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.