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Post by Takeshima Kunou on May 21, 2013 3:18:42 GMT -5
Takeshima Kunou - Age 20__________________________________________________________
"Wine," Takeshima said nodding his head. Interesting choice. It sort of held some class to it. Yet he still felt this girl was simply so promiscuous. He was one drink ahead, and when he poured back that third one with her second one, he felt immediately more relaxed and loose. He had a light buzz going, although he had plenty of drinks to make himself feel completely numb. Especially with her giving up on the hard liquors. Takeshima was smiling as he watched her face. She really didn't enjoy the bitterness of the alcohol it seemed. "You sure? After the first shot, vodka taste like water to me." He told her as he grabbed a shot of vodka, tossing it to himself and staring at it. he threw it back over, hearing another clink before he looked up. When she stated it was warm he nodded.
"Yeah, those drinks really get some heat into you. It feels really nice." He told her as he slowly began to stretch straight up. The girl seemed like she was enjoying herself somewhat. Shima was sort of purposefully bothering her. Still, she seemed like somewhere she was having some fun. Takeshima's eyes shifted a little bit to her chest, and he could see the faint edges of black and he became curious. What were those markings? Such a queer thing. Then she had laid back down and asked a question. He smiled and nodded. He reached forward and rubbed her ears gently, before scratching gently. He looked back, opening up and waving over the bartender.
"Sir?"
"Do you guys have any wine?"
"Wine...? Seriously?"
"Alright, I guess I asked wrong. Bottle of port please." Shima said with a slight nod.
"Yeah, sure I guess." The man seemed puzzled but he returned with two glasses and a bottle of red wine. After he left Shima grabbed his screwdriver and drank from it a bit.
"I believe that's sweet wine, and it should be good. Feel free to drink whatever you want." He said before he shot back the screwdriver. After that he looked down. He really wanted a cigarette
[/font][/color][/blockquote] OOC: Status: Normal Action: Fatigue Level: 0% Injuries: Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 14 Hak: 7 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16 Wordcount: Didn’t Count
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Post by Blair Mitts on May 21, 2013 3:36:39 GMT -5
She looked up at him as he questioned her, and merely gave her nod in agreement that she was sure, the vodka tasted awful, she wanted to say the taste was bitter but she wasn't really sure how to describe it. Maybe the taste was burning? He was smiling now, as he tossed back another drink, as he said the drinks got heat into people, and that it felt nice. She supposed that was true, since her body felt kinda of tingly and she felt sorta flushed. He reached forward and rubbed her ears gently, as they twitched underneath his touch. A deep purr resonating from her throat as it even vibrated the table with its depth. Then she heard him ask if they have any wine.
As he then asked for a bottle of port, and the bartender came back with two glasses and a bottle of red wine. She watching him knock down another shot, as she grabbed the bottle, popping it open as she poured herself a glass and him. She leaned up a bit, still giving him full access to her ears but up just enough that she could tip the glass to her lips. As she took a few gulps, feeling the sweetness run over her lips and down her tongue. It was a lot more satisfying and this was the taste she remembered. A rush of memories coming into her mind back when she used to work for the brothel, the gallons of wine she had washed down with hundreds of different men. Her mother and herself were the brothels best workers, and if it wasn't for the man that had bought them she'd of died a whore rather than a daughter.
"Ah, this, this brings back memories. Good, and bad." She murmured, as she quickly down the contents of the glass before laying her head back down on the table. "So, this is what humans do for fun? I suppose this is fun, I feel pretty fun-ey." She said with a grin placed on her lips, talking about the tingling sensation that had engulfed her body as she suddenly leaned up, having her elbows leaning on the table as she rested her face in both of her hands. Noticing him as he kept looking down at her cleavage. A small grin rising to her face as she stopped supporting herself on her elbows. "Curious what those marking are, eh?" She said in a cheeky tone, as she took both of hands and spread her breasts apart gently. Showing the number 22, and he could also see her hollow hole but only briefly as she slipped her hands out of her cleavage. Resting her elbows back on the table, and putting her face back in her hands.
Looking at him with golden curious eyes. "Is Shima more happy now than when I first met him? He seems less mean, and more relaxed." A few more memories came rushing back, of body shots and other such naughty things. Thoughts passing through her memories as she poured herself another glass of wine, this time, taking one gulp, but swishing the liquid around in her mouth. Enjoying the flavor of it, before she finally swallowed it. Looking over at Shima in his more relaxed state, and wondering if she could go back to seducing him now, or if she should wait till he was more... poisoned as he liked to put it.
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on May 21, 2013 19:21:30 GMT -5
Takeshima Kunou - Age 20__________________________________________________________
Takeshima heard her say the memories that the wine brought back and he smiled to her before looking down to his glass with a thoughtful look. His hand rubbed her ears still, since she was still in the position that looked like she was asking for it. His eyes stared down at the shots, and he let out a gentle sigh. When he heard memories, he just thought of the dying teenage girl in his arms. He caught her say that she felt pretty funny and he simply grabbed another shot, this time the vodka before he threw it back, slamming the glass down a bit harder than the other ones. He looked down and counted. She had two, her screwdriver and a shot of vodka. He had had five drinks, which left him with five more shots in front of him. His eyes flicked back up to the visible black markings and he decided he’d try and guess what they were. Maybe to keep his mind of the sadness that was beginning to build up.
She obviously caught his glances, and with her grin it seemed as she thought it was for another reason. But she humored him, exposing her cleavage to him after he removed his hand from her head. He took in the sight with trained eyes. Two twos, and a small hole, left from when she was a hollow. That was interesting. He hadn’t met many arrancar, and with the human look they had, he was unsure if they still carried the mark of the heartless. It seemed it would never go away for them. Then her eyes searched him and he looked up to meet her eyes, and he listened to her.
“I’m feeling..” There was a pause and he looked back down to his drinks. Two vodka shots, and three whiskey. He grabbed another of the whiskey shots and threw it back and then set it down, sinking down into the booth a little bit. “I feel just fine, hun.” He told her with closed eyes, clenched a little tightly as the burn from the firewater. As his eyes opened there was a gentle look on his face. He could feel the mood balancer mixing with the alcohol. It was a strange feeling. He just wanted to smile, but his cheeks were beginning to hurt from the strain. He took a deep breath and then stretched up. “I’m going to go grab a cigarette.” He said as he got up and began to move. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.” He said as he went for the exit of the bar. He didn’t notice the man that passed by him, heading for Blair. After he got outside he said hey to the bouncer and quickly made his way to the vending machine. He inserted his money and got his pack of cigarettes in about three minutes, and when he came back and noticed the man he walked over, glaring at him. “Ahem, you’re in my seat.” He said before the man, with alcoholic breath stood. “Just trying to talk to the lady bub!” He said before Takeshima turned his head to the bartender. He received a wave and then looked back. “You should get going.” Takeshima said simply. The man cussed at Shima, who wore the straightest face. His eyes flicked over to Blair before the man walked off. Takeshima scooted into the seat and smirked. “I’m going to probably have to fight him later.” He said with a chuckle before he withdrew a cigarette and tapped it against the table. His other hand put the pack away and then threw back another shot of the clear bitter liquid. Just wasn't a complete night without some violence.
[/font][/color][/blockquote] OOC: Status: Normal Action: Fatigue Level: 0% Injuries: Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 14 Hak: 7 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16 Wordcount: Didn’t Count
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Post by Blair Mitts on May 21, 2013 20:20:50 GMT -5
She looked up to him as he was going to explain how he was feeling, but not before knocking down yet another shot of liquor. And then he said he felt just fine and called her hun. This drew an impressive smile from her lips as he seemed to be relaxing a lot more than when she first met him. He took a deep breathe than stretched up, as he said he was finally going to go grab a cigarette and to stay here. She nodded her head, and laid herself back down on the table. As she looked out over the bar, getting suddenly bored now that Shima left her for the time being. As Shima walked out another man walked past him as he sat in the booth with her.
Looking up, she had her chin flat with the table as her gold eyes looked up at him a little suspiciously. The man started to compliment her, and asked her if he could buy her any drinks. For the most part she was ignoring him until Shima came back, as the man suddenly got up and cussed at Shima, Shima sitting back down in his seat, as he smirked at her and told her he was probably going to have to fight that guy later. He said with a laugh, that sounded odd coming from his lips as he slipped a cigarette from his pack and into his mouth, with one fluid motion he also knocked back another bout of alcohol. "Can I kick his ass? First things first, I would hit him really softly, as if I were a weak girl. Then I'd let him swing at me several times, and I would dodge every hit, then finally I'd sweep him off his feet, and when he was flat on his back... Kick him in the nuts." She said, with a little maniacal grin on her face.
Blair reached out for one of Shima's hands, and grabbed one without hesitation and without him pulling back this time. She brought it closer to her lips, before she suddenly stuck her tongue out and ran it up the length of the top of his hand. What Shima would notice is that the tongue felt just like a cats, well, almost like a cats. As if she were some cat/human hybrid which she pretty much was. "That feels weird, doesn't it, Sh-i-ma." She said, pronouncing each individual syllable of his name. A obvious grin on her face as she sat up and took another large gulp of wine. Putting her hands on her face as she enjoyed the flavor and texture of it. "We, should go get something to eat. Iamstarving." She said, running her last sentence together as she was speaking a little to fast. "Or, I could go eat that guys soul..." She trailed off, letting Shima think for a minute. "Just kidding." She said with a small laugh, as she laid her head back on the table, since she figured Shima liked the feel of her ears between his finger tips.
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on May 21, 2013 21:13:11 GMT -5
Takeshima Kunou - Age 20__________________________________________________________
Takeshima listened to her fight strategy while he lit his cigarette and nodded. When she finished he looked at her and smirked. “Honestly. I’d probably just break his arm.” He told her simply. “I’m not too flashy when it comes to normal people. No reason to show off. It’s not like what they think really matters.” He told her as he breathed in. It was odd, the girl was pretty non-violent towards Shima, yet she seemed as though she wouldn’t mind to hurt that guy. He wondered if she was only joking or if for some reason he was sort of special.
When she took his hand he looked down to her. She pulled it close to her face. He didn’t hide the puzzled look, and when she licked his hand, it definitely did not diminish. It was an odd sensation. He looked down at his hand and then to her. “Yeah, it does feel pretty weird.” When she said they should get something to eat he smirked. “Well, I guess a few of these drinks can go unfinished.” He said as he grabbed another shot and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth. He shot it back, swallows hard, inhaled off his cigarette and then reached down and grabbed his phone. “Hmm, it’s only been about an hour and a half. Funny, seems like time’s been flying since we’ve been here.” He said with a small smile before he stood. He felt a bit wobbly. He reached down and unbuttoned his vest, which opened and swung a little, it’s insides weighted by a few hidden seele schneiders. He reached down and gently took her hand, helping her out of the booth. He let go though and began walking towards the exit.
Sure enough the man from earlier came walking and tried bumping into Shima. Shima caught the movements, and planted the foot opposite of the man, so he kind of bounced off, before shouting an obscenity. Before he kept going Shima just smiled. “Just do something so I can hurt you.”
The man looked furious and then threw a hook at Shima. The furious look turned into a look of uncomfortability when Shima stepped in, clearing just about all space between them. The punch went behind Shima’s head. Shima’s hand was quick, a sharp, short blow to the solar plexus. The man began to bend over, into Shima, who let the man now have his space. He fell to his knees and tried to catch his breath while Shima looked back and nudged his head towards the door. “Come on, we can head to my place and grab a bite.” He said nonchalantly as he strolled out.
[/font][/color][/blockquote] OOC: Status: Normal Action: Fatigue Level: 0% Injuries: Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 14 Hak: 7 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16 Wordcount: Didn’t Count
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Post by Blair Mitts on May 21, 2013 23:06:24 GMT -5
She listened to what he had to say, and said he'd probably just break her arm, all she could do was listen and nod to the way he would handle things since he said he had no reason to show off at all. He agreed that it felt pretty weird when she had licked his hand, and she gave a smile and a gentle laugh. He took another shot, and put his cigarette back between his lips. Noting how long they had been here, he said as he stood up, a bit wobbly at first before he somewhat gained his composure. Reaching down and unbutton his vest which opened and swung a little, she grinned, seeing that he was getting more relaxed and comfortable around her.
Reaching down, he gently took her hand as he helped her out of the both and she barely wobbled, but she was of an entirely different species, so it was only natural that it acted differently on her body than it did his, although she still felt hot in comparison. She grabbed her coat and shifted it around her shoulders, as they headed for the exit, the man trying to bum into Shima as he shifted his weight and dodged him completely. The man clearly the space between them as she quickly stepped out of the way with a cat like grace, as he hit the man in the solar plexus, watching him bend over towards the floor trying to catch his breathe. She quickly ran back to him and caught his arm as they headed out and said they were going to head back to his place for a bite to eat.
Cuddling up to him, as both her arms slipped around his right arm she started to talk. "Oh? Your going to take me back to your place huh? So soon?" She said, teasing him a bit since at the beginning of the night he had no interest in her what so ever. Now it seemed they were heading back to his place and she wondered what kind of place he had. Walking, her skin was on end, goose bumped due to the chill of the air, but she loved wearing her skimpy clothes, and her blood ran rather hot. It was no wonder she felt even hotter due to the liquor she had poured between her lips. "Damn, I should of grabbed the rest of that bottle of wine." She said in a after thought as she still clung to him, the sound of her weapon gently hitting her leg as it was sheathed on her right side. It was an odd weapon, one hand claw to be exact, she wondered if Shima had seen it, but then again, he probably really didn't care.
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on May 22, 2013 21:24:53 GMT -5
Takeshima Kunou - Age 20__________________________________________________________
“Yes.” Takeshima said simply to what she asked. After a little thought he looked down to her, cuddled against his arm. Her skin was becoming cooler. A little bit of a lie from the warmth she said she felt. He knew his own surface temperature had cooled and he felt a little of a chill. He wondered continuously if he should remind her that he isn’t exactly the time that she thought he was, even though he was rather intoxicated. Still feeling the effects deepen as the alcohol continued to affect his body. She seemed happy. For the moment, who was he to take away the happiness she had right now? Takeshima let her hold onto him, and looked forward. There was a deep drag off of his cigarette and he kept on moving, pulling her along to the side and back the direction they had come.
“Well, we’re a little far gone. Sorry about that hun.” He told her. “I’ve got plenty of things at the house still. Well, not plenty, but enough to help you out when we get back to my place.” He told her. He planned on having another drink with whatever he would make for them. He was moving pretty quickly, keeping her close to him. After a few minutes they began to slow to a small apartment building. He moved up to it the door and began to slow and fished in his back pocket for. He opened the door and held it, to let her in first. As she would pass him he would grab his cigarette and toss it outside. After that he led her upstairs one story, to the top floor actually. He moved to the right to his door and opened it up. He moved inside and turned on a light. Straight ahead were two doors, a bathroom and a bedroom. In between was a couch, with a tv in front of it. Behind the couch was a small kitchen, and that was the entire place where he live. “Feel free to make yourself at home.” He said as he moved to the kitchen. “Is there anything in particular you would like?”
[/font][/color][/blockquote] OOC: Status: Normal Action: Fatigue Level: 5% Injuries: Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 14 Hak: 7 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16 Wordcount: --
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Post by Blair Mitts on May 22, 2013 22:13:36 GMT -5
Blair let Shima pull her along as she followed along side him at a rather brisk pace. Then he mentioned they were a little far gone, and he was mentioning the bottle of wine, and it was no problem really, she just nodded her head in turn to his words, more or less saying that it wasn't a worry. He said he had plenty back at his apartment and she only grinned with satisfaction. Finally they made it to a small apartment building, as he led them to the door, letting her go through first, but she soon clung back to his arm afterward, as they reached the top floor and to his actual apartment. Turning on a light as she noticed a couch and a TV, and behind the couch was what appeared to be a kitchen. He said to make herself at home, she walked in, and unzipped her boots, and put them against the wall, as she also shrugged off her coat and let that fall on top of her boots. "Ya know, if you really wanted me to make myself at home, I'd be naked right now."
She said with a little laugh and giggle as she made her way to the couch, throwing herself on it, her belly face down on the soft couch cushions. As she started to kick her legs gently as he asked her if there was anything she would like. "I can make due with a can of tuna, if you have one, and.. milk if you have any?" She said, as her golden eyes looked to him for just a moment, as her eyes started to scan the room, then they laid eyes on the square contraption sat in front of the couch. She suddenly shifted to her bottom, as she got up and headed over to the TV. As she started to examine it, and noticed some wires coming off of it. 'Er, what is this? Shima?" She said, as she started to rap on it gently with the knuckles of her hand.
She had never seen what this thing was, it looked pretty interesting to say the least. It was made of plastic, and it had some kind of glass screen, at least it looked like glass as far as she knew. As she walked around the box several times, eye-balling it as she kept gently raping her hand against it over and over, her cat curiosity getting the better of her. "We don't have any of these in Las Noches!" She said, as she kept examining it.
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on May 24, 2013 11:33:15 GMT -5
Takeshima Kunou - Age 20__________________________________________________________
Takeshima smirked when she said that making herself at home would be her getting naked. She was quite the individual. Takeshima listened to what she asked for while already grabbing a glass to pour out some milk. That was a given, something he guessed from the beginning. He was in his fridge pouring the cup before he turned and set it on the counter that separated him from the living room. He turned back around and the corner of his mouth pulled into a slight frown. “I’m afraid I don’t have any tuna,” He told her. “I do have a little bit of sashimi and sushi from the last night.” He said, thinking about when he made far too much food for himself.
He was back in the fridge, pulling out a small platter with a few pieces of food still on it. When he set it down he looked to the side. “Personally I wouldn’t take the chance on it, since I know how bacteria spreads. But Hollows don’t have the same issue with food poisoning I’m sure.” He told her. “Besides,” He paused, “It’s more than likely still safe, kept really cold. So you should be fine.” He explained as he reached up into another cabinent and grabbed a small styrofoam cup of instant noodles. He poured in the appropriate amount of water and put it into the microwave before turning.
“You don't know what that is?” He asked in a whisper as she was tapping lightly on his television, saying they didn’t have any of those. “I’m sure you don’t. Not many hollows would find interest in television.” He told her. “It’s kind of just a human thing.” He explained while his hand slid over to the remote he had on the counter near the milk he had just set out. It was sudden when he clicked it on, catching an explosion playing on the tv from some action movie. After that were gunshots, filling the room with simulated gunfire. It wasn't too loud, but for someone right next ot the television, it'd be a little noisy.
[/font][/color][/blockquote] OOC: Status: Normal Action: Fatigue Level: 5% Injuries: -- Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 14 Hak: 7 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16 Wordcount: Didn’t Count
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Post by Blair Mitts on May 24, 2013 12:03:12 GMT -5
It was a slight disappointment that Shima had no tuna, the cheapest of human world foods, or so she thought, but he said he had a bit of sashimi and sushi, and her eyes sparkled with a new found delight. That was even better than the tuna she originally hoped for. While she was messing around with the TV, he was talking about the food. As she eyed the platter with a few pieces and the glass of milk. As she continued to poke and prod the TV he talked about it, and said he was a human thing and that people like her would have no interest. Not noticing that he was reaching for the remote she was as close to the TV as physically possible. The TV suddenly turned on, a bright light filling the room and with the bright light came an explosion like she had never heard before, soon after round after round of gunfire following. This caused her to literally leap from where she was standing and land right behind the couch as she tuck and rolled in position behind it.
"SHIMAAAAAAAAAAAA! GET DOWNNNNNNN!" She yelled as the explosions started to die down along with the gun fire, she looked over the edge of the couch at the television contraption as Shima slowly turned it down. Seeing the explosions and gun fire play out on the TV as the people seemed to be fighting a war. All her hair was on end and her eyes large and curious. As she looked at the TV then Shima, "Wait... whats going on? How, how do they fit in there?" She asked, as she looked at the TV then back to Shima again, still remaining cautious of the contraption.As she crawled across the floor and over to the place Shima was standing at.
Peaking her head over the table as her arm slowly reached out and grabbed a piece of the Sashimi, and slowly brought it back across the table and into her mouth. Giving a purr of satisfaction but still hiding from that loud scary contraption that Shima had called a TV. Still not what to make of it after it had scared the living day lights out of her, quite literally.
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on May 24, 2013 20:32:25 GMT -5
Takeshima Kunou - Age 20__________________________________________________________
Takeshima listened to her shout out and he smiled. Of course he didn’t drop to the floor, instead he slowly turned the television down a little. He smirked and waited. When she was beside him, reaching up and stealing a piece of tuna sashimi, he smirked. “You know, they aren’t really inside the television. It’s pre-recorded, and sent out as a signal to the tv.” He said, cutting out steps, and simplifying it. “You’re perfectly safe.” Takeshima explained to her as there was a beeping behind him. He reached down and pulled open a drawer, grabbing a pair of his black, needle-like chopsticks before he spun around and opened the microwave.
After he stabbed his chopsticks into the noodles he turned and grabbed the small platter with his free hand The plate wobbled a little, and it was apparent in his walk that he was still drunk. He walked it out and set it gently on the table before stepping around the couch to grab her milk. Then he sat on the couch, leaning to the side against the arm. He had just made the noodles, although somewhere inside he had suddenly found his appetite was fading. After that realization he stood and moved again, past the arrancar that acted so much like a cat and back into the fridge in the kitchen. He was quick, pulling open the bottom drawer and grabbing a can of sake. He shut the drawer and rose up before he looked back to the girl. If she wanted more she’d ask and he’d oblige. Until then he went back to the couch and sat, tapping it for her to come sit near him if she wasn’t already. He flicked through tv channels and stopped on cartoons. They were colorful and would hopefully catch her attention a little.
[/font][/color][/blockquote] Status: Normal Action: Fatigue Level: 10% Injuries: -- Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 14 Hak: 7 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16 Wordcount: Didn’t Count
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Post by Blair Mitts on May 24, 2013 21:11:59 GMT -5
The TV was slowly turned down, and then Shima went on a brief explanation of how a TV worked, all she could say was, "Oh..." To his response as he said she was perfectly safe. A Beep was heard as he retrieved a pair of chop sticks and pulled the food out of a microwave. He took her platter of food and she frowned as he walked over to the couch and sat down, placing the platter on the table, and also taking her milk. Still, she crouched there behind the counter as he came back in and reached for a can of something or other. Going back to the couch he'd sat down as he tapped the space beside him, expecting her to sit there she figured as he flipped through the channels in the TV. Coming to something that was really colorful and looked exciting.
Standing back on two feet she came to the back of the couch. Putting two hands on the back of the couch, as she suddenly put on her weight on her hands. Her feet sticking straight up in the air, with amazing upper body strength and talent, she acted as if she was walking across the air, and finally her feet came n contact with the couch and she sat down beside Shima. Reaching out and grabbing the platter of sushi, as she popped another piece into her mouth and sat right beside him. Her left arm touching his right as she ate idly, and looked at the TV with curiosity and amusement. "Ya know, this taste a lot better than tuna. Meow." She said, as she popped another piece into her mouth before putting the plate back on the table as she looked over at Shima.
Her hand idly tracing little patterns on his right leg. "Ya know, you've really lightened up in the last two hours. Meow." She said as she looked down, not looking him in the eye currently. "I know, you must be a man now. Ya know, if there's anything you'd like to do, or touch. Don't hesitate. I'm fur from a shy kitty." She said with a little grin as she stopped tracing patterns into his leg, as she reached to the table and took a large gulp of her milk. Before she snuggled back up to him, nuzzling her face against his shoulder, as she purred softly as she did.
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on May 24, 2013 21:31:54 GMT -5
Takeshima Kunou - Age 20__________________________________________________________
It seemed she wished to show off for him as she did her flexible handspring over the couch. Takeshima simply pulled back the tab on his can and took a gulp of sake before he set it forward, looking at the noodles and deciding quite frankly that, well, he didn’t want them. Such a waste on his part. Maybe he’d find the strength to eat soon. His eyes flicked to her when he felt her finger on his leg. It seemed she hadn’t given up on “woo’ing” him. Unfortunate for her. It wouldn’t really work on a man like Takeshima.
“Have I loosened up?” He asked her with a raised eyebrow as he stretched his arms out. When they came back down, she had spoken more and began to cuddle against him. “I could touch anything?” He asked, with a long pause. His left arm reached across his body towards her, heading for her chest before it slowed, and suddenly raised a little up around her shoulders, grabbing a piece of her hair. “Wow. It’s really soft. I expected it to be like your ears but it’s not. You’ve got really good hair.” He told her before he grabbed his drink and then leaned back. “I’m glad you like the food by the way. Took a while to get it all just right. Rice wouldn’t stick together when I wrapped the seaweed around it.” He told her, hoping he had effectively shot her down as he shot back his drink some more.
[/font][/color][/blockquote] Status: Normal Action: Fatigue Level: 10% Injuries: -- Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 14 Hak: 7 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16 Wordcount: Didn’t Count
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Post by Blair Mitts on May 24, 2013 21:54:43 GMT -5
She heard him speak asking himself if he had loosened up. Then he questioned again, saying he could touch anything. As his left reach across him and towards her. As her eyes grew wide as his hand seemed to be heading for her chest, and suddenly his hand slowed and raised up at the same time. As he grabbed her hair and moved it in between his fingers, as she looked at him through slit eyes. He complimented her hair, as he leaned further back after grabbing his drink. She listened to him talk about the food and how hard of a time he had getting the rice to stick together. Clinging to his arm, and behind as close as physically possible to him, she mumbled as she spoke. "I groom myself daily and take bathes twice a day. I like to be clean..." She mumbled out, a tad disappointed with Shima.
Blair was honestly hoping he'd grab for her chest, it seemed as if this man was just not interested in her and this was truly disappointing for her. She hadn't met a man yet who could resist her charms, who loved her body and the way she acted. Constantly full of energy, and she loved to be petted, and there was things in bed that she could do that most women couldn't. Blair was a pro, and she wasn't afraid to admit to it either. She loved sex, cuddling, touching, all the interaction between two people whether it be male or female it didn't really matter. She loved to love and be love and her love was large enough for who ever wanted any of it. "You wanna keep playing with my ears? I like that, and I think you like it too." She said, as she stopped tucking her feet in and extended her body out to the other side of the couch.
Laying her head on Shima's lap, giving him full access to the top of her head, as a very soft gentle purr resonated from her throat, it would grow deeper as he played with her ears, her eyes fixated on the TV. "You know, I haven't been to the human world in a long time. Today was quite.. fun..." She said, idly as her golden eyes were catching the glow of the TV. Watching a cat and mouse on TV, the cat kept trying to get the mouse but was continually foiled by the mouse's cleverness. She almost felt a little sorry for the cat, and couldn't help but let out a few gentle laughs at the humor of it all.
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on May 26, 2013 22:58:02 GMT -5
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When she told him she groomed herself daily and the such he nodded his head. It was pretty clear he had kind of hurt her feelings or done something she completely disliked. He sighed gently and watched her shift herself so that he had easier access to her ears. He reached down. Takeshima was trying to focus on the television. Although really, everything was getting kind of fuzzy to him. His eyes felt sort of heavy. He began thinking a lot and he swallowed a little hard. His eyes scanned her gently as he rubbed her ears, feeling her purrs resonate in his lap.
Once she spoke again he nodded. “I’m sorry it’s not everything you would hope for, but I’m glad you’ve had a nice day.” He told her honestly before his head turned to the door. He had locked it when he came in, though he wasn’t exactly sure. “Uhm, Blair?” He called her name in a questioning manner. “Do you suppose I could, well, lay down with you?” He asked her.
[/font][/color][/blockquote] Status: Getting A Little Tired Action: Fatigue Level: 15% Injuries: Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 14 Hak: 7 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16 Wordcount: Didn’t Count
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