[Today, Kidou came to school with a mission. To outside observers, he went through the day as usual, shoving his mission to the back of his mind while in class only to resume it when in the hallways or during lunch, keeping his eyes out for a specific brown-haired soccer player.
He had to get Amada alone somewhere people weren't as likely to overhear. This whole thing has been planned out to the exact wording; Genda would deserve no less than his best effort to make this work. But it won't work at all if he can't find the moment to do this.
His chance came later in the day than he'd like, but the locker room provided the first decent chance he'd found. Kidou wastes no further time in making a beeline towards his friend, waiting only until Noodle's moved out of earshot to quietly begin. It's not often that Kidou asks anything of his friends off the field; he tends to only do so when it's important.]
[The answer comes from Ken before Kidou can even finish his sentence, large brown eyes looking back at him as clear as a cloudless sky. Ken, one of the quickest on the team to change in and out of his soccer jersey, is already pulling his jacket on when his friend weaves his way through the crowd of kids to come speak to him. But the answer comes even faster, having already been on the tip of his tongue when he saw the look on Kidou's face.]
[Ken cuts over him, startling Kidou into momentary silence. Not many people talk over him, even to give him permission to go ahead, or agree. He stares at Amada, more curious as to what prompted that than anything. He wasn't often that impatient, and that look on his face ... no, it can't be annoyance.
While he's still thrown off his plan, his friend continues to clarify. The lighting is bright, but there are no lights far enough ahead to cast bright reflections off the tinted glass of his goggles. Instead, it gives just the right angle to betray a faint shadow of narrow eyes behind them as they widen in very real surprise.
He doesn't reply immediately. His mind is too busy reeling from the implications of what he just heard. Before even listening to what Kidou was going to ask, Amada has already agreed. It could have been anything. Does he have an idea what it would be already? Is he guessing?
That specific wording Kidou'd crafted over the weekend is gone right out of his mind. Goodbye, planning. It was nice while it lasted.]
[That sentence he'd had is cast into scattered fragments, but he recovers smoothly enough. Somewhere underneath his endless chain of 'he would say yes no matter what', he's gotten enough back together to get to the point.
By the time he does, he's got a smile of his own.]
He has a power that requires multiple people to activate. The wording's not clear enough to understand the extent of its capabilities.
[Of course, Kidou knew the outcome already. Amada had already promised to do this, before Kidou even had to ask. But the smile on his face grows as Amada confirms that all the more partly because of this.
Genda had left this up to Kidou to decide. It was his call, and with that Genda placed himself voluntarily under Kidou's authority. Although he accepted that and made the call as requested, Kidou had been a little apprehensive about it. Amada would always have his back. That much, he'd never doubt, not for a moment. He would trust Amada and Gran both with his life without question, but this was a bit different.
This confirms that Kidou made the right decision, trusting the knowledge of Genda's power to his friend. All he needs to hope now is that Amada approves of Genda for Genda's sake, and not solely his own. It'd be preferable if his friends could all get along.]
When are you free this week? I'll need to do some coordinating.
My schedule's as free as ever, once I'm out of school and practice.
[Ken kept himself busy, but he was never tied to a schedule. He glances at a calendar pinned up to the wall of the locker room just to check the dates, but he's looking back to Kidou before even a second passes.]
Just let me know when you Genda and Gran are free. I'm guessing you're asking Gran too?
[As expected of Amada, he already knows. By now, Kidou's stopped musing at how he always guesses these things. (It can't be because deep underneath Kidou's conviction that he's mysterious and cool, he's close to the exact opposite of both these things to anyone who knows him. That's an impossibility. Clearly.)]
Heh. He's already agreed.
[Usually, Amada's schedule is as predictable as everyone's - but there's a huge difference between knowing that, and assuming that'll always be the case. It never hurts to confirm.]
I'll let you know what day works. ...And when I find a suitable location.
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Feb 6, action
He had to get Amada alone somewhere people weren't as likely to overhear. This whole thing has been planned out to the exact wording; Genda would deserve no less than his best effort to make this work. But it won't work at all if he can't find the moment to do this.
His chance came later in the day than he'd like, but the locker room provided the first decent chance he'd found. Kidou wastes no further time in making a beeline towards his friend, waiting only until Noodle's moved out of earshot to quietly begin. It's not often that Kidou asks anything of his friends off the field; he tends to only do so when it's important.]
Amada, I have a request.
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[The answer comes from Ken before Kidou can even finish his sentence, large brown eyes looking back at him as clear as a cloudless sky. Ken, one of the quickest on the team to change in and out of his soccer jersey, is already pulling his jacket on when his friend weaves his way through the crowd of kids to come speak to him. But the answer comes even faster, having already been on the tip of his tongue when he saw the look on Kidou's face.]
Sure, [he repeats,] I'll do it.
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While he's still thrown off his plan, his friend continues to clarify. The lighting is bright, but there are no lights far enough ahead to cast bright reflections off the tinted glass of his goggles. Instead, it gives just the right angle to betray a faint shadow of narrow eyes behind them as they widen in very real surprise.
He doesn't reply immediately. His mind is too busy reeling from the implications of what he just heard. Before even listening to what Kidou was going to ask, Amada has already agreed. It could have been anything. Does he have an idea what it would be already? Is he guessing?
That specific wording Kidou'd crafted over the weekend is gone right out of his mind. Goodbye, planning. It was nice while it lasted.]
Without knowing what it is?
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[The jacket is put on, zipped up, and Ken adjusts any bunched up parts of his clothes as he talks.]
What is it?
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[That sentence he'd had is cast into scattered fragments, but he recovers smoothly enough. Somewhere underneath his endless chain of 'he would say yes no matter what', he's gotten enough back together to get to the point.
By the time he does, he's got a smile of his own.]
He has a power that requires multiple people to activate. The wording's not clear enough to understand the extent of its capabilities.
I'd like to ask your help in testing it.
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I'm glad you asked me! Of course I'll be willing to help -- what are imPort friends for if not for this?
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Genda had left this up to Kidou to decide. It was his call, and with that Genda placed himself voluntarily under Kidou's authority. Although he accepted that and made the call as requested, Kidou had been a little apprehensive about it. Amada would always have his back. That much, he'd never doubt, not for a moment. He would trust Amada and Gran both with his life without question, but this was a bit different.
This confirms that Kidou made the right decision, trusting the knowledge of Genda's power to his friend. All he needs to hope now is that Amada approves of Genda for Genda's sake, and not solely his own. It'd be preferable if his friends could all get along.]
When are you free this week? I'll need to do some coordinating.
[Thank you.]
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[Ken kept himself busy, but he was never tied to a schedule. He glances at a calendar pinned up to the wall of the locker room just to check the dates, but he's looking back to Kidou before even a second passes.]
Just let me know when you Genda and Gran are free. I'm guessing you're asking Gran too?
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Heh. He's already agreed.
[Usually, Amada's schedule is as predictable as everyone's - but there's a huge difference between knowing that, and assuming that'll always be the case. It never hurts to confirm.]
I'll let you know what day works. ...And when I find a suitable location.
[Suggestions welcome, seriously.]