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Post by faceofbear on Sept 22, 2011 2:05:53 GMT -5
Hiro scooted over toward her, slowly under the water he touched her hand and began to smile for the first time in years. For the first time since his mother left. He didn't know how long she would let him hold her hand but it was a nice feeling while it lasted, her skin was soft and it wasn't just because they were in the water. He liked the contact. "How is your shoulder from yesterday? I hope I didn't tear your cartridge on accident... it's a very delicate thing... if you're worried I could take a look at it... I know you think I am an idiot and useless but... I do know some things..." His hand began to stroke hers.
Hiro wasn't too worried about the current state of things, he knew she felts awkward. Especially since he had gotten closer. It didn't matter, however, he simply liked being around her. Even if she felt weird around him. He slowly wrapped his fingers around her own and kept them there until she attempted to pull them away. Hiro still cautious about her motives, he would play the fool. He would play the part of the pathetic love bird for now. It was all he could do to bring out her true motives. Hiro's smile slowly dissipated.
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Post by kazai on Sept 22, 2011 2:13:44 GMT -5
Awkward indeed. Kazai had been expecting that he would get closer to her now that they were dating, but still, when he touched her hand, she couldn't help other than to feel just a bit nervous. Her cheeks turned a bit red in embarrassment, but she didn't break her hand away. No. She had made an agreement and she would stick to her end of the bargain, and he would hopefully stick to his. And together, they could make Misaka as jealous as hell.
"Oh. I had almost forgotten. My shoulder's fine," Kazai attested. She wouldn't try to pretend that it was still hurting. It was quite sore when she woke up, but that had already gone away. She was fine. She had been hurt worse during sparring matches at martial arts class than what he had done to her.
"I hope this isn't going to be an abusive relationship," Kazai chuckled nervously. It was intended to be somewhat of a joke, though she meant it all the same. The way she knew her brother was taught, and the way that it was in her household was that a guy should never lay his hand on a girl, but she knew that not everyone felt the same way, and to a certain extent, she had provoked the altercation.
She looked down at her hand, which was in his hand for the moment and then looked up at him, her cheeks still providing evidence to her minor discomfort. It didn't feel bad. In fact, it felt good, at least on a physical level. However, when it was taken to the emotional level, it was simply different.
"I don't think the teacher would like it if he saw us this close in here."
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Post by faceofbear on Sept 22, 2011 2:19:36 GMT -5
"Oh... right... sorry." Hiro scooted away some, breaking his hand away in the process. Putting his hands behind his head, looking toward the middle of the hot tub. "Abusive? I don't think so. Unless you start hitting me or something. It's possible..." A bit of a joke on his part as well, though he didn't laugh or lead on as such. Letting the water sink into his skin, the warm nature of it seeping into his muscles and relaxing it. "What are you doing after... class? I mean, I am not saying I want to see you or anything... but... isn't that what we do?" Turning his head toward Kazai.
She still perplexed him a little though he had her mostly figured out. Her blushing at his touch, something was there. She felt it too. If it was sexual or emotional was obviously out of touch as he could not directly access her brain but what was true is that if she had no feeling at all she wouldn't flush when he touched her. He considered the possibilities, though came to the conclusion that he would need to get to know more about her in order to make a true assumption and direction of her motives in order to squash her plan.
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Post by kazai on Sept 22, 2011 2:31:58 GMT -5
She wasn't sure what he meant exactly. Her plan after class was simply to go to her next class. he probably could have figured that out on his own. She wouldn't need to explain something like that to him, and if she did answer the question, she was certain that she would sound like an ass. She didn't want to start off like this with her new boyfriend. She was going to do what was in her power to keep him on her side. After all, the more that he liked her the more that she would be able to get from him. Relationships, after all, were quid-pro-quo.
"After this class, I have chemistry, and then lunch," she said to answer his question as plainly and simply as she could. She did her best not to say this with an undertone of sarcasm and she attempted to be as polite as possible, but in all honesty, it wasn't the easiest thing for her. She wasn't used to being nice to other kids. Really, no one aside from people who commanded her respect, such as adults and her older siblings.
"But if you mean what am I doing after school..." Kazai began now looking up at him again, "Then you're taking me out on a date... Mmmm... a French restaurant I guess?"
Kazai simply figured she would get things set up the way that she wanted to for now. They could have their first date then. It was much like a business arrangement perhaps, but that was how Kazai worked, especially considering that she wasn't the most social of people. Perhaps later she could learn to be, but she was nothing like her sister. The complete opposite perhaps.
"And I'll kiss you after the date."
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Post by faceofbear on Sept 22, 2011 2:44:13 GMT -5
"French...?" Hiro had never had French cuisine before, he didn't even know what to expect at a French restaurant. This was all sounding very formal and Hiro was debating on if he should wear his suit, a debate that continued to go un-won at the very moment. His mind was a bit blank and dumbfounded to say the least. Slowly he nodded his head in affirmation. "Right... French it is." French food? What a cultured woman, he himself was used to eating simple Yakisoba or something basic. She had to have such an extravagant meal.
He was sure there was something to it, he had to play the fool a bit longer. He stood up from the hot tub and picked up his towel, throwing it over his shoulders and rubbing it against his hair somewhat, drying his face off in the process. His muscles felt a bit like jello but that was not a real problem, they would tighten up again momentarily and his physique would return to it's natural state. Standing above Kazai, still not wearing much, Hiro debated on offering his hand to her in order to assist her from the hot tub. Deciding against it as knowing her, she would take offense to it. Waiting for her to reply while slowly drying his body off.
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Post by kazai on Sept 22, 2011 2:58:46 GMT -5
"Maybe. Or we could work up to the French kisses," Kazai said, completely misunderstanding that his question was about the restaurant and not the kiss. She did like the idea of a French kiss though. Those were always fun to watch, she wouldn't mind trying one with someone who actually wanted to do it. It could be really fun, it always looked like it would be when she saw it on tv. A smile graced her lips as she took his hand and pulled to get herself out of the hot tub.
Something about a gentlemen helping her up as such was quite attractive to her. She liked that. It did make her feel special, and considering how many people didn't like her, she wasn't exactly used to being treated like a lady. Though, perhaps that was because she didn't act like one. Once she had stood up, she took a few steps out of the spa. Now that she thought about it, class wasn't nearly over yet. There was still a bit longer, but she wouldn't ruin the mood by saying that, plus, she had heard it wasn't healthy to be in the hot tub for more than fifteen minutes at a time.
"My locker number... is 132," Kazai informed him. "You can meet me there at 3:35," she said. Her smile was now fading to become something much more serious.
"Oh, and bring Koromon," Kazai added. And with that, she gave him a hug. Following this, she scurried to the girl's locker room.
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