even know who they are, I don't know anyone in that school, to be completely fair. Third, my goals in life are way too ambitious to tell you, it would take time to explain it all to a stranger! Oh yes, no, I had no clue about this sort of...relation between your current mood and how "wonderful" food would taste when you experience the magical power of friendship and, mind you, we have just got to meet each other, we're NOT on THAT level yet. Last but not least, you can call me Kurosawa, thank you. — After that emotional burst that was surprisingly calm, he took a deep breath. You couldn't really blame him, he just wasn't used to such...purity. Once again, his maid was in a corner far from the living room, watching and listening to it all and giving Shun a disapproval look. What a nosy woman, she'd make Shun feel guilty even without saying anything! — You're a nice boy and all, but...I must say it's rather odd and sudden your approach and how at ease you find yourself. I mean... — He gave a narrowed gaze to Hyde for a brief moment before letting a self-satisfied giggle come to his lips and verbalizing what his thoughts concluded. — ...you are not trying to hit on me in my own house, are you?

( OOC note: Sorry for taking so long to respond, I was kinda busy these days, and also sorry for my character behaving like a jerk now. ;_; I promise Shun will be a good person later on, and I won't delay to write your posts again. )

My....The teen have just given him a piece of mind and how does he respond to that? By...praising him even more. Oh gee, this way it wouldn't be easy to tell him off, because Shun may be scornful and snobbish most of the time, but he has a (soft) degree of conscience that prevents him from being rude to someone who was exaggeratedly nice to him — especially if this someone call him a "queen". Some would call it "egocentrism" and they wouldn't be any less accurate. However, if the constant compliments would make the teen think his guest was maybe worth of his time, the following statements would throw it to the ground. What-the-heck did he mean by "name screaming" and "climbing islands"?? How can someone be so dense?? Shun, blinking a couple times and narrowing his glare to the other even more with an (negatively) amused face, even wondered if he was just being his usual self or putting on an innocent facade to try to score with him. Little did he know Shun wasn't into that kind of dumb, nonsensical guy, which is a pity, Hyde is not ugly at all...oh well. He doesn't par up with his standards but at least he wasn't the aggressive obsessive type of stalker.

— ...oh my, I think I need to sit down 'cause, judging by the way things stand, it's gonna be a loooong afternoon... — After taking his glass of grapefruit juice and drinking a few sips of it, trying to stay calm and composed, he sat down on a leather armchair, typically crossed his legs and then made a gesture for Hyde to have a seat on the couch. "And to think I'm missing my show for this..."
When Hyde offered him the reference sheets from homework, he didn't pay too much attention to it. In all honesty, he wasn't in the mood for homework right now. — Oh? Okay. Sure. — "Whatever", he'd say, questioning himself how someone so..."unique", cognitively speaking, managed to make it to High School.

...and then, they had it finished. Pretty soon, who would have guessed? Hyde wasn't too irrational as he seemed. In all honesty, apart from the nonsensical outburst he displayed minutes ago, he is actually intelligent and focused.

— Don't worry, you weren't. — Portraying a satisfied smirk, Shun replied, standing up as well. That was partially a lie. If at first, Shun wasn't really fond of his presence, but once he was surprised Hyde had something functional inside his cranium (again, if you exclude his happy-go-lucky demeanor), Shun's opinion on the other guy developed a bit, and in the positive direction. — You're apologizing way too much and for the wrong reasons. If you're gonna be sorry for something, you should be for wearing a cape in such a hot season. That's too much outstanding and actually doesn't match your whole look, if you catch my drift. — He finished the sentence with a cordial smile. A small "beauty tip" would work as a way of telling Hyde he can — emphasizing "can" — be comfortable with his presence over the time. As long as he doesn't enforce a friendship like today, it would come eventually. — One more thing: if you're trying to spend time with me and invite me on a date, you should just go ahead and ask away instead of making excuses. I might not say what you want to hear but I won't bite! — His smile turned into a self-assured grin. Because it wouldn't be Shun if he didn't tease the other one a little bit.

As he said his farewells to Hyde and closed the door, his maid would come, retracting the tray with the glasses and some biscuit leftovers. Shun got a bit scared to see she was behind him. How come an woman of that size — horizontally speaking — was so furtive when she wanted to, specially considering how ungraceful she walked? The boy placed his hands on his waist and, arching one eyebrow, would respond:

— Don't you ever stop sneaking? — As she laughed loudly and walked back to the kitchen, Shun would followed right behind her.