*blush* Ahahaa. You have...no idea how pleased I am at that. ^///^ I hope I can oblige.justice_by_comaDecember 30 2010, 05:41:38 UTC
He recognized the voice. That girl. The one who knew the other one who thought he was a duck.
And she was pretty.
Gau looked away quickly, gritting his teeth. Of ALL the people to see him like this!
Too late now...
He glowered, and primly fastened the towel around his waist, turning, all skinny, fleshless angles, and scrawniness. (There really wasn't anything for Santana to check out. Gau was built like a pencil, and shorter than her.)
"Don't be ridiculous." He spat, trying to convey...loftiness, and largely failing, because he'd never been exactly intimidating on the best of days
( ... )
In all honesty, if he hadn't been so obvious about being awkward and weird and not wanting her to look, Santana would have gone right back to the mirror. After all, he was too skinny for her, and he looked way young.
But this--this was just funny.
"Why would I care about your lame guidelines or whatever? If I did, we'd be missing out on this heartwarming moment right now." She smirked, arms crossed under her breasts, and watched him.
The way he spoke seemed vaguely familiar. Maybe she had heard him on that network thing before... As she noted the scar he had, she tried to remember who he was. No need to mention it right away.
Gau grimaced. That sarcasm was definitely Santana-san's. She didn't look like he'd pictured Americans, that much was for sure. And they both would have been thunderstruck to realize they were roughly the same age--albeit four years apart on a standard timeline.
It didn't help that she reminded him of that woman from the Fuuma clan who'd cosied up to him so much when he'd gone to talk to Raikou's sister. Saraba. Things were nerve-wracking enough for Gau without having to think about women's breasts.
She even LOOKED like Saraba a little.
Those are just the arts of war, aren't they, boy~?
He shuddered.
"You should care." Gau snapped. "Not everyone on the caravan is honorable. A place like this is- Well it's vulnerable."
How many horror movie sequences happened in bathrooms, after all?
He tried to step back into hiding, tried not to let on as to how horrible this whole situation was. He had to hold in the urge to blurt I'm not a duck! too, which didn't help anything.
Uh. Sorry all my tags are totally long and stupid? (Jeez. Yours are perfect. Pure Santana~ <3)justice_by_comaDecember 30 2010, 07:04:32 UTC
He could feel her staring at him, and it didn't help make him any less on-edge.
Calling him names was a last straw there. He wheeled around, indignant--previous reservations about his appearence put on hold in the wake of overwhelming objections.
"What?! I am not! Who's weird?! I'm not weird!"
...Said the inexplicably curly-haired asian boy with the bulging eyes. He jerkily jabbed a finger towards her, and the scar stayed in place, entirely forgotten, warping the flesh and scrawniness around it as he gestured.
"We've already met, you know! If you thought I was weird you should have said something!"
awww, thank you! <3 yours win at entertaining XDitsahotoneDecember 30 2010, 07:16:53 UTC
Santana's gaze dropped to his chest, and one eyebrow went up. "Kinky," she said dryly, and said no more about it.
Mostly because she was trying to picture what would happen to this guy if he went to McKinley. Even though she was supposed to be past all of that crap since she was in glee, it was still kind of entertaining to think about.
"Wow, we met and I didn't say you were weird? Guess I was having an off day." She shrugged and tossed her hair over her bare shoulder. "I thought I recognized your...uh, voice."
^///^ That's really kind of you. Um. I feel kind of outclassed on skill here, generally. *blush*justice_by_comaDecember 30 2010, 07:43:45 UTC
Gau flinched hard, and drew his bundle of clothes up to hide.
"It's...not." He tried, but he'd gone pale, and he knew it. He couldn't push the conviction into his words.
What could he say about it? He'd been trying to avoid people while he was in anything less than full dress to avoid this exactly.
He couldn't say it was an accident because stepping out between two dueling samurai, intending to get yourself hit because it was the stake you'd given yourself up to wasn't an accidentThe only accident was the fact that Raikou had spared him enough to even put him in a coma for three months instead of simply killing him, and again, the accident after of Yoite using a fragment of his life to bring him back
( ... )
/hugs! stop that. :PitsahotoneDecember 30 2010, 08:47:27 UTC
Yeah, so Santana was pretty much convinced that whatever story was behind that scar was super kinky now. Why else would he be acting so twitchy and guilty?
"Oh, right, I remember that name." That weird name. She idly wondered how he was going to finish getting dressed. She also wondered why the hell people kept bringing things like guitars and notebooks into the showers, but whatever.
Er. I didn't mean it in a bad way. It's more like it's "inspiring". (I'm just a casual dork.)justice_by_comaJanuary 1 2011, 08:22:51 UTC
Little did Santana know that Gau rarely needed much excuse to act twitchy, neurotic, and borderline kinked up to his bulging eyeballs...not that it was likely to remain a particularly well-hidden fact from here on in
( ... )
oh, then don't stop it. XDitsahotoneJanuary 1 2011, 09:40:32 UTC
...What the actual hell. Robots, dragons, and now he was talking to the wall about whatever keenness was? This guy was obviously disturbed in many ways, and the look Santana was giving him probably said as much.
"Uh, it's a name. It's not like I cured cancer or something."
Normally, she would have started getting dressed, or finishing up her skin routine or whatever. But Gau was somehow both intriguing and so very much not worth her attention that she couldn't help but continue to stare.
"So like, are you allergic to girls or something?"
I don't think I can be stopped from my awe at concise IC comments EVER, so... XD It's hard for me.justice_by_comaJanuary 5 2011, 05:51:03 UTC
Gau reared at that, as predicted. "I'm not! Why would you-?! What makes you think that I don't like girls?! I like girls!"
Oh insert-G-rated-expelative-here.
He blushed. Now she probably thought he was a total freak. (It didn't occur to him for a moment that Santana probably already thought he was a total freak.) So much for playing things cool.
"It's just...I don't want to be rude." He said, still bright red.
It occured to him that he was probably keeping Santana from getting dressed, and he jumped, darting back, "I didn't mean to-! I can leave, or-!" There was a rapid scramble to hide his notebook from moisture, and shuffle around his armload of clothes.
"Know what people usually find more rude than looking at them when you talk to them? Yelling out of nowhere," Santana said helpfully. He was so weird. "Also? I never said you didn't like girls."
She watched him as he clearly went through yet another freakout, her arms still crossed.
Fortunately the last question took priority for Gau otherwise he would have had to confront his verbal slip, which would have made for another round of getting nowhere"I'm just trying to organize my clothes! It's definitely weird to be standing around with-!" Gau gulped, cut himself off with a strangled noise (which went some way towards explaining Brittany's duck theory) and bowed abruptly at a forty-five degree angle
( ... )
Santana's first instinct was to respond with, "Probably should have come out a long time ago." And since she had no problem speaking her mind, she gave in to that instinct.
She turned back to the mirror, in no rush to finish what she was doing. What did she care if duck-boy was too terrified to speak or leave the bathroom?
"You know," she began, raising her voice so he would hear her. She pulled out a tube of lipgloss; her lips were feeling a little dry. "Usually I like it when people apologize to me for no reason, but it's a little lame right now. I don't know why you're in there or what you're waiting for me to do."
That was a lie, of course. She knew exactly what he was waiting for. Which was why she was determined to stay undressed for that much longer.
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"Oh my god." That was about all she could manage before she started laughing. "Were you just camping out in there?"
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And she was pretty.
Gau looked away quickly, gritting his teeth. Of ALL the people to see him like this!
Too late now...
He glowered, and primly fastened the towel around his waist, turning, all skinny, fleshless angles, and scrawniness. (There really wasn't anything for Santana to check out. Gau was built like a pencil, and shorter than her.)
"Don't be ridiculous." He spat, trying to convey...loftiness, and largely failing, because he'd never been exactly intimidating on the best of days ( ... )
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But this--this was just funny.
"Why would I care about your lame guidelines or whatever? If I did, we'd be missing out on this heartwarming moment right now." She smirked, arms crossed under her breasts, and watched him.
The way he spoke seemed vaguely familiar. Maybe she had heard him on that network thing before... As she noted the scar he had, she tried to remember who he was. No need to mention it right away.
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It didn't help that she reminded him of that woman from the Fuuma clan who'd cosied up to him so much when he'd gone to talk to Raikou's sister. Saraba. Things were nerve-wracking enough for Gau without having to think about women's breasts.
She even LOOKED like Saraba a little.
Those are just the arts of war, aren't they, boy~?
He shuddered.
"You should care." Gau snapped. "Not everyone on the caravan is honorable. A place like this is- Well it's vulnerable."
How many horror movie sequences happened in bathrooms, after all?
He tried to step back into hiding, tried not to let on as to how horrible this whole situation was. He had to hold in the urge to blurt I'm not a duck! too, which didn't help anything.
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"You," she started, pointing at him as she leaned back against the mirror. "You're that weird guy."
Because that cleared it up.
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Calling him names was a last straw there. He wheeled around, indignant--previous reservations about his appearence put on hold in the wake of overwhelming objections.
"What?! I am not! Who's weird?! I'm not weird!"
...Said the inexplicably curly-haired asian boy with the bulging eyes. He jerkily jabbed a finger towards her, and the scar stayed in place, entirely forgotten, warping the flesh and scrawniness around it as he gestured.
"We've already met, you know! If you thought I was weird you should have said something!"
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Mostly because she was trying to picture what would happen to this guy if he went to McKinley. Even though she was supposed to be past all of that crap since she was in glee, it was still kind of entertaining to think about.
"Wow, we met and I didn't say you were weird? Guess I was having an off day." She shrugged and tossed her hair over her bare shoulder. "I thought I recognized your...uh, voice."
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"It's...not." He tried, but he'd gone pale, and he knew it. He couldn't push the conviction into his words.
What could he say about it? He'd been trying to avoid people while he was in anything less than full dress to avoid this exactly.
He couldn't say it was an accident because stepping out between two dueling samurai, intending to get yourself hit because it was the stake you'd given yourself up to wasn't an accidentThe only accident was the fact that Raikou had spared him enough to even put him in a coma for three months instead of simply killing him, and again, the accident after of Yoite using a fragment of his life to bring him back ( ... )
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"Oh, right, I remember that name." That weird name. She idly wondered how he was going to finish getting dressed. She also wondered why the hell people kept bringing things like guitars and notebooks into the showers, but whatever.
A smirk crept across her face.
"Guess I can tell Brittany you're not a duck."
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"Uh, it's a name. It's not like I cured cancer or something."
Normally, she would have started getting dressed, or finishing up her skin routine or whatever. But Gau was somehow both intriguing and so very much not worth her attention that she couldn't help but continue to stare.
"So like, are you allergic to girls or something?"
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Oh insert-G-rated-expelative-here.
He blushed.
Now she probably thought he was a total freak.
(It didn't occur to him for a moment that Santana probably already thought he was a total freak.)
So much for playing things cool.
"It's just...I don't want to be rude." He said, still bright red.
It occured to him that he was probably keeping Santana from getting dressed, and he jumped, darting back, "I didn't mean to-! I can leave, or-!" There was a rapid scramble to hide his notebook from moisture, and shuffle around his armload of clothes.
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She watched him as he clearly went through yet another freakout, her arms still crossed.
"What are you doing?"
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She turned back to the mirror, in no rush to finish what she was doing. What did she care if duck-boy was too terrified to speak or leave the bathroom?
"You know," she began, raising her voice so he would hear her. She pulled out a tube of lipgloss; her lips were feeling a little dry. "Usually I like it when people apologize to me for no reason, but it's a little lame right now. I don't know why you're in there or what you're waiting for me to do."
That was a lie, of course. She knew exactly what he was waiting for. Which was why she was determined to stay undressed for that much longer.
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