"Kwee, little one, what are you doing here?" the elder Kikwi asked, raising a brow. The small child laughed nervously, tugging at his earlobe.
"Well, Bucha, it— it just gets kind of lonely being a ten year old tycoon, y'know?" Absent-mindedly, Malo smoothed his skirt. He wasn't sure if the blush was showing in his face, but it didn't matter to him— as long as he was in his senpai's presence, he willed himself to talk all risks.
Never mind that they were about two or three games apart.
Bucha chuckled, and Malo watched in awe as his muscles (or was it fat?) rippled as he stepped aside. "It seems," the Kikwi growled, voice dropping a few octaves, "that you are infatuated with me."
To Malo's surprise, Bucha chuckled! Chuckled! The nerve! He felt his face redden and crossed his arms angrily. He took time out of his schedule to visit the love of h—his senpai, and he laughed?
Huffing, Malo replied icily, "Well, you don't want me here. That's apparent." He hoped the noise of the forest masked the rapid beating of his heart.
The kikwi took a step closer and it seemed the air temperature dropped a few degrees. Malo shivered, half-hoping Bucha would offer him a hug.
"Is that so?" he whispered huskily. "Is that what you believe?"
Malo squeaked. "Of c-course not, Bucha-senpai!" This is it, he thought to himself, feeling his heart pound against his chest, it's finally happening!
"Now," Bucha eyed him up and down, "why are you in a school skirt?"
Much to the elder Kikwi's surprise, Malo smirked. "I was hoping you'd ask that," the tycoon said seductively, approaching his senpai, "tell me, am I the first to climb on your…" He paused for a moment, feeling positively naughty. "…ass?"
Bucha chuckled, a hearty sound. Of course Malo wasn't the first, but then again, he wasn't the first to approach Bucha wearing a schoolgirl skirt, either. "Seize it," he gasped, "seize my slingshot!"
Malo obliged and twerked as fast as Malo Mart was suckering money out of heroes.