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moonsheenAnd now for JADED LESBIANS.
“That’s not…”
“Tea,” she clarified.
“Oh.” The blood returned to Izuru’s face. “Thank you.”
He watched her take her own cup to her lips. Elegant, in a careless kind of way—ruined by the way she chose to lean herself back and bring her feet up on the table, crossing one ankle over the other; she wore a bracelet around one of them. She yawned, put the cup down, let one hand finger the brim and the other hang loosely beside her. He thought that would be the sum of conversation ‘till she looked at him under her messy hair and said: “You’ve been eating again.”
“Hm? What?” Faster than a flash, she was leaned across the table to pinch the skin over his ribs. He yelped, made the mistake of looking down,and flat out shrieked. “M-matsumoto-san!”
She nodded, approvingly. “Good.” She patted his side. “You’re skinny. You should. Mm! I didn’t think nobles could get so bony--”
Izuru immediately scowled, shifting under the touch. “Well. We all have certain builds, Matsumoto-san…” he started, in an injured voice.
“Hm.” She sat back. “You’re right.”
His mouth hung open. He hadn’t been expecting an end to that matter so fast. “You look…” he started uncomfortably, instead. “…very well fed.”
Immediately she arched an eyebrow. “You don’t talk to many women do you.”
“That’s not exactly--”
“I mean compliment.”
“…not as such, no.”
“That’s not…”
“Tea,” she clarified.
“Oh.” The blood returned to Izuru’s face. “Thank you.”
He watched her take her own cup to her lips. Elegant, in a careless kind of way—ruined by the way she chose to lean herself back and bring her feet up on the table, crossing one ankle over the other; she wore a bracelet around one of them. She yawned, put the cup down, let one hand finger the brim and the other hang loosely beside her. He thought that would be the sum of conversation ‘till she looked at him under her messy hair and said: “You’ve been eating again.”
“Hm? What?” Faster than a flash, she was leaned across the table to pinch the skin over his ribs. He yelped, made the mistake of looking down,and flat out shrieked. “M-matsumoto-san!”
She nodded, approvingly. “Good.” She patted his side. “You’re skinny. You should. Mm! I didn’t think nobles could get so bony--”
Izuru immediately scowled, shifting under the touch. “Well. We all have certain builds, Matsumoto-san…” he started, in an injured voice.
“Hm.” She sat back. “You’re right.”
His mouth hung open. He hadn’t been expecting an end to that matter so fast. “You look…” he started uncomfortably, instead. “…very well fed.”
Immediately she arched an eyebrow. “You don’t talk to many women do you.”
“That’s not exactly--”
“I mean compliment.”
“…not as such, no.”
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Date: 2005-09-09 01:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-09-09 02:18 am (UTC)(oh, and the NejiHina line was perfect.)
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Date: 2005-09-09 02:16 pm (UTC)