“Hahahahaha, I totally will, man!” Kiel giggled, even though he probably wouldn't blame her. Like, it was one thing being all "it's totally Zeph or Chlo or Phenny or whoever's fault!" when he knew them, because they usually knew he was joking and would totally take responsibility when it was serious, but this chick might get the wrong impression again, you know? Not that she'd know if he did blame her, but Kiel would know, you know?
When she refused to give him her number, he pouted. “Awwwww. I'm so not a stalker, man.” It was kind of upsetting, but at the same time he totally understood where she was coming from, so he wouldn't push. He might lack a sense of personal space and decorum and all that, but he really wasn't a stalker, you know? “Here, here, here's mine,” he said instead, and then started patting himself down in search of paper and a pen.
When all he found was the same Hello Kitty stuff he'd accidentally-on-purpose stolen from his baby sister when he first came to the mainland (well, like, it was the only notebook he'd been able to find that didn't have Tad's or his mom's scribbles already all over it), he “Wah!”'d and ducked to the side so Rea couldn't take, like, pictures of him writing in it or something.
He shoved the girly notebook back in his pocket almost before he'd done writing in it, having ripped off the piece he'd scribbled on, and shoved the paper with his number on it right in Rea's face. “Here you go! Like, you can totally call me any time, okay, or text me or whatever, and the only time I won't answer is if I'm, like, in the shower or something.”
'cause, you know, it never even occurred to Kiel that she wouldn't even own a COM.
When she refused to give him her number, he pouted. “Awwwww. I'm so not a stalker, man.” It was kind of upsetting, but at the same time he totally understood where she was coming from, so he wouldn't push. He might lack a sense of personal space and decorum and all that, but he really wasn't a stalker, you know? “Here, here, here's mine,” he said instead, and then started patting himself down in search of paper and a pen.
When all he found was the same Hello Kitty stuff he'd accidentally-on-purpose stolen from his baby sister when he first came to the mainland (well, like, it was the only notebook he'd been able to find that didn't have Tad's or his mom's scribbles already all over it), he “Wah!”'d and ducked to the side so Rea couldn't take, like, pictures of him writing in it or something.
He shoved the girly notebook back in his pocket almost before he'd done writing in it, having ripped off the piece he'd scribbled on, and shoved the paper with his number on it right in Rea's face. “Here you go! Like, you can totally call me any time, okay, or text me or whatever, and the only time I won't answer is if I'm, like, in the shower or something.”
'cause, you know, it never even occurred to Kiel that she wouldn't even own a COM.