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[shortfuseken]

Who: Muguruma Kensei shortfuseken & Kuna Mashiro maschera_verde
What: Kensei feels that, unfortunately, he needs to check up on Mashiro
When: Saturday night, day 145
Where: Starting from Mashiro's place. Who knows where it'll end up.

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[maschera_verde]

Mashiro really hadn't done much of anything that day. She was on the verge of just giving up on looking for a new job. Not that she didn't want a new job...since she did need it but she was growing tired of being rejected. She was sitting on her cough in nothing more than an oversized tanktop and her panties when she heard a knock at the door.

The green haired assassin cursed as she got up, pausing her movie before making her way over to the door. She didn't bother putting on any pants, why should she care? Why should the person on the other side of the door care? Well...they probably would but she didn't care.

She opened the door, ready to tell some solicitor she didn't want any of the crap they were selling when she stopped, mouth slightly open. Kensei was the last person she expected to come visit her.

[shortfuseken]

Kensei blinked, seeing Mashiro half-dressed. He was beyond the point of getting shocked... the woman had flashed him for crying out loud, it wasnt the most surprising thing he had seen. "...You always answer your door half naked?" He asked, raising his pierced eyebrow.

[maschera_verde]

She grinned and turned away, heading back to her couch. "No, normally I'm naked." she replied over her shoulder before sitting down.

Mashiro looked over at him, lips pursed. "So why are you here? You rarely come to see me."

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"Came to check up on you." Kensei muttered, walking in and closing the door. "Sounded like you were in a slump or something." He found a chair to sit in, and sat down, relaxing a bit. "....Let me guess, you've been on the couch all day."

[maschera_verde]

She pursed her lips and shuffled over to a chair, plopping down and pulling her boots off. "Isn't that hard to out drink me, y'know. I'm tiny compared to you." she replied.

[shortfuseken]

He walked over to the kitchen, pulling out the alcohol and a couple of shot glasses. "Yeah, but you used to try."

[maschera_verde]

"But I never win..." she said as she sunk into the chair, lips pursed, pouting. "...never win at anything..."

[shortfuseken]

He slammed the shot glasses down infront of her on the counter, and poured the vodka in. "You're going to drink and you're going to like it!" He took a shot glass, and looked at her. "Ladies first."

[maschera_verde]

Masshiro pursed her lips, pouting, as she snatched the bottle from him. She spilled some in the process of getting herself another drink from it.

She set the bottle back down and went back over to the couch, pouting still.

[shortfuseken]

Kensei blinked at her, and got up to walk towards the couch. "What now?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

[maschera_verde]

She turned away from him. "I can too dance..."

[shortfuseken]

The older one paused a minute and laughed. "I wasjust throwing it out there. You dontneed to take thingsso seriously."

[maschera_verde]

Mashiro kicked back at his leg in response before scrambling back up onto the couch. She giggled and stuck her tongue out at him yet again, only this time she quickly pulled it back in before he was given a chance to grab for it.

[shortfuseken]

Kensei smirked and closed his eyes. "Thats more like it."

Hopefully this would stick and Mashiro wasnt going to fall back into being in her pathetic slump.

[maschera_verde]

"Wha's more like what?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. But before he could answer she stood and made her way over to get another drink. She was starting to feel more sober than before.

[shortfuseken]

"You're actingmore like yourshelf." Kensei opened his eyes and looked over, assuming she was heading for some more booze. "Grab me some."

[maschera_verde]

Her tongue met his, sliding along it. She could taste the rum he'd been drinking not too long ago. As his hand slid under her shirt Mashiro's hands found their way to the bottom of Kensei's shirt, she tugged it up a bit.

Had either of them been completely conscious of what was going on it wouldn't be happening.

[shortfuseken]

Kensei noticed the tug and leaned back a bit to allow his shirt to slide off... the 69 on his torso being visible. He returned back to her lips, his hands going back to where they were and started lifting her own shirt.

[maschera_verde]

As soon as his shirt was removed Mashiro's hands moved over his muscled torso. She wiggled and helped the older assassin remove her own shirt, which was great because she was feeling really hot.

[shortfuseken]

He slid down on the bed, kissing up her neck.... her small body being felt under his hands. He caught her lips with his again, picking up where they had left off.