Kensei was making some stew, bringing a wooden spoon down into the pot to have a taste. So far so good. He set the spoon down and licked his fingers, reaching over to grab one of the knives from the side drawer. He started copping the vegetables to throw into the broth, when he felt someone embrace him tight.
His eyes widened, and his reaction was quick. He grabbed Mashiro by the arm and threw her over to his preparation counter, grasping the knife in his hand tighter as he brought it down to strike the unwelcomed guest. He noticed it was Mashiro as he brought his knife down, moving it just slightly, to slice the fabric of her clothing and nicking her shoulder. He growled under his breath. "What the fuck, Mashiro?!"
Mashiro let out a squeak as she was pulled forward and thrown against he counter. She didn't make a sound as the knife came down an nicked her shoulder.
Out of retaliation her own favorite knife, her baby, seemed to come out of nowhere. It was quickly pressed against his side but not hard enough to do any damage to him. "I was bored so I thought I'd say hi." she replied, smiling up at him despite the fact he'd just attacked her.
After a moment she pushed him away and stood, examining her shoulder. "Maaaaan this was one of my favorite shirts." she whined, lips pursed as they often were. She poked at the small cut as if it were nothing then licked the blood off her finger.
And just like Mashiro's short attention span her focus quickly shifted to the soup Kensei was cooking. "So whatcha making?" she asked as she shifted her way over to the pot, reaching for the lid.
The older assassin's eye twitched. She was NOT just making herself home after breaking into his place, was she? If she hadn't annoyed him earlier, he probably wouldn't have acted as hostile but this was the last straw. He grabbed her into a headlock and pulled her back, reaching with his free hand to grasp her knife-wielding arm. "Dinner. You werent invited."
The green haired assassin let squirmed and let out a squeal. "But it smells gooooood!" she whined as she squirmed more, not really fighting back against him. Truth be told she kinda enjoyed it when he was annoyed like this.
Mashiro's brow narrowed and she scowled at Kensei. "That's not faaaaiiiir! You should explain!" she replied, arms crossed over her chest as she pouted.
"...Huh? What, kicking me out already?" she asked, pouting more. Of course she wasn't done!
Mashiro stomped a foot, huffing, not even bothering to button her shirt again. "Impressed? No. Just showing you I'm not a non-tits!" she replied. Normally she would have laughed at his reaction but she was currently annoyed.
"If anything, you just proved that you are." Kensei growled at her. Really, that wasnt the truth. She did have boobs, and she did prove it... but he wasnt about to give her the satisfaction. "Now button up." He muttered, not wanting to do it for her.
She crossed her arms, eyes narrowed at the other assassin, the annoyed expression still on her face. Mashiro stood there like that for a moment before finally buttoning her shirt again, although this time she didn't bother to button it up all the way.
There was a pause after he noted her annoyed look. "...You're going to complain about this arent you?" Of course she was. It was fucking Mashiro. He noticed she didnt button up all the way and went ahead and finished it off. Afterall, he didnt want her to accidentally flash him.
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His eyes widened, and his reaction was quick. He grabbed Mashiro by the arm and threw her over to his preparation counter, grasping the knife in his hand tighter as he brought it down to strike the unwelcomed guest. He noticed it was Mashiro as he brought his knife down, moving it just slightly, to slice the fabric of her clothing and nicking her shoulder. He growled under his breath. "What the fuck, Mashiro?!"
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Out of retaliation her own favorite knife, her baby, seemed to come out of nowhere. It was quickly pressed against his side but not hard enough to do any damage to him. "I was bored so I thought I'd say hi." she replied, smiling up at him despite the fact he'd just attacked her.
After a moment she pushed him away and stood, examining her shoulder. "Maaaaan this was one of my favorite shirts." she whined, lips pursed as they often were. She poked at the small cut as if it were nothing then licked the blood off her finger.
And just like Mashiro's short attention span her focus quickly shifted to the soup Kensei was cooking. "So whatcha making?" she asked as she shifted her way over to the pot, reaching for the lid.
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"...Huh? What, kicking me out already?" she asked, pouting more. Of course she wasn't done!
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