6/18/2003
12:50
AM
Logfile
from Chase.
Broadway
Arcade
The
building appears slender at the entrance, but it spans three floors, each with
the second and third floors opening up further in the back. Just inside the
entrance, there is a counter which is lined up against the metal stairway
leading to the first floor, where one can purchase a token card. Instead of
quarters, one uses a paper game card in the games to play. Several large, sand
racer games from "The Phantom Menace" movie.
The
second floor boasts of a variety of games, including several versions of DDR,
several versions of fighting games, a few classic games like PacMan and
Galagala, and some new-fangled games involving actual ducking and twisting in
order to avoid being shot. Intersparsed between the videogames are prize games,
where one can try to fish out a stuffed animal or a CD, and a few instant photo
booths for making those strips of three pictures in a matter of minutes.
Obvious
exits:
Exit
Sayuri
likes thrills, that she does, thus she's playing the scary undead game 'House
of the Undead II'. And she's not
screaming like the girl on the date with the guy playing at the game next to
her. No, she's kicking ass. Well, at least not doing to badly. "Shinee!" Eyes narrowed and focused on the walking
zombies, she flicks the gun frequently to reload.
And who
should breeze through the door of the place than Chase. Yes, Chase. It could be
that little feeling of a certain somebody's presence in the area. It could have
been that he was planning on wasting some money here anyway. But, here he is.
Cup of some soft drink or another in hand, he sips through the straw while
meandering and weaving his way towards Say, inevitably. "To your
left," he prompts, because... well, there is probably an undead thing over
there about to get her.
And now
Sayuri does jump, because she's been so caught up in the game, she didn't even
realize that Chase was there, much less approaching her. "Tomi-kun," she scolds as her
character dies on the screen, blood dripping down it. "Give a girl a little notice now and again." But then she's turning towards him, leaning
against the game and smiling ferally.
"Didn't think I'd be seeing you so soon. What brings you out and about tonight?"
Chase
blinks after her, smiling faintly. "Oooooh. Died there. I tried to tell
you..." Yes, a touch of scolding in his voice, but teasing scolding at
that. "No? I'm hurt, Say, that you would think so poor of me. Funny how we
keep meeting up like this though." Or maybe not all that much actually.
"Mostly the fact that I tried to call you at home and didn't get ahold of
you, so I figured I'd just go out and loiter somewhere."
"Died
because you distracted me, Tomi-kun," Sayuri lays the blame directed at
the sei's feet. "I had it well in
hand." Sure, she did. "Demo, it's fine, I don't really like
the creepy zombie things anyway."
And she'll just roll her eyes at the scolding. "Hurt?" And now
she'll just smirk, reaching up to pat Chase on the cheek. "Aren't you just the cutest
thing." Her mien turns serious as
she admits, "Anou, you don't have my home number, just the one for my cell
phone. And I left it at home
today." Perhaps on purpose. "Demo, why were you calling me? Did you want to steal another
car?" There's laughter that dances
in the depths of her dark eyes.
"Or some other adventure planned for us."
Chase
shrugs his shoulders at her. "Yeah, blame it on distraction. Any shooter
knows that you need to dismiss all potential distractions and focus upon your target.
Remember this well, grasshopper." And so he'll counter the cheek pat with
a tap to her nose. But he'll actually burst into laugher though at her
mentioning of stealing another car. "Ohhh ho, what is this? I'm supposed
to be the one to help you get your excitement fix now? Obviously you didn't
have any other plan for the evening?"
Sayuri
snaps her teeth, rearing back and biting at the air just in front of the
Genbu's finger as he taps it on her nose.
Light flickers in her eyes as she studies Chase before shaking her
head. "So you won't be my... what
do they call it here? My crack
dealer?" And now she'll mock pout. "Pity, perhaps I should go elsewhere,
ne?" Dropping her hand to rest
against the gory design of the game's casing, she tilts her head to the side,
"Obviously? Perhaps I did have
plans but I'm willing to bump them for you."
Chase
is chuckling once more, mostly at that bite attempt. And so, the Genbu is going
to advance upon her, taking another sip from the straw of his drink before
lower his hand, coming ever closer. "I'm already someone else's dealer.
You saying that I've got to be yours as well? Don't any of you people know
where to go to get your fixes... then again, I kinda like that you come to me
for them." Sly grin ensues. "For me? I'm touched."
Sayuri
presses back, eyes just daring Chase to come closer, until her back bumps up
against the game. Arching her brow, she
blinks, "Somebody else's dealer of a good time, Tomi-chan? Then I shall indeed have to seek my thrills
elsewhere, ne? I don't want to infringe
on another woman's territory."
Forget that she might have considered this during the infamous car
heist. "Pity, rather liked your
brand of excitement." And then
she's turning her head away, hair curtaining her profile, hiding it from
view. "Don't get used to it, I
can't afford to spend all my free time with you." And then she turns her face back to him,
laughter dancing in her eyes.
"Unless you make it worth my while."
"No
need to worry. I deal her something else then what you are interested in from
me," Chase replies, watching her with a touch of curiosity and quite a bit
of amusement. He leans around her though to set the cup on some surface or
another and brace the palm of that hand against the machine she is leaning
against. "Oh, you know I'm worth your while. Sayuri." He ducks his
head down a little to peer into those laughing eyes of her to simply grin.
"Who's
worried," Sayuri shrugs a shoulder at the seishi, giving him a bland
look. But then Chase is leaning around
her, and she can't help but move her head forward infinitesimally and nip at
his exposed neck, just above his jugular vein.
And then she's attempting to look innocent, smiling up into his
sea-green eyes. "Hai, perhaps...
demo..." And now she makes a moue
of forgetfulness, "Why were you worth my while again?" And then her features turn upwards in wicked
delight. "That's right, you look
good in a fuku."
Chase
continues to watch her with smiling eyes, again chuckling in the back of his throat.
"Nah, I suppose not." He draws in a slow breath at that nip,
releasing it just as slowly. The 'forgetful' voice earns an odd quirk from
him... until she mentions the fuku. D'oh. Okay, now he'll groan, quite the
agonized groan at that as he head falls forward as if to rest his forehead
against her shoulder. "You just had to mention the fuku." Mutter.
"About that picture..."
"Pictures,"
Sayuri corrects, raising a hand to run it through the seishi's dark hair, the
silky strands slipping easily through her fingers. "Don't worry, I promised I wouldn't show them to anyone you
know, ne?" But she's not giving
them up, either. They turned out better
than she expected. In truth, Chase is
disturbingly photogenic. "So...
what is it that you had in mind for this evening?" And now she'll turn her head slightly to
whisper warmly in his ear, "Something exciting, I hope."
"Pictures?"
She managed to get more than one? Alright, that is awfully disturbing,
especially considering the subject matter. Chase draws in another breath,
turning his head to the side to press an open-mouthed kiss to her neck. He
finally draws his head back up though, smiling across to her. "I hadn't a
single plan. But, I suppose, if we put our heads together, we could come up
with something."
Shivering
in response to the kiss, Sayuri closes her eyes. "Mrrhm?" Oh
right, she's got to think here. "I
can come up with a lot of things, most of them involving you naked," she
sallies a return. "Demo, perhaps
we should do something safer, ne?"
And now she'll study the seishi before asking, "Anou... have you
ever seen Breakfast at Tiffanys?
Remember the scene in the five and dime store?" Yeah, she's suggesting what he thinks she
is. How does Chase feel about a little
innocent thievery?
Well,
at least she isn't imagining him in a fuku, right? That is definitely a good
thing. Chase's smile deepens at her response though but he is going to arch an
eyebrow and echo, "Safer?" He will glance away though, shooting a
brief glance to one of the games next to them before shaking his head from side
to side. "Never seen it. Show me?"
6/18/2003
04:43
PM
Logfile
from Chase.
Broadway
Arcade
The
building appears slender at the entrance, but it spans three floors, each with
the second and third floors opening up further in the back. Just inside the
entrance, there is a counter which is lined up against the metal stairway
leading to the first floor, where one can purchase a token card. Instead of
quarters, one uses a paper game card in the games to play. Several large, sand
racer games from "The Phantom Menace" movie.
The
second floor boasts of a variety of games, including several versions of DDR,
several versions of fighting games, a few classic games like PacMan and
Galagala, and some new-fangled games involving actual ducking and twisting in
order to avoid being shot. Intersparsed between the videogames are prize games,
where one can try to fish out a stuffed animal or a CD, and a few instant photo
booths for making those strips of three pictures in a matter of minutes.
Obvious
exits:
Exit
Sayuri
Darkness
shadows Sayuri, from the inky blackness of her hair that cascades down to her
shoulders to the dusky porcelain tips of her toes. Warm mahogany peers out at the world from beneath a soft fringe
of dark lashes, the delicate almond shape of each eye tipping upwards at their
far corners. Taller than most Asians,
she stands at an average 5'5 in her bare feet, although her leather boots add
an extra two inches to her height.
There's nothing about her features that makes her stand out from other
Asian girls, but there's a danger that dances in the depths of her irises, a
challenge in her defiant stance or devil-may-care swagger.
Soft
cotton in pastel pink skims over her soft curves, a small smiling Hello Kitty
centered right below the collar adding to the girlishness of the tee. Casual white shorts skim to mid-thigh, their
elegant line adding to the femininity of the whole ensemble. White ankle socks are folded down while
stylish wingtip shoes complete the look.
All in all, a carefree Japanese girl dressed in one of her favorite
summer outfits.
Sayuri
appears to be 16 years, 8 months, and 19 days old.
She is
sleeping.
"First,
let me lay out some ground rules," Sayuri flashes a grin. "We're going to get each other
something from the dollar store down the street, Tomi-chan. Something of a momento for each of us. It has to be something that we think the
other person would like. Demo, here's
the kicker, you can't pay for it."
Yes, she's suggesting what he thinks she's suggesting. "You pay for it, you lose. You get caught, you're on your
own." And now her eyes will flash
with challenge. "You in, little
boy, or are you too scared?"
There
are so many grins flying around here, half of which look rather feral -and on
both of their parts. And so Chase is grinning at her explanation, head tilting
a little to the side with curiosity. His gaze shifts away for a moment as if he
is going to study the pictures on the screen of a game near them, and then he
finally nods his head. "Sure. And no, I'm not, little girl."
"Good!" And then Sayuri's grabbing at Chase's hand
to tug him out of the arcade and down to the gaudy dollar store, it's neon sign
flashing tiredly, trying to lure customers and tourists into its crammed
depths. "Right, I'll let you go
first, Tomi-chan. Just to make sure
you've got the general idea."
Okay, she really just wants to see what he'd pick out for her, or
perhaps look at his reaction as he passes the eclectic junk that litters the
shelves and crams the aisles.
Chase
is suddenly having to catch up as he is pulled, scampering initially to keep
pace with her. A hasty grab nets him his half-full cup of pop though, because
it'd be a shame if he left that behind. As they arrive at the store though, he
squints through the window and then peers back at her. Yeah, junk. But junk
well used by a college student. "Yeah... I've got an eye on some
clothespins for you. They've got to have a pack." He shoots her a broad
grin and then moves to slip through the door, holding it open for her as well.
"Clothespins?" Sayuri arches an eyebrow, perhaps a warning
that if that's what he's getting her, he's going to regret it later. And then she's walking breezily through the
door, heading down the first aisle after shooting a smile to the
cashier/owner. "Surely you can do
better than clothespins, Tomi-chan. I
might think you're unimaginative if that's what you end up getting me. And I would hate to have an unimaginative
lover. Doesn't bode well for the
future, ne?" While she talks, she
strolls done the aisle, picking up various knick-knacks. She comes across a turtle-shaped soap dish,
holding it up to show the Genbu seishi.
And look, it's even got a pink bow on the left side of its head.
Chase
rolls his eyes after her, ignoring the cashier instead. "No? Salt and
pepper shakers?" And before he can say anything further that cashier is
piping up 'Aisle Three.' The guy blinks, shoots a glance back to the person
behind the counter and then nods his head as if that was exactly what he was
after. "Originality... she wants originality," he mutters under his
breath, making his way down the aisle only to peer at the turtle. "Hey,
Ash might like that. Lemme see." And he'll reach for the soapdish,
smiling.
Lucius
comes into the area from elsewhere.
Sayuri
giggles at the cashier's helpful piping as she elbows Chase in the side. "She likes you. You should ask her out." Forget that she's fortyish and smokes like a
chimney. The girl and the seishi are
making their way up and down the cramped aisles of a dollar store just down the
street from the Broadway Arcade.
"If you want, I can give her your number before we leave." And then she's winking, dancing to the left
to avoid any pokes or tickles. Handing
over the greenish soapdish to the Genbu, she continues down the aisle, smirking
as she's come across the perfect thing.
A small, innocuous white button that claims: Bare Naked Archery - We
know how to use our shafts. She flashes
it towards him with a satisfied smirk, and then she's stepping around the
Genbu, slipping it into her short's pocket.
"Your turn, little boy."
Chase
looks a the turtle soapdish a little longer, grin rather apparent. Wouldn't
that look quaint sitting on Ash and Brice's bathroom sink? This is definitely a
must have. Got to love the pink bow. "Thank you, but I'd like to think
that I could get a date all on my own merits, Say. But I appreciate the
sentiment." Instead of the tickle or poke, he is going to pick up a set of
four foam coasters, each with a suit of cards on them and toss them at her.
"Nice," he drawls at the sight of the button, smirking. He'll turn
away though, heading towards the kiddie-toys section.
"Iie,
you're too shy to get your own dates," Sayuri counters with a laugh,
dodging the foam coasters and tsking.
"Look at the mess that you made, Tomi-chan. You should clean up, after all, she may like
you, but I doubt she wants to pick up after you all the time." Now that she has her button, she saunters
towards the entrance, smiling again at the cashier and winking in Chase's
direction, mouthing 'He's free' before she heads out the door. Propping herself against the window, she
sticks her hands in her pockets, and just loiters, waiting for the other
teenager.
Chase
chuckles, glancing after Say as she starts to leave. He shakes his head from
side to side, not calling after her, but instead turning his attention back to
the shelves and all of the cheap kid's toys upon it. Crouching down, he seems
to sift through a basket of one specific toy, eventually picking something out
and as he is rising to his feet his hand is slipping into a pocket. The boy
makes his way back to the counter, setting down the turtle soapdish, plunking
down his money, and commenting to the woman at the counter. "She's got
this thing for turtles." Of course, the woman responds with a 'You are old
enough to be my son.' A few startled blinks later, the soapdish in a plastic
bag, and he is following after Say.
A
well-dressed businessman is strolling down the sidewalk, heading towards the
store entrance. Passing less than half
a foot from where the young woman is lounging against the doorframe, he pauses
long enough to assess the woman with his startling green gaze. A slight shake of his head and a faint frown
express disappointment over something before he continues his progress,
entering the dollar store and almost colliding with the young man making his
exit. "Pardon," the
middle-aged gentleman says with a strange not-quite-British accent as he steps
backwards onto the sidewalk again to let Chase pass.
Rocking
on her heels, Sayuri awaits impatiently for the Genbu inside. She only vaguely notes the businessman's
presence, that is until he pauses to assess her. And find her lacking.
"Hrmph," she turns up her nose, rolling her eyes and turning
her face away. As Chase makes his way
out of the store, she arches an eyebrow at the bag. "Anou... you weren't supposed to buy it, remember,
Tomi-chan?" Hands still in her pockets,
she pushes up off the window and starts back towards the arcade, pulling out
the button and flicking it over her shoulder towards the seishi. "Here, this is yours. Wear it with pride."
Chase
scampers out the door, eyes and senses already searching for where Say has
gotten off too only to suddenly find himself facing another person. The
teenager deftly slips around the other man, delving a hand into one pocket at
his pats. "Excuse me... I didn't, doubter." His hand comes back up,
tossing something through the air once more at her. Flashy, red, chrome, with
wheels, and only about an inch long. "Don't say I never took you out to
steal a car again." Wonder if she'll have the same response.
One
eyebrow arches sharply as the older man's eyes follow the trajectory of the
tiny car. His lips quirk in what might
be a hint of a smile, quickly erased, as he continues standing just outside the
store, ostensibly to smooth out his suitcoat after the near run-in with the
teenagers, but truly to give him a moment longer to examine both of the youths
quite carefully.
Sayuri
reaches up to deftly catch the small sports car, her eyes widening slightly and
then she's laughing. Sauntering over
towards the Genbu, she wraps her arms around his neck, standing on tiptoe to
reward him with a light kiss. "All
right, you win. Hrm... what do you
win?" And she'll tilt her head to
the side, as if to consider, but she stares over at the business man with a
rather curious look. "Don't look
now, lover, but we may have company."
She doesn't have the Genbu's chi sense, but she has enough
self-preservation for the small hairs at the nape of her neck to rise and have
her skin tingle when she's being watched.
And she's been in enough rough situations to listen to her body's natural
instincts.
Chase's
face lights up at her laughing, grin widening in response. He really doesn't
hear her laugh all that much, so this has got to be a rare treat. Button in his
palm is given a rueful look, especially as he tries to remember if he ever did
tell her about the archery stuff. But that is washed completely from his mind
as he is being kissed. One arm slinks around her waist, a suggestion as to what
would be a good prize forming on his lips, only to fall into silence.
"Dammit," he mutters, sighing heavily. "Looking at us... you
know... I /was/ trying to ignore him." Or the buzz. Definitely the buzz.
Nodding
towards the couple in acknowledgement of their notice, the man turns back
towards the entrance of the shop and begins to step through the doorway
again. This time he doesn't almost
collide with anyone, but he does pause again to kneel down in the doorway
itself, leaning over to pick something up from the floor just inside the
entryway. Quickly he stands and steps
out onto the sidewalk yet again, casting his gaze back towards the couple. "Pardon again, but did one of you drop
this?" He's holding a coin towards
the pair, roughly the size of a quarter, but it gleams golden rather than
silver.
Chase
got all snippy at her in Penguin Village about archery versus melee fighting,
so of course Sayuri remembers his little predilection towards the bow and
arrow. "Know him,
Tomi-chan," she asks, voice
lowered for the seishi's ears only.
Removing her arms from about the Genbu's neck, she turns a curious
glance towards the business man, one eyebrow arching at the golden coin. "Iie, I didn't, but perhaps Chase-kun
here did." She studies him
thoughtfully, her thoughts hidden between the genki Japanese girl appearance
that she maintains on the surface.
Nope, no hard-hearted prowler here.
She's all soft and mushy, see?
About
as soft and mushy as a preying mantis. Chase doesn't even flicker a glance at
Say as she starts shifting personality once again. Instead, he'll finally turn
about and look at the other man with the faintest of hints of annoyance.
"These people just pop up like weeds," he mutters. Not that he
considers Say a weed or anything. Maybe wild rhubarb. The coin is eyed
curiously though before his gaze slips back over to the unfamiliar man, "I
don't think so... but you never know."
"You'd
remember if you did lose it," the man comments in a cultured voice. "It looks like..." He holds it up higher to get a closer look
at it. "...a kruggerand. Odd coin to find just laying around. If it belongs to neither of you, then it
seems today is my lucky day." He
flicks the coin into the air and catches it.
Or tries to, but it slips from his grasp and falls to the sidewalk with
a clink, rolling on its edge towards the two teens.
You
know what female preying mantis do to their mates, ne, Chase-kun? "Kruggerand?" Sayuri eyes the man curiously as she bends
down to pick up the rolling coin, lifting it up to the sunlight to study it
curiously. Palming it again, she smiles
over at the older gentleman, but doesn't offer to return the coin, asking
instead, "Tell me more about these kruggerands." And then she's leaning back against the
seishi, eyes narrowing slightly.
"And why finding one makes you a lucky man." Well, okay, a rather rude genki Japanese
girl. Today must be an off day.
Exactly,
Sayuri. And he would not be at all surprised if such was his fate as well.
Chase actually looks rather clueless at the name of the coin, shrugging his
shoulders. "Sorry. Dunno, guy. Why don't you..." But then the coin is
dropped and Sayuri is picking it up, immediately provoking a scowl from him. An
arm draws around Sayuri as if reaching for the hand that holds the coin,
"Why don't you just give it back to the man and we can be on our
way." And the evening was going so well too -'til they were interrupted.
"You
don't know what a kruggerand is? I
forget how sheltered you young Americans are." The man takes a couple of strides towards the two, but stops
while still out of arm's reach.
"It's a South African coin.
Gold. Unless my memory is
faulty, that is a half-ounce coin."
He extends one hand towards Sayuri.
"I don't keep track of the current value of gold, but it is likely
worth nearly $200 in U.S. currency. So
if you'd please..."
Sayuri
was going to give the coin back, indeed she was. But then Chase starts prompting her as if she was an unruly
child, which provokes an opposite response from the girl than the one desired. She fists her hand, twisting it away from
the seishi's grasp. "I'm not an
American," she informs the man with a rather haughty look. "Demo, I won't hold the comment against
you. I'll just keep the coin
instead. Two hundred dollars? Paltry sum, demo I suppose I need new
shoes." Some day Chase may learn
how to control her, but right now he just aggravated her contrariness.
Chase
would sigh and look all aggrieved right about now and leave her to fight with
this guy over some coin, but, dammit, things were going just fine 'til now, so
now he'll simply look really annoyed. "That's it... tell her it is worth a
little more than a peso. That won't get it back now." He draws a step back
though, shrugging his shoulders, "You two figure this out now. I'll go sit
over there. Oh, Say... he is a chi user." And that is exactly what he is
going to do, move over to sit on the curb, rest forearms upon his knees and
fiddle with the button.
Lucius's
brow furrows in mild frustration.
"Acquiring paltry items from a store without paying is one thing,
young lady, but absconding with a coin of such value is quite another. Both you and the young man have already
disavowed ownership, so please return it." The hand is still extended.
At the man's comment about chi use, however, he hand is curled into a
fist and slowly withdrawn, frustration fading away, to be replaced by
curiosity. "I do not believe I am
familiar with that term, young man. Is
it a title? Or an insult?"
Shooting
Chase a betrayed look, she resists the urge to try to kosh him on the head
again. That is until he mentions that
the man's a chi user. She will deal
with the seishi later, oh yeah, she's not a happy girl. Flicking the coin back towards the
businessman, she smiles sweetly.
"Seems like you may need it more than me, ne?" And then she'll stand back, watching for the
Genbu's response to the man's question, her eyes curious. "Anou Chase-kun, I wasn't going to keep
it for the money. It was the principle
of the matter, ne?" And now she'll
cross her arms over her chest and frown.
"Demo, I learned a lot about how things stand."
Chase
could do without further head injuries, thank you. His brains are addled enough
as it is. Isn't the fact that he'll steal cars for Say enough proof of that? He
looks back over to Lucius, quirking the man a glance. Either that guy is
playing dumb or seriously clueless. "Depends on what you term as an
insult." Because some of those chi users out there really are insulting.
"Just pointing out something, power-user." But he is pretty much well
keeping to sitting on the curb though, squinting over to Say with a sigh and an
arched eyebrow. Yep, a skeptic.
Lucius
catches the coin, stares at it for a moment, then tosses it back. With a shrug, he comments, "Maybe you
really should keep it after all. Take
your friend here out for dinner on me.
I prefer money that does not attract much attention, but that coin is
likely to raise a few eyebrows at the corner grocery store." He then inclines his head respectifully
towards both of them. "And now I
had better be going if I do not wish to be late for my next meeting. Perhaps I shall run into the both of you
again, to find out exactly what you mean by those comments, young
man." He then pivots and strolls
away, back in the direction he had originally come from.
Sayuri
sidles over to Chase and pokes at his back with her foot. Poke.
Pokepoke. "I saw that
skeptical look, little boy. It's never
about the money with me." But then
the business man is tossing the coin back at her and she catches it
deftly. "Arigato gozaimas,"
she bows towards the other man before holding it playfully in front of the
seishi's face. "I just made $200,
Chase-kun. While you just sat there on
your rump. Don't you feel idle and
useless now?" Gentle, caring
thing, isn't she?
Chase
smirks after Lucius for a moment, his dark brows coming down momentarily. Head
swings to the side, looking at the coin in Say's hand with an even darker frown
before he finally lifts his head to look up at her, "No, just the
principle then. But yeah.. I suppose I miss out a lot when I'm just sitting on
my ass. Thanks."
As
Lucius moves out of view, Sayuri's mien turns serious. "And if this said chi user started
kicking my ass in the middle of the street, would you have just as casually sat
on the curb, Tomi-chan?" She stuffs
the coin in her pocket as well, and there's a soft *clank* as it taps gently
against the plastic side of the toy car.
"A girl's got to stick up for her principles," she adds on a
sigh, moving to sit down on the curb next to the seishi. "Life's not always all about fun and
games, ne?" There's a wealth of
hidden meaning in those words.
"You
honestly think I would have just sat there and let him try that? First off, I
know for a fact that you can hold your own and then you would have chewed my
ass for even thinking differently. Secondly, you should know damn well that I
wouldn't just sit here. I'd like to think that you would think a little bit
more of me then that, Say, but you seemed so intent on ignoring me before
that..." Chase shakes his head from side to side, holding a hand out.
"Going to let me check out that coin or not?"
"I
didn't..." Sayuri turns her head
away and sighs. "All right,
perhaps I did, Tomi-chan. Demo, I'm not
used to this whole relationship thing.
I don't want to seem soft because of my feelings for you," she
admits ruefully. "You're becoming
my weak spot, and although I know this, I don't want anyone else to." She's got an image to maintain. "Especially anyone that I could be
fighting." She pulls out the coin
again and studies it thoughtfully.
"I don't like that man, he gives me the peeps." All these weird idioms. She hands over it over easily, adding with a
shrug, "Keep the kruggerand, consider it your prize for winning our little
game."
"Creeps,"
Chase corrects without a second thought. He will glance askance to her, frown
deepening until is slowly begins to ease away with apparently some conclusion
or another. He'll sigh though, leaning to the side to give her a nudge of
consolation. "Trust me, you aren't soft. I figured that one out long ago,
but... it doesn't hurt though if you do... soften up a little now and again.
But, that's you." And he'll shrug his shoulders, hand taking the coin and
it is then when that frown comes back with a vengeance. "That's what I
thought..."
Now
Sayuri'll lean against the seishi, returning his nudge with a bump of her
own. "You know just the things to
say to me, Tomi-chan." Only this
girl would be happy about not being called soft. "And I soften up around you, ne?" Which freaks her out, sometimes. Blinking as Chase takes the coin, she leans
over to look at it again. "What
did you think? What's wrong with the
coin? It's not real, is it?" Ah well, you get what you pay for. "Gomen, Tomi-chan, perhaps I'll have to
think of another prize for the winner."
Chase
continues to scowl at the coin for a moment, feeling the faint hint of chi
about it still. He shakes his head from side to side though, glancing back over
to her, "I really don't know. But do be a favor though? I don't know if
that guy was talking through his ass and trying to pull something over on us or
not, but if you see him again, be a little bit more careful? Never know with
chi users." And following that, he'll give her quite the challenging grin.
In the next breath though, it softens and he attempts to draw an arm over her
shoulders, "I like your soft spots."
"Hai,
I'll be more careful," Sayuri agrees, trying not to let the weirdness of
having Chase caution her show. She's
not used to anyone caring enough to warn her about things, people just assume
that she can take care of herself.
"That's another chi user in the city though, ne? There are so many of it, it almost seems
like a gathering of energy."
She'll soften against him as his arm drapes over her shoulder, snuggling
closer to the seishi. "I'm sure
you do, you wicked boy. You're terribly
lucky that I like all your spots."
And then she'll turn her head to smile up at the seishi, eyes reflecting
her content mood. "What's say we
go to your place and work on that prize of yours?"
Chase
smirks faintly at her mention of chi users, "Yeah, you could say something
like that." He exhales slowly, drawing his hand lightly back and forth
over her shoulder. "I've got a lot of great spots, don't I?" he
murmurs, meeting her smile and eyes with his own that nearly mirror her's.
He'll lean into her though, tilting her chin to give her a not-so-shy kiss upon
the lips. "Now, I like the sound of that." He slips up off the curb
to offer her his hand to lead them both off.