7/24/2003
12:34
AM
Logfile
from Chase.
Grand
Street
With
double side parking snarling up both sides of the road, traffic in this area is
sluggish at best, both street and sidewalk choked with people during the day.
Evening is quieter, with most of the businesses closing by eight in the
evening, the local restaurants open much later into the night. Here, the most
prominent stores are the fresh food markets with vegetables, fruits, and
seafood out on the wooden trestles out in front. Though tourists come through
here as well, it is quite noticable that most of the people here are chinese,
with residences and more specialized tastes to the stores.
Meiyou
is here.
Obvious
exits:
Bowery
St. (SE) Mulberry St. (SW) Jasmine Tea Shop Vietnamese Noodles Tzai
Market
A space
has opened up in what was once an empty lot, new building being announced by
the signs in Chinese and English -- this is nothing new. What might be new is
the figure standing in the middle of the lot, occasionally visible through the
boards and dressed in white, her eyes closed as she chants softly, the
syllables rising and falling until she lets it end, a splash of clear water
from a wooden dipper sent over the sketched symbols on the earth around her.
Work accomplished, it seems, and with no hitches -- only the hiss of the
symbols disintegrating on the ground, and water rising about her. Now to find a
way to get changed and out of too-traditional clothing. "Mou! I'd
forgotten how much this can /itch/."
Head
bowed, consulting a list in his hand, Chase isn't paying all that close of
attention of the sidewalk before him, eyes most intent on the words and numbers
upon the list. "Where....?" His head lifts, eyes scanning the various
facades of the store fronts in consultation, continuing on past the vacant lot
with an idle rub to the back of his neck, looking further. Wait. He blinks and
squints at the figure. And then squints a little harder. "Oh
yeah...." Not paying attention to traffic, the boy darts across the
street, dodging the odd car to stand just outside the empty lot, waiting and
watching patiently.
Meiyou
swipes a hand over her eyes as she steps out of the space between the boards,
nearly tripping over Chase -- she wasn't expecting to be greeted, that's for
sure. There's a moment of unusual flailing as she regains her balance,
muttering a bit more, and then she blinks at Chase. "Chase-kun..."
Piku. "You have a beautiful bruise. Who are you looking for?"
Chase
was leaned rather casually there. He has all of the patience in the world, and
then some. As she comes out, nearly on top of him, he slides smoothly to the
side to regard you. "Fancy finding you here, Meiyou." Oh so innocent
smile is unfortunately spoiled by that black eye. "Like it? I thought it
looked good with my hair. Don't you think so? Oh, nobody." He peers back
through the boards for a moment before looking back over to her. Smile.
"Why
do I sense that this is not a coincidence?" Meiyou asks, arching an
eyebrow at Chase. Dressed thusly, she's far more formal than she otherwise
might be -- it's something that comes with work, apparently -- but there're the
hints of humour there still. "Given that I am not sure that you remember
how you got that black eye... do you? But I am sure that you are accustomed to
them. It is not a fashion statement I would make, though."
Chase
is quick to point out. "Oh, it is a coincidence. You betcha. Just
wandering down the street, and there you were. I wasn't looking for you or
anything, although I did consider it." He seems to consider for a moment,
and then adds, "I think it was a bar brawl. In fact, I'm fairly sure it
was. But that's about it... oh, and you took me home. By the way, thanks for
that. You didn't need to, but it was nice of you." He flashes her a wink.
Meiyou
laughs quietly, running a hand through her hair and mussing it as she does so,
the glint of a ring upon one finger perhaps visible with the motion, then she
lets her hands fall to her sides, the long sleeves concealing them once more.
"It was a bar brawl, and I do have to wonder what you were doing on the
docks, hugging a lamp-post and-" She twitches slightly. "Eeeto, would
you mind if we ducked next door? I left my normal clothes there, and the
shikifuku never do suit me."
Chase
doesn't look all that apologetic for the state he was in or even where he was
found. She shrugs his shoulders indolent, and then bobs his head in
understanding. "Oh! Sure. Sorry. Didn't mean to make you just stand
here." He draws forward a few steps, and then waves her forth, "I
was... well... obvious drunk. It happens from time to time."
Meiyou
ducks into the shop next door, vanishing behind a curtain and speaking in
quick, quiet Chinese -- though with a Japanese accent. There's the rustle of
clothing, but she switches back to English quickly enough, talking as she
changes around the corner. "It is all right. The work was not hard, just
very long." More rustling, and then a thud and a stifled mutter.
"Then it was nothing to have brought you home, though I was not sure
whether to tuck you in with your roommate or no."
Chase,
being fluent in Chinese, isn't paying all that close of attention to what is
being said anyway between Meiyou and whoever. He simply wanders about, poking
at this and that with idle intent, "Hrm? Oh. Well, sorry anyway." He
flickers a glance towards the curtain at the noise, and then adds, "With
my roommate? Kenny?" And he actually starts laughing, "I don't think
he'd have appreciated it all that much."
"It
would have been amusing, but I did not do it because I would not have been able
to see the reaction," Meiyou calls, finally returning with a clothing bag
slung over her shoulder, and dressed in a black minidress with a longer,
sleeveless jacket overtop in a contrasting pale pink, and karate-style shoes.
"Maa, much better." Her smile is brighter now that she's out of work
clothes, and she messes up Chase's hair cheerfully. "Don't apologise to me
for that."
Chase
snerts and rolls his eyes, "Yeah, then I'll thank you for that then."
But then she is emerging and telling him not to apologize, then adding insult
to injury with the mussing of his hair. A most disgusted look comes over his
features as the boy reaches up to not only bat her hand away, but try to squash
his already unruly hair back down. That's it, he is getting another hat.
"Do you like... consult with Mina and Anana and a host of other people
about this? What is it with the hair?"
Laughing,
Meiyou shakes her head at him. "Iie, I do not know this Anana person, but
Mina-chan did not say anything about messing up your hair. It looks better like
that anyway," she teases, shifting her bag again. "You do not look
like someone who is the sort to like being neat and tidy and... straitlaced, is
that the word?" A wink, to pay him back for his earlier one, and then
she's heading out the door. "So I take it that you and Sayuri-chan are not
going to have a threesome with Kenny?" ... she did just say that.
Chase
gives his hair a few more pats anyway, just because. His scowl is half-hearted,
and then he is looking back to her, only to wince. "I don't know whether
to be offended or agree completely with you. Straight-laced, yeah that is it
and if you ever call me that I might have to prove you wrong." He is quick
to trot after her though, only to stop dead in place. Did she just say...?
"Heh. Uh. No."
Meiyou
glances over her shoulder, an impish grin upon her face. "Perhaps you are
more straight-laced than I thought you were..." she teases, then laughs.
"What would you do to prove that you are not?" It's not flirtation,
really -- it's a question that she has to ask, though the tone might come out a
bit wrong.
Okay,
the last time someone called him on a warning... lets just say that he carried
through with the 'punishment', but we really won't get into what that all
entailed. Oh no. Chase responds with a smirk of disgust, "Damn... why do
they always think I won't carry through? Or expect me to perform just like
that." He rolls his eyes, flickers a glance to the heavens, and then looks
back down at Meiyou. "So. What'll it be? Shots back at my place? Maybe
pick a fight with some drug dealers? Car stealing? Shoplifting? What'll it
be?"
Meiyou
laughs again, shaking her head. "You do not want to get me drunk, but I am
sure that I could outlast you," she says with perfect surety -- through
sheer willpower, she might be able to, but she'd fall over quickly enough after
she did so. "Hmm. Those options are not to my taste. Try again, and I may
think again of your appearance of straight-lacedness."
Chase
considers her for a long moment, considers for a little longer, and then
announces. "Tattoo. Or a piercing. You and me. Right now." Hey, and
he isn't drunk either when he suggests this. "I've been meaning to get one
or the other. You get one too, and then you reconsider that opinion."
Meiyou
shakes her head. "I can't get tattoos, as it brings a foreign substance
into my blood and might cause me to have trouble -- plus I have an aversion to
such," she says, holding up the backs of her hands almost unconsciously,
unmarked though they may be. "But another piercing, perhaps? That I could
do." She fingers her ears thoughtfully, then grins. "Or perhaps a
belly-ring... hmm. Where?"
Chase's
gaze drops over to look at the girl's hands and then her ears before really
looking back over to her. "No? Well, a piercing is just as good, if not
quite as permanent." He shrugs his shoulders though, gaze slipping down
now to the girl's stomach area. "Belly right might be nice. But there are
plenty of places to stick a piercing. Up for it?"
Meiyou
considers, then nods cheerfully. "Certainly! I think, though, that I will
have to stay with ears-" And it'll be a third hole there, really.
"-but yes! Where will you get your piercing?" She has her reasons for
reconsidering a belly piercing. "Hmm. I am reconsidering, yes."
Chase
blinks for a moment, and then smirks at Meiyou. "Okay, now who is the
straight-laced one? Going conventional and getting another one in your
ear?" He rolls his eyes, shaking his head from side to side. "I don't
know. I haven't any to speak of anywhere. Never gotten one before."
"Well,
it would be uncomfortable, because I am getting married very soon, and things
would chafe," Meiyou explains with a grin. "And that would not be
comfortable at all, would it? But my conventional-ness is not in question, it
is yours that is, may I remind you!"
"Chafe?"
And then Chase rolls his eyes in response, head shaking from side to side.
"Oooooooh-kay." He chuckles though. "Alright, how about your
eyebrow? Right here." And he taps his own to indicate where. Of course,
when he speaks, those eyebrows are going to waggle up and down with dramatic
flair. "Pah, you are a closet conventionalist then. Admit it. Weakling.
And it is no fun if I'm the only one getting a good piercing, and you are just
getting it in your ear."
We're
not going There, we're not going The- too late. Meiyou blinks at chase, then
begins to break down into laughter, almost to the point of howling.
"Hee..." Snicker. "If I were..." Giggle. "a
conventionalist..." More laughter as she shakes her head, wiping away
tears of mirth, "I would always be dressed in shikifuku and not be
here!"
Chase
is once more rolling his eyes at Meiyou and all of her laughing. He flickers a
polite smile to a passer-by that gives the girl quite the look, then the boy is
looking back at her, "Prove it then. Somewhere that isn't your ear.
Otherwise, I don't believe you. And you can always pull it out later if you
don't want it, so you've got an out."
Slowly,
Meiyou's mirth dies down and she shakes her head at Chase, levelling a finger
at him. "You are the one that needs to prove to others that you are not
conventional, not I! I know that I am not, and I am happy in that... but it
seems to matter to you what others think of you, and so I say: prove that you
are not straight-laced."
Chase
gets fingers pointed at him all the time, he merely brushes it aside.
"Only you, Meiyou. Only you." But now the boy is actually getting
into the spirit of this, tapping his eyebrow a few more times. Yeah.
"Okay. I will." And there is definitely some finality to that.
"But it would be so much more fun if you do it too, Meiyou. Come
/on/..."
"Saa,
but I have nothing to prove to you," Meiyou points out cheerfully.
"But I may get a piercing up high on my ear, because I have seen very
pretty things done that way." She's all but bouncing at this point, her
earlier dignity forgotten. "Where do we go to have this done, then?"
Chase
smirks, only to chuckle at the bouncing, and then reaches over as if to try to
link his arm with her's to lead her off. "No idea. But this is New York,
they probably have places like that on just about every street corner around
here. When I got my tattoo, I was drunk and in the Pussycat, but I think that's
quite a distance from here."
"Wai!
The Pussycat! I should pick up more presents for people..." Because she's
evil, that's why. Meiyou's the evil twin. Instead of linking arms with him, she
uses his shoulders as a point to boost herself higher in a jump, laughing while
she does so. She's just got far too much energy, and this is sans caffeine.
"We'll go to the Pink Pussycat!"
Chase
stops suddenly, peering at her. "You want to go there?" It takes a
moment, and then a slow smile begins to break out on his features. "I
suppose this means I need to spring for cab fare then." A few more
chuckles and then a thoughtful glance. Sayuri will be so jealous.
Waving
the consideration of cab fare off, Meiyou grins at him. "It will be
perfect to drive my grandmother insane -- do not worry about the cab
fare!" she exclaims, stepping off the curb and into the space between two
parked cars to hail a cab. "Of course I want to go there! It is such a
/fun/ store!" Simply for the potential for mischief.
Chase
actually hasn't been there since that tattooing incident anyway, and that was
months ago. He shrugs his shoulders and follows after her almost like some sort
of tag-along puppy. "Fun? Oh yeah..."
Meiyou
opens the door and slips into a taxi.
West
4th Street
This
narrow street in the Village is one of the central points of the district,
primarily a tourist attraction and hangout for the local college students than
anything else. Here you're likely to run into just about any sort of element in
the city, from the ritzy to the risque. There are several restaurants and shops
on both sides, seemingly always busy save in the early hours of the morning,
though the bakery on the corner seems busy enough with business people and
college students dropping by for coffee and bagels.
The
street lamps lining the sidewalk look old fashioned cast iron black, giving the
roadway a sort of old fashioned touch that harkens back to the days of jazz and
dance. Though the prevalence of novelty stores and leather accessories has
given the neightborhood a slightly seedier reputation.
You see
Taxi 1 here.
Tokaki
is here.
Obvious
exits:
Washington
Sq. (EA) Carmine St. (SO) Midnight Delirium Slaughtered Lamb Pink
Pussycat Subway Entrance Fate or Fantasy
You
open the door and step out of the taxi.
Meiyou
opens the door and steps out of the taxi.
Taxi 1
zooms away in a cloud of smoke.
Meiyou
is more than cheerful as she slips into the taxi, shifting the bag of clothing
on her lap. Through the ride, she's visibly excited about the whole thing,
though there's one brief moment of thought before she perks up once more. She's
plain strange, that's what she is, really. "This whole area is like
Shibuya at home, with the shopping and unusual places! Now, where is..."
Chase
bounces out of the taxi as well, and close upon Meiyou's heels. "I haven't
been in this area in awhile... but..." He searches the facades, and then
points out the place they are looking for. "Oh, there it is. I really
should try to get down here more often." Mischievous smile lurks about his
lips, and he moves over to open up the door to the Pussycat for Meiyou,
"After you..."
Meiyou
walks into The Pink Pussycat.
You
walk into The Pink Pussycat.
The
Pink Pussycat
The
stark white walls seem to accentuate the rather risque merchandise that fills
the store. Never mind the plastic dummy suspended from the ceiling by chains
and leather straps in a black lace teddy and gimp mask.
Only in
this section of the city are such wares on open display, just about anything
related to 'relational recreation and fantasies'. From costumes to funky
assessories, kinky candies to other sexual aides. The proprietors here however
are dressed normal enough and can even help customers find whatever it is they
are looking for with a completely straight face.
Meiyou
is here.
Obvious
exits:
Exit
What's
sanity versus fun, really? Meiyou looks up at the dummy and laughs again -- she
does do that a lot -- and then grins cheerily at the clerk behind the counter.
"Chase-kun wants to have a piercing done," she declares, then glances
about again. "Maa! I will have to pick up more of that for Sei-chan,
and..."
Chase
blinks at the person behind the counter just as the clerk blinks back at him.
"Yeah, what she said." Of course, his gaze is going to wander though,
stopping here and there though as certain things pique his interest.
"Maybe..." Although maybe he really should introduce her first into
all the joys that playing with ice can provoke. Head shakes avidly from side to
side. No, must think about proving himself first. "Piercing. Yes.
Where...?" He is directed to the room in the back, wending his way through
the aisles to there.
Meiyou
flits from display to display, considering the mischief potential inherent in
each before finally darting off to catch up with Chase. "Maybe?" she
prompts curiously, unable to let an unfinished sentence lie, especially not
when it too has the potential to embarrass. "So, where /are/ you going to
get a piercing, Chase-kun?"
Chase
is momentarily waylaid by the sighs in the edible area. On display seems to
capture his attention, looking thoughtful, but then it is back to continuing on
to the back area where they do the piercing. "Hrm? Oh nothing." He
glances over his shoulder at her, smile bright. "My eyebrow. I thought for
a moment that I might try the pirate look, the whole ring through the ear...
but I've got a suspicion that Mina will really start in with the Orlando Bloom
jokes then." He slides up onto the chair, pointing to the attendant where
he would like it, in his left eyebrow. "Right /there/."
That
display catches her attention, too, and she bounces over to pick up...
flavoured lube in cherry. Meiyou and sanity do not mix. But then she follows
along after Chase, grinning. "Ahh, do you want me to hold your hand?"
she asks in a syrupy voice, then ruins the effect by laughing.
Chase
turns his head to the side to look at Meiyou, just at the attendant is marking
the spots where she plans to pierce through his skin and thus momentarily
delaying things. He bursts into laugher though, hand flapping out as if to try
to swat at her, "Oh please, do!" Yes, that hand is still there. Okay,
now he holds his head still so that the marks can be made.
Meiyou
puts her hand out, palm-upwards so that the band of the ring she wears is the
only thing visible of it. "Hai, douzo," she says with a wink,
"and I am much tougher than I look." She's not bothering to hide her
laughter, no; that would be boring. So she's giggling away.
Chase
chuckles, flashing Meiyou a wink. "I think I figured that out in the
dojo." He gives her palm a squeeze and then steadies as the woman doing
the piercing brings the needle over, presses it against the skin just above his
eyebrow, and then plunges it in. Now, Chase has definitely gone through a lot
more painful things in life, so this should really be no big deal, but the kid
still tenses for a moment and really gives Mieyou's hand an even harder
squeeze.
Meiyou
grins. "Ah yes! True enough. Funny, most do not remember that I do such things.
It is amusing," she murmurs, then tenses a bit at the hard squeeze on her
hands, but her expression doesn't change -- she's endured worse during practice
bouts. "Only the stud to go through now... almost done!"
"I
remember fighting girls in the dojo. Pretty ones, like a mentioned before
too." He flashes her a wink (with the other eye) but still winces though
as he waits for the stud to be put in and then latched tight. "There.
Done," announces the attendant. Chase is immediately moving to scooch up
and admire the handiwork in a mirror. "Ooooooooh. Nice," he croons,
turning his head from side to side like some kind of preening peacock.
"You like?" he asks of Meiyou.
Meiyou
tilts her head. "Sayuri-chan? Or me? I /am/ gorgeous, yes, but...
taken!" Beam. Nevertheless, she admires the look and nods. "Very like
you!" she exclaims. "And you did not yelp or cry, so! You pass my
exam of 'unusual!' Congratulations!" Preening goes without comment, simply
because it's amusing, or she doesn't notice.
Chase
chuckles. "You. But Sayuri is... amazing." There is a distinctive
glimmer that comes to his eyes though, definitely along the lines of being
quite delighted. Chin lifts so that he can look at it from a couple more
angles. "I hope she likes it. Brice'll probably think I'm an idiot."
Another squint into the mirror, and then a nod to the attendant, "Perfect.
Thank you." He hops off of the chair, tentatively reaching up to touch the
ring, but he drops his hand back down, only to grin brightly at Meiyou. "Huh? Oh. So you have said before,
about being taken. So, am I still straight laced?"
Meiyou
giggles. "I can see why she would be. So strong, and... eeeto,
unpredictable," she says with a grin. "Brice? Ara, ara... him, yes,
he would. But he is nice enough, for all that." She wanders back out to
the store, paying for her purchases and then glancing over her shoulder at him.
"I did say that you passed, and so you are not so straight-laced!"
Chase
practically struts down the aisle, following after Meiyou. Well, that is until
he is distracted by something, eyes growing as large as saucers, and he starts
off. "Good. Just as long as we are clear on that." Of course, it is
with a rather distracted voice that he says that, and then murmurs, "I
can't believe people actually buy..." And off he goes to explore.
Well,
Chase is off wandering the fantasy-land in more than one way. Meiyou just grins
at his retreating back, then heads out the door. Time to head home, it would
seem. And wrap presents. Yep.
7/24/2003
04:01
PM
Logfile
from Chase.
West
4th Street
This
narrow street in the Village is one of the central points of the district,
primarily a tourist attraction and hangout for the local college students than
anything else. Here you're likely to run into just about any sort of element in
the city, from the ritzy to the risque. There are several restaurants and shops
on both sides, seemingly always busy save in the early hours of the morning,
though the bakery on the corner seems busy enough with business people and
college students dropping by for coffee and bagels.
The
street lamps lining the sidewalk look old fashioned cast iron black, giving the
roadway a sort of old fashioned touch that harkens back to the days of jazz and
dance. Though the prevalence of novelty stores and leather accessories has
given the neightborhood a slightly seedier reputation.
Sayuri
is here.
Obvious
exits:
Washington
Sq. (EA) Carmine St. (SO) Midnight Delirium Slaughtered Lamb Pink
Pussycat Subway Entrance Fate or Fantasy
Chase
emerges from the Pussycat, nearly strutting. Oh yes. The boy lets the door shut
behind him and he scans the sidewalks for Meiyou. Nope, not here. Bummer. With
a bag curled in hand, he checks his bearing real quick, and then starts off down
the sidewalk.
Sayuri
is exploring the Village, having heard that one can find almost anything
there. Thus her curiosity has drawn her
down the busy street, peering into certain shop windows with a rather bemused
expression. So that's what sort of neighborhood
this one is. The swish of a door in
front of her has her peering curiously at the exiting patron, only to
double-take. She knows that strutting
peacock. "Tomi-chan," she
saunters up to the seishi, drawling, "My my, I didn't know that you frequented
these types of establishments."
And then she's blinking.
"And what did you do to your eyebrow?"
Chase's
bag is already shifting hands, moving to the one on the opposite side of Sayuri
as she joins him. He flashes her broad grin. "I don't. Been awhile since
I've been in this area of the city, so I could ask you the very same
thing..." Yes, eyebrows lift in question. Well, one does, the other is
still a little bit sore. "Oh. You like it?" He stops abruptly,
turning to her and then angling his head to the side so she can better see that
small silver hoop in his eyebrow.
If
Sayuri notices the shifting bag, she doesn't say anything. Instead, she focuses on the small silver
hoop and then nods her head. "Hai,
it suits you Tomi-chan." She peeks
at the storefront, pondering.
"Hrm, perhaps I should get something pierced, ne? Or... hrm, perhaps a tattooed kanji to match
yours. Kiba. Fang." She casts a
sidelong glance towards the seishi before asking rather off-hand, "Going
to tell me what you bought?"
Chase
nearly beams under the praise, a huge smile lighting up his features.
"Thank you!" And he seems genuinely pleased at what she has to say.
Well, only to blink and smile, "Oh? You too? Yeah, this is where I got my
other tattoo, Brice too." And he waves a hand at the place he just left.
"They do good work." Bag is clutched a little tighter, smile going
sly, "I'll show you later."
Blinking,
Sayuri turns back towards Chase, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Demo, you don't have a tattoo,"
she returns slowly. She knows, she's
explored the seishi's body entirely and hadn't seen anything even closely
resembling a tattoo. His kanji,
perhaps, but that comes and goes, she's noticed. "Perhaps somewhere that otousan would be unlikely to
see. My lower back... or perhaps below
my belly button." At his sly
smile, her hand flashes forward, trying to grab at the handles. "Or you could show me now,
Tomi-chan."
"Uhm.
I did. I might actually have a picture of it somewhere, but it... I..."
Hrm. how best to put this? Chase fidgets for a moment and considers, "I...
it sort of disappeared when I lost the whip scars and stuff. Hard to
explain." Meddling gods. He taps the front of his left hip. "That was
where mine was before. If I get another, I'll probably put one there again. A
tattoo would look nice on you, no matter where you put it." Arm comes out
though, trying to keep it away from her, "I could, but I'm not.
/Later/."
"Whip
scars?" Now Sayuri's brows are
going to make a good attempt of disappearing into her hairline. "My Tomi-chan, you have hidden
depths. I didn't know that you liked to
play rough." She's not easily
distracted though, and while he blocks her, she decides to change tactics. Stepping into him, she glances around the
busy street before shrugging. And then
she's wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him thoroughly, and only
when she thinks that he must be as dazed and breathless that she is does one
hand release it's hold to snake down towards the bag.
Chase
smirks and mutters, "Tell that to the oni." Kissing and whips. It
would just figure from an oni. Bag moves to his back to be held by both hands,
still trying to keep himself between her and it. But that proves to be his
disadvantage as he finds himself enveloped by Sayuri. No fair at all. Defenses
are lowered as he returns her kiss, indeed becoming quite distracted and dazed
and all of that stuff. His hold on the bag slackens, but there is still an
attempt to keep it away from that hand of her's.
Sayuri
moues poutingly against Chase's lips, her teeth nipping lightly as reaches past
his hand towards the bag. "C'mon
lover," she teases softly.
"Let me see what fun toys you've bought." She's not so naive to not put one and one
together - the Genbu walking out of the Pussycat with a bag means that more
than likely he's purchased something interesting. And she wants to see what sort of something the seishi likes.
Chase
reaches one hand in between them, giving her a firm poke in the area of her
belly button. "Patience," he admonishes, getting a firmer hold of
that bag. "Maybe if you spend the night, I might just show you, but not
until then." And then the boy takes one long step back and away from her,
grin showing to go with the generous wink.
Patience
has never been one of Sayuri's strong points.
"Maybe if you keep teasing, I won't spend the night ever
again," she retorts with a mulish expression as the seishi steps back from
her. "Tease," she grumps
before a wicked smile alights on her lips.
"Demo, you're not the only one who can tease, Tomi-chan," she
purrs, stepping into him again. Tugging
on his t-shirt, she considers Chase thoughtfully, "Now... how to go about
paying you back."
Chase
is still very, very careful about keeping that bag away from her though.
"Now don't start threatening or you'll never get to see what I
bought." He taps a finger to her nose though. "I know. You are a
horrible tease." Especially when she gets that close to him. Ugh. Fortify
yourself, grasshopper. "You are the epitome of temptation, that is really
about the best way for you to pay me back."
"Iie,"
Sayuri shakes her head as one hand creeps up under his shirt. "If I was, you wouldn't be able to keep
things from me, ne?" No longer
caring that they're on a busy street, she cocks her head before leaning close
and nuzzling the delicate line of his neck, her tongue creeping out to lick a
teasing trail from the base upwards towards his jawline. "I suppose I'll just have to try
harder, ne Tomi-chan?"
Chase
is trying. He really is. He did his best to resist, to try not to fall into
those feminine wiles of hers, but dammit, when Say does things like that any
guy would be powerless to resist. He comes awfully close to slumping into a
puddle on the walk right then and there. Jaw drops and he clutches at her arm.
Pitiful. "I... uh... You flaunt my weak spot far, far too much."
"Not
enough it seems," Sayuri returns huskily, blowing softly against the
slightly dampened skin. "If I was
adept at this, you'd show me what was in the bag." One hand trails upwards under Chase's shirt
while the other reaches around for the bag again, a subtle purr starting in the
back of her throat. "Though, in
truth, I don't mind practicing on you, Tomi-chan."
Come on
now. He lasted for 200 years in some temple as a spirit, he can have enough
willpower to resist Sayuri's charms! Right? Chase follows Sayuri's progress
with his eyes, slowly melting ever more. Gods have mercy on him. He nearly
gives in then and there, but it is that purr that tips him off. Wait. The boy
quickly tries to squirm out of her grasp and take a full step back.
"Ooooooooh. Hold on there." Whew. Catch your breath. He chuckles in
amusement at nearly getting caught. "You are /more/ then enough adept. Too
much so." Thus the distance.
The
more Chase steps back, the more Sayuri follows him. In truth, it makes quite an amusing scene to anyone
watching. The difference in being a
spirit and being a real live boy is that in one form he can feel so much
more. "Awww... now Tomi-chan, I
know you're not running away from me."
She bats her lashes up at the Genbu, attempting to look naughty but nice
at the same time. And then she grabs at
his beltloops and tugs him forwards, eyes darkening with challenge. "Honto ne?"
Chase
had briefly considered turning around and running for his life. Flee, seishi.
Flee! Another long step back, and another, but then he is being captured by his
belt loops. Ack. He stumbles a step forward as he is tugged, bumping into
Sayuri. "No.. No, of course that isn't the truth. I was just..." Gah,
she has him in her clutches again. "Although I might just if you keep this
up."
Sayuri
isn't letting go of Chase's belt loops any time soon. Nope. "Good, because
I'd hate to have to knock you out just to find out what's in that bag of
yours. This is much more
fun." If in a public place, but
she's got a goal before her, and she can be, if anything, very focused on her
target. The sounds of the street fade
away as she rises on tiptoe to kiss the seishi again, pressing up against him
and rubbing slightly. Ooh, friction.
And
that is going to be his undoing. Chase mmmmms deep in his throat at her kissing
and well, that friction too. Torture. "Sayuri..." Wait, she said bag.
he is once more dragging his senses kicking and screaming away from what she is
provoking, blinking with a bit more clarity to his eyes. "Oh, you are
naughty." The boy works once more to try to get out of her clutches.
"No finding out what is in the bag until tonight," he admonishes.
Standing
alone on the street as the seishi steps back, Sayuri blinks innocently at
Chase. "Tonight? Demo that's so far away, Tomi-chan. Don't you want to go home now and show me
what you've bought?" And she'll
flutter her lashes at him again, giving him a coy look before blinking, another
devious thought traipsing across her features.
"Anou... perhaps you're right.
Fine lover, I'll see you tonight.
Perhaps." And with that,
she's pushing past him into the Pussycat herself.
Chase
fidgets, "I will show you /later/. When we are home and alone and
then..." Wait. Where is she going? He blinks as Sayuri starts towards the
Pussycat, and the boy is very, very quick to bounce after her. "What are
you /doing/?"
Sayuri
tsks, looking over her shoulder at the seishi.
"You'll see tonight, ne? If
I stop by." She motions for him to
head on his way with her hands, pausing only to consider. "Unless you want to show me what you've
bought. Then I'll let you chose my
present to you." But she doesn't
think that Chase would be that easy, so she turns him around and pushes him out
the door again. "You started this
game, Tomi-chan, no changing the rules."
Chase
trails after, only to get pushed back. Totally not fair. He frowns, smirking at
her, "It wasn't a game. I just didn't want you to see... a present for me?
What kind..." Okay, now he will simply flush with embarrassment.
"Honestly? You are? What are you going to get?"
Leaving
Chase outside, Sayuri pauses at the door and smiles wickedly over her
shoulder. "You'll see later, Tomi-chan." And with that, she heads into the shop,
letting the seishi wonder as she starts browsing the aisles, disregarding the
rather ecchi old men who are getting off on seeing a girl in a school uniform
browsing the wide variety of sex toys.
Picking something up, she considers it briefly before replacing it and
wandering on down another aisle. Nope,
not what she was looking for. She's got
something special in mind for the seishi.
Chase
remains just outside the door. He peers in through the window for some time
though, quick to duck down whenever her gaze would happen in that direction. Of
course, the kid more than likely gets quiet a few curious glances for all of
his actions. Nose nearly pressed to the glass, he watches.
Sayuri
knows that she's being watched, and thus she gives Chase a rather playful wink
before she disappears around the corner.
And doesn't reappear again. Who
knows what she's doing back there, or what she's looking at. Hrm, isn't that where the whips and chains
are located?
Chase's
eyes go awfully wide as she disappears. "Oh, Genbu, give me
strength," he murmurs. The seishi rises to his tippy-toes to try to get a
better view, but there is absolutely nothing to see. How disappointing.
Resolving himself to wait, but training himself to keep close tabs of her
sense, he turns around, slides down the side of the building and sits upon the
sidewalk to wait.
It
takes a rather long time for Sayuri to come out again, and she's clutching a
bag of her own as she reappears. Chase is
given a blink of surprise before she tsks and admonishes, "Tomi-chan, I
thought I told you to go home."
And then she's chuckling wickedly as she makes her way back to the
subway station. Her otousan's going to
be expecting her home soon, and she still needs to pick up some groceries for
dinner. She needs to be on her best
behavior if she even wants a chance of sneaking out again tonight. Perhaps she should tell her father that
Nikki invited her over again.
Chase
lifts his chin to peer up at her, "You make me sound like I'm your puppy
or something. 'Go home.'" He pushes up though from the walk, scampering
after her. He looks after the bag that she holds, trying to work out what
exactly might be in there. Following behind, he tries at least one attempt to
try to grab that bag as he leans over to whisper in her ear, "What'd you
get?"
"Iie,
not my puppy," Sayuri denies before pausing and blinking at the
seishi. "Demo, you would look cute
in a collar." She peeks back
towards the Pussycat before sighing.
Next time. As he tries to grab
at her bag, she tsks and switches it to the opposite hand, the one that's
furthest away from Chase. "Iie,
you'll see later, ne? You're the one
who started playing this game, no changing the rules half-way through."
Chase
facepalms. He lifts his eyes to the heavens as if for help. "She says I
would look good in a collar. I am /not/ wearing a collar." There are
definitely some things that he is going to draw the line at, and that is one of
them. Turn about is fair play? He moves over to her other side to try to grab
at the bag once more, "Sure did. But, you know... it is my turn."
"Not
now," Sayuri agrees wickedly, stepping further away from Chase and
switching hands with the bag again as she makes for the subway. Bad seishi, bad. "Your turn," she casts a sidelong look towards him
before asking archily, "Your turn to what? Because you do remember that I didn't get to see what you bought,
ne? Thus it's only fair that you don't
get to see what I've got here."
She pats her bag once before considering the packed street. No, she probably wouldn't be able to hail a
cab here. More's the pity.
Chase
is still scampering after her, making a few feints to either side of Sayuri
before trying to grab the bag. "My turn to try to find out what you've got
in there, that's what," he responds. One arm slips out to try to curl
around her waist from behind. "Oh, Come on... Just a peek?"
Sayuri
laughs, turning to bap the seishi on the tip on his nose. "Incorrigible." She shakes her head and starts back down the
street, only to have her waist encircled from behind. Spine stiff, she shakes her head again, Chase probably getting a
mouth full of hair from that move.
"Iie, I didn't get to peek, so neither do you."
Chase
actually sneezes because of that hair, but at least he managed to do that off
to the side and not right there? "Awwwwwwww. Just a little peek? Just
one?" He peers over her shoulder to try to look down at her own bag, chin
resting there. "You know... just for a moment. Please?"
Chase
is cute, probably too cute for his own good, but Sayuri stands firm. "Iie, no peeking." She blinks up at the seishi, and considers,
"How about we exchange bags, Tomi-chan.
That way you can look in mine and I can look in yours?" And then she's stepping forward slightly,
not breaking the circle of his arms, before turning and stepping close to him
again. "After all, that's more
than fair, ne?"
Chase's
eyes are still upon that bag, and when she turns about, he nearly pouts. "Maybe..."
His own bag lifts as if to offer it to her, only to stop suddenly and then
shake his head from side to side. "Nope. Not until tonight. Not until
then." Resolute. He leans over to give her a quick smooch to her lips, and
then he releases Sayuri and takes a long step backwards and away.
Sayuri
looks slightly disappointed but then nods her head. "Have it your way, Tomi-chan. Tonight, then." And
then she's at the subway entrance, and heading down the steps with a lighter
step. She's got something to look
forward to, it seems. Clutching her bag
close, she has a slight smirk on her lips as she uses her pass to enter into
the station and then onto the next train.
Things are going to get interesting, it seems.
Chase
is going to be a good boy this time and not try to trail after, not play
tag-along, or beg just a little more to see what is in that bag she has. Seishi
X'ray vision would be nice right about now. He waves a hand after her and then
calls out, "Don't be too late!" He waits 'til she disappears into the
subway before turning about and whistling, rather pleased with himself.