^///^ 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 accident.
The 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.
Even trying to say it wasn't kinky didn't quite work either, because it was Raikou, and Raikou was brilliant, and Raikou was beautiful, and Raikou was Gau's whole superheroic justice-desiring ideal of what a person could be, all wrapped up in a fashion-blind pink-tinged shell, filled to the brim with sadness, and horror.
Most of Gau's perversities were wrapped up in the problem of Raikou. He idolized him, obsessed over him, and in his better moments, he admitted it. He was also his subordinate, which meant that he was never ever the one who could do anything about it, short of serving him hand and foot, and trying to meet his every need hoping he'd look back at him.
And that was even before Raikou's playful "domestic abuse" came into play--a sort of playful fighting that still hurt, and even then, Gau liked it in some part of him because when else did Raikou ever even touch him?
Kinky was probably an understatement.
Gau was an idealist by all means, but he certainly wasn't naive--and that was before he'd spent three years working side by side with a forsaken, disgraced samurai to hunt and kill rogue ninjas of all things.
This time Santana's goads didn't get a rise out of him, even if he couldn't quite stop himself from staring at the flick of her hair. She had curly hair! Just like he did! The novelty was really rather a shock. And she was pretty in a sort of way that made Gau's pent-in little stomach twist, even if it was in a sort of hollow way. He liked the idea of girls at least.
He just held his clothes a little closer over himself, and just wanted to hide, just wanted her not to say anything about the mark.
"I'm...I'm Meguro Gau. Meguro's my surname." He mumbled, fumbling in the bundle to find his half-messenger bag and his notebook to reference the standard information he might have gatehred on her, but he already knew with a sinking feeling that Santana had come on board at the childhood-town.
The same one as Raikou.
There was no escaping the fact that she was here still, and Raikou was gone.
He didn't look at her, fumbling past his bag, his well-kept little dagger, the protection charms Raikou had come aboard carrying...
/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.
What was more telltale was his suspicious lack of explaination, but again, she fortunately didn't know him well enough to call him on it. There was rather a lot of leverage in her favor since the idea of skin was still distantly distracting to Gau--weird pent-in little things over Raikou and Yoite notwithstanding. He probably would have blurted something that would have been enough under any other circumstance to make Raikou grin with lopsided affection and call him an idiot while hitting him so hard he visualized shooting stars of joy...
Part of this paranoia definitely involved bringing his notebook and knives with him wherever he went. How different was it from a woman bringing pepper spray with her down a dark alleyway? Though...Gau would have snarled at any comparison along those lines.
His hand tightened around the towel, brows knitting together along the premature parallel lines between them. "Of course I'm not." He grumbled back, actually sulking.
"I mean where would she even get that idea?!" he railed, almost managing to forget states of semi-dress between the two of them. "I've heard of a dragon on the caravan, and even a unicorn at one time, and I confirmed personally that there were some robots with my own eyes, but certainly nothing like a duck."
A study of Santana revealed that she probably wasn't at all impressed by his keen stalking information-gathering abilities.
He wondered dimly as he wrenched a magnetic eye away from the pretty, dark skin of the girl's shoulder, what her friend Brittany actually looked like.
...What was he thinking?
His face gave a transparent blanch.
As if a girl of that caliber of beauty (and intelligence, too, no doubt!) would have anything to do with someone like him! Certainly not without lengthy proof of sincerity, and purity of intent!
He puffed out his scrawny sunken chest, addressing the wall proudly. "But to remember my name even after such short greetings speaks volumes about your keenness of mind! It's definitely impressive!"
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.
"S-Sorry, Santana-san!" He exclaimed as he wheeled around and practically flung himself into the stall so he could dress as quickly as humanly possible.
In his mind, being appropriately dressed (ie: dressed like someone who'd raided Artie's closet) would help clarify some of the awkwardnesses of the situation, or at least...help him think much more clearly without draftiness, or worry about the skinniness of his pasty knock-kneed little legs, or the unimpressiveness of his torso.
Or the fact his hair was still wet and if he wasn't careful, he'd give himself a cold.
"Just-! Just tell me when I should come out! I really am sorry!"
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.
Fsss. This took forever because I fell ill to HORRIBLE MICROBES. *rage and legal drugs*justice_by_comaJanuary 14 2011, 17:08:44 UTC
Gau fortunately missed out on the former comment. Even if he'd thought about it, he would have thought it made no sense.
"I'm waiting for you to-! Please get dressed already!" Horror scenarios of what people would think to find him in the same room as a naked woman were flashing through Gau's head. He did care rather a lot about reputation. For mostly the wrong reasons, of course, but all the best ones.
Santana's honor was at stake, and didn't she care?! Well he would definitely make sure none of this ever got out where it could be misconstrued and misunderstood!
"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 accident.
The 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.
Even trying to say it wasn't kinky didn't quite work either, because it was Raikou, and Raikou was brilliant, and Raikou was beautiful, and Raikou was Gau's whole superheroic justice-desiring ideal of what a person could be, all wrapped up in a fashion-blind pink-tinged shell, filled to the brim with sadness, and horror.
Most of Gau's perversities were wrapped up in the problem of Raikou. He idolized him, obsessed over him, and in his better moments, he admitted it. He was also his subordinate, which meant that he was never ever the one who could do anything about it, short of serving him hand and foot, and trying to meet his every need hoping he'd look back at him.
And that was even before Raikou's playful "domestic abuse" came into play--a sort of playful fighting that still hurt, and even then, Gau liked it in some part of him because when else did Raikou ever even touch him?
Kinky was probably an understatement.
Gau was an idealist by all means, but he certainly wasn't naive--and that was before he'd spent three years working side by side with a forsaken, disgraced samurai to hunt and kill rogue ninjas of all things.
This time Santana's goads didn't get a rise out of him, even if he couldn't quite stop himself from staring at the flick of her hair. She had curly hair! Just like he did! The novelty was really rather a shock. And she was pretty in a sort of way that made Gau's pent-in little stomach twist, even if it was in a sort of hollow way. He liked the idea of girls at least.
He just held his clothes a little closer over himself, and just wanted to hide, just wanted her not to say anything about the mark.
"I'm...I'm Meguro Gau. Meguro's my surname." He mumbled, fumbling in the bundle to find his half-messenger bag and his notebook to reference the standard information he might have gatehred on her, but he already knew with a sinking feeling that Santana had come on board at the childhood-town.
The same one as Raikou.
There was no escaping the fact that she was here still, and Raikou was gone.
He didn't look at her, fumbling past his bag, his well-kept little dagger, the protection charms Raikou had come aboard carrying...
"We talked a little bit." He mumbled.
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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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What was more telltale was his suspicious lack of explaination, but again, she fortunately didn't know him well enough to call him on it. There was rather a lot of leverage in her favor since the idea of skin was still distantly distracting to Gau--weird pent-in little things over Raikou and Yoite notwithstanding. He probably would have blurted something that would have been enough under any other circumstance to make Raikou grin with lopsided affection and call him an idiot while hitting him so hard he visualized shooting stars of joy...
Part of this paranoia definitely involved bringing his notebook and knives with him wherever he went. How different was it from a woman bringing pepper spray with her down a dark alleyway? Though...Gau would have snarled at any comparison along those lines.
His hand tightened around the towel, brows knitting together along the premature parallel lines between them. "Of course I'm not." He grumbled back, actually sulking.
"I mean where would she even get that idea?!" he railed, almost managing to forget states of semi-dress between the two of them. "I've heard of a dragon on the caravan, and even a unicorn at one time, and I confirmed personally that there were some robots with my own eyes, but certainly nothing like a duck."
A study of Santana revealed that she probably wasn't at all impressed by his keen stalking information-gathering abilities.
He wondered dimly as he wrenched a magnetic eye away from the pretty, dark skin of the girl's shoulder, what her friend Brittany actually looked like.
...What was he thinking?
His face gave a transparent blanch.
As if a girl of that caliber of beauty (and intelligence, too, no doubt!) would have anything to do with someone like him! Certainly not without lengthy proof of sincerity, and purity of intent!
He puffed out his scrawny sunken chest, addressing the wall proudly. "But to remember my name even after such short greetings speaks volumes about your keenness of mind! It's definitely impressive!"
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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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"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.
"S-Sorry, Santana-san!" He exclaimed as he wheeled around and practically flung himself into the stall so he could dress as quickly as humanly possible.
In his mind, being appropriately dressed (ie: dressed like someone who'd raided Artie's closet) would help clarify some of the awkwardnesses of the situation, or at least...help him think much more clearly without draftiness, or worry about the skinniness of his pasty knock-kneed little legs, or the unimpressiveness of his torso.
Or the fact his hair was still wet and if he wasn't careful, he'd give himself a cold.
"Just-! Just tell me when I should come out! I really am sorry!"
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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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"I'm waiting for you to-! Please get dressed already!" Horror scenarios of what people would think to find him in the same room as a naked woman were flashing through Gau's head. He did care rather a lot about reputation. For mostly the wrong reasons, of course, but all the best ones.
Santana's honor was at stake, and didn't she care?! Well he would definitely make sure none of this ever got out where it could be misconstrued and misunderstood!
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