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Player: kuja_rang
Subject: Ban Midou
Table: B
Prompt: 14: Awkward
This was not a big deal. Really. It was just like any other store. Hell, they’d been in a clothing store that had costumes; how else did she manage to get that ridiculous maid outfit for him?
This was completely different though - this was a store devoted just TO…well…shaking his head, Ban walked into the shop, looking around while making sure that no one else he knew was anywhere inside. Looked pretty anonymous so far, so it would be all right if he happened to take his time.
Hands slung in his pockets, he strolled through, pausing at times to look through racks of costumes and clothes, peer into glass showcases with a raised eyebrow, or flip through the books. Interesting stuff. No way in hell someone like Ginji would survive a second in here; he’d have a nosebleed so bad, he’d be laid up in the hospital for another month. Heh, maybe even Monkey Boy would turn flamingo pink if he picked up a book and imagined him and Madoka in anything like that.
It was in another rack of clothes, further to the back of the store. Blinking, he pushed a couple other pieces away, plucking the one he had his eyes on, and held it up before himself, looking it over with a faint smile. Perfect, and the right shade of violet. It’d complement her hair and eyes; a free hand fingered the fabric of the nightie, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. Satin. Hell, it even came with a robe. Perfect.
“…Ban?”
Cringing, Ban gritted his teeth. Don’t turn around. Don’t make any sort of eye contact. Don’t…
Arms slung over his shoulders, the all-too-familiar voice cooing in his ear. “Ban Midou, just what are you doing in a store like this?” Hevn teased, raising a blonde eyebrow at the violet satin nightgown and robe in his hand. “Oh? New habit of yours?”
“Shut up, Hevn.” Rolling his eyes, Ban laid the garments over his forearm. “I’m just looking for something…”
“For that girlfriend of yours?” Hevn finished, grinning. “Shopping for lingerie for Christmas, are you?” Her response was a narrowed glare, and she laughed, clapping her hands. “I’m right, aren’t I? I never pegged you for the romantic type, Ban. Always thought that was more Gin’s thing.”
“I’m not listening to this. I made up my mind, I’m done here.” Turning on his heel, Ban started to walk past Hevn, ignoring the tension in his clenched jaw.
“If you’re going to buy lingerie Ban, you might as well make it worth it,” she suggested, a coy undertone in her voice. Ban froze in mid-stride, peering at her out of the corner of his eye; Hevn shrugged, picking up a sheer lavender teddy. “Something like this maybe. Leaves a little less to the imagination. Or, or, or, something like this.” Now she held up a black lace camisole with a tiny matching skirt. Her grin spread when she noticed Ban turning away. “Oh come on, Ban! I’ll help you shop for her. Besides, you probably don’t even know her size, do you?”
Uh. A quick peek at the dress and robe he already had, and he sighed. “Yes. I know.”
“Aren’t you going to share with the class?” Hevn teased. “If I’m going to help, I need to know, too.”
“What you need to do Hevn, is go get Ginji and I a decent retrieval job,” Ban grumbled, fixing his violet glasses; he cringed when his fingers brushed across his face. He was blushing. Great. “Besides, I don’t kiss and tell.” Ignoring her flustered attempt at a response, Ban headed for the register, paying for the gown and robe.
It wasn’t until he was driving back to the Honky Tonk after running the second, most important errand, that Ban realized he’d been blushing the entire time in the jewelry store.
Subject: Ban Midou
Table: B
Prompt: 14: Awkward
This was not a big deal. Really. It was just like any other store. Hell, they’d been in a clothing store that had costumes; how else did she manage to get that ridiculous maid outfit for him?
This was completely different though - this was a store devoted just TO…well…shaking his head, Ban walked into the shop, looking around while making sure that no one else he knew was anywhere inside. Looked pretty anonymous so far, so it would be all right if he happened to take his time.
Hands slung in his pockets, he strolled through, pausing at times to look through racks of costumes and clothes, peer into glass showcases with a raised eyebrow, or flip through the books. Interesting stuff. No way in hell someone like Ginji would survive a second in here; he’d have a nosebleed so bad, he’d be laid up in the hospital for another month. Heh, maybe even Monkey Boy would turn flamingo pink if he picked up a book and imagined him and Madoka in anything like that.
It was in another rack of clothes, further to the back of the store. Blinking, he pushed a couple other pieces away, plucking the one he had his eyes on, and held it up before himself, looking it over with a faint smile. Perfect, and the right shade of violet. It’d complement her hair and eyes; a free hand fingered the fabric of the nightie, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. Satin. Hell, it even came with a robe. Perfect.
“…Ban?”
Cringing, Ban gritted his teeth. Don’t turn around. Don’t make any sort of eye contact. Don’t…
Arms slung over his shoulders, the all-too-familiar voice cooing in his ear. “Ban Midou, just what are you doing in a store like this?” Hevn teased, raising a blonde eyebrow at the violet satin nightgown and robe in his hand. “Oh? New habit of yours?”
“Shut up, Hevn.” Rolling his eyes, Ban laid the garments over his forearm. “I’m just looking for something…”
“For that girlfriend of yours?” Hevn finished, grinning. “Shopping for lingerie for Christmas, are you?” Her response was a narrowed glare, and she laughed, clapping her hands. “I’m right, aren’t I? I never pegged you for the romantic type, Ban. Always thought that was more Gin’s thing.”
“I’m not listening to this. I made up my mind, I’m done here.” Turning on his heel, Ban started to walk past Hevn, ignoring the tension in his clenched jaw.
“If you’re going to buy lingerie Ban, you might as well make it worth it,” she suggested, a coy undertone in her voice. Ban froze in mid-stride, peering at her out of the corner of his eye; Hevn shrugged, picking up a sheer lavender teddy. “Something like this maybe. Leaves a little less to the imagination. Or, or, or, something like this.” Now she held up a black lace camisole with a tiny matching skirt. Her grin spread when she noticed Ban turning away. “Oh come on, Ban! I’ll help you shop for her. Besides, you probably don’t even know her size, do you?”
Uh. A quick peek at the dress and robe he already had, and he sighed. “Yes. I know.”
“Aren’t you going to share with the class?” Hevn teased. “If I’m going to help, I need to know, too.”
“What you need to do Hevn, is go get Ginji and I a decent retrieval job,” Ban grumbled, fixing his violet glasses; he cringed when his fingers brushed across his face. He was blushing. Great. “Besides, I don’t kiss and tell.” Ignoring her flustered attempt at a response, Ban headed for the register, paying for the gown and robe.
It wasn’t until he was driving back to the Honky Tonk after running the second, most important errand, that Ban realized he’d been blushing the entire time in the jewelry store.