RP log: Mizuki and Kaneda
Who: Mizuki and Kaneda
What: Takes place after the multi-people chat, which WILL be posted up at some point. XD By Kaneda-mun. So she doesn't wriggle out of it. Kaneda runs after Mizuki to apologise, and they end up discussing Kaneda's breasts.
Rating: PG?
Mizuki half smirked and half glowered at her screen, and then dramatically stormed out of the room, heading outside towards her coach. She wasn't really planning to kick Kaneda off the team, just threaten the issue a bit. After all, she was the manager, and that meant that coach trusted her concerning everyone. If Kaneda-chan needed a little break because of say... oh, girl issues, then she would get one.
Kaneda sighed. She knew that she shouldn't have said what she did but...She couldn't help it. Mizuki had always brought her...defensive side to the surface, and she didn't know why. Honestly she didn't want to. It might explain a little to much. Kaneda hurried towards Mizuki's room, glad that it wasn't too far away, and almost ran into a storming Mizuki.
Mizuki blinked in surprise, as a right odd jolt shot through her chest. "Kaneda-chan," she frowned. "You shouldn't do that." She rubbed her front. Interesting. Interesting indeed. "Are you coming with me to speak to the coach how you simply cannot seem to put up with me and are therefore resigning from your place?" She smiled nastily and sailed on. "Because that would save me from bothering." She hit the outside door, and glanced around to see where their coach had gone.
Kaneda snorted. It might not be lady-like but she didn't care. "Mizuki-san, If I couldn't put up with you I would have resigned a while ago. No...I came to talk to you." Kaneda followed her manager out, keeping an eye on her, as she looked around, Kaneda assumed, for the coach.
Mizuki turned, and looked Kaneda straight in the eye, pulling herself as straight as she could. "Then talk, ne?"
"I'm...Sorry. I know that we've had our...disagreements before. And I shouldn't have umm...tried to threaten you." Kaneda felt a mortified blush coming on. "So...I'm sorry."
Mizuki snorted. Again, not very ladylike. Perhaps it wasn't instinctive. "No, you're not. You just don't want me kicking you off the team." She shrugged and smiled, not a happy smile. "Whatever. Don't cross the line too often, Kaneda, because next time, I'm just going to do it." She started to stalk off, satisfied, but not really.
Kaneda sighed. This really wasn't her day. She still felt horrible about saying those things to Mizuki, in front of other people no less. Reaching out, she grabbed Mizuki's wrist. "I am sorry, Mizuki-san. It's just very hard to say to anyone."
Mizuki hmph-ed a bit. "I can believe that," she said. She stared down at the hand on her arm. "Let go," she stated. "I think we should talk about this." She gestured to the patch of grass, and headed that way. She couldn't see where their coach was. "Am I so unbearable, Kaneda-chan?" The girl asked, shaking out her hair, which was just to the length where it tended to poke into her collar.
Kaneda let go, as soon as she was asked too. No sense in pissing Mizuki off. After a moment of thought she bit her lip trying to think of how to phrase it. "Your not unbearable, Mizuki-san..." Kaneda transferred her gaze towards the sky, while she folded her legs under herself. "Your not unbearable. I just...get all defensive for some reason."
Mizuki reached out and ruffled the other girl's hair. "Nothing gets blurted out at exactly the wrong time than exactly what's true," she said with a light shrug. "Nfu~ I know I'm unbearable, Kaneda-chan. It's why I'm still manager." She stretched backwards, which was now more awkward than before, seeing as her chest sort of thrust itself forwards. "And you seem to have a habit of exploding with the truth at whenever it's appropriate to kill all our egos."
Well...Kaneda decided that the part about exploding, not necessarily with the truth, might be true. " Your not unbearable." She had to insist on that. "A pain every now and then...Alright, a lot of the time, but not unbearable." Watching Mizuki from the corner of her eye she grimaced. "Even though, I'm still not sure I want to know why you discovered that bras were comfortable..." Shifting her gaze to look Mizuki full on, she continued. "And where are we supposed to get bras?"
How did Mizuki end up playing nurse to her team? Because she was the one with the most knowledge about femininity. Right. She clapped her hand on Kaneda's shoulder, a sort of shorthand for apology and apology accepted. "You buy them," she drawled. "Same place you buy other sorts of underwear. But you need to get measured." She pointed out the measurement lines. "And the size is this bit," point, point, "and then measure around here," more of a poke, "and then take the difference, and depending on the difference, that's the cup size." She smirked at the other girl. "I'll help you measure if you want."
Kaneda just gaped at the explanation of how to get the cup size. "Uhhh.. Could you?" She laughed lightly. "That explanation really just confused me...Of course that might just be because... Well..." She blushed. It was distracting to have someone, anyone pointing and poking, especially poking, your private parts. More some people than others, but that wasn't the point! Shaking her head she continued...trying to keep herself out of a too deep hole. "Because...I was a little distracted....Alright, a lot distracted."
Mizuki patted her teammate. "Shall we go inside and measure you for a bra?" She asked, somewhat dryly. This was not in the job description for a tennis team manager. Although really, neither was needing a bra in the first place. "Do you happen to have a tape measure? Preferably not a metal one... they're cold and... really quite uncomfortable to stick around your chest," she muttered.
Kaneda smiled sheepishly at Mizuki. Feeling somewhat bad for, what seemed to be taking advantage of the manager's good will. "I'm sorry...If you don't want to I'm sure I can figure something out...Worst comes to worst I can go on-line, find out how to do and ask Inui-chan to help. I'll bribe her with data, if nothing else will work. So...You don't have to..." After a moment Kaneda realized that she had been babbling, and trailed off, unsure of what else to do, or say.
Mizuki determinedly steered her teammate back towards the dorms. "Nfu~ It's alright," she said cheerfully, "I have a tape measure we can use~ you've got to stop being so shy, ne?" She seemed disgustingly cheerful, as she more or less towed Kaneda into her and Yuuta's room. "Yuuta-chan hasn't been around lately, probably hiding, silly girl." She gestured to the bed. "Have a seat and take your shirt off," she started rummaging around for the tape measure.
Kaneda started to feel a blush rise in her cheeks, not sure if she really should. On one hand, she knew Mizuki would probably use this against her at some future date...But...On the other, it wasn't like she hadn't seen Kaneda naked as a boy before. So...She supposed that this wouldn't be much different right? Pulling her shirt off over her head, twisting it in her hands. "Well...Yuuta-chan...Is sometimes very silly, ne?"
"Hmm," Mizuki replied absently. She took far too much of Yuuta's silliness. "Aha, here we are." She fished out a long measure and wandered over, humming tunelessly. "Arms up," she instructed, " or at least out of the way." She then proceeded to measure around Kaneda's rib cage, and then chest. "So then, minus... and that should be a... 34B," Mizuki said finally. She peered critically at Kaneda's chest for a moment, then hmmed a bit. "Interesting... You can put your shirt back on now," she added with a chuckle.
"Alright..." Pulls the shirt back on over her head. "W-what's interesting?" She wasn't sure she wanted to know. She really wasn't.
Mizuki smiled. "Never mind, Kane-chan~" she said, "Let's just order some lingerie~" She smiled mysteriously some more. "Interesting data," she murmured.
Kaneda was now officially worried. Very worried at that. What exactly did she mean by interesting data? Hopefully she didn't know...No, she couldn't. There was no way it was possible she knew, ne? Right? "I guess we should..."
What: Takes place after the multi-people chat, which WILL be posted up at some point. XD By Kaneda-mun. So she doesn't wriggle out of it. Kaneda runs after Mizuki to apologise, and they end up discussing Kaneda's breasts.
Rating: PG?
Mizuki half smirked and half glowered at her screen, and then dramatically stormed out of the room, heading outside towards her coach. She wasn't really planning to kick Kaneda off the team, just threaten the issue a bit. After all, she was the manager, and that meant that coach trusted her concerning everyone. If Kaneda-chan needed a little break because of say... oh, girl issues, then she would get one.
Kaneda sighed. She knew that she shouldn't have said what she did but...She couldn't help it. Mizuki had always brought her...defensive side to the surface, and she didn't know why. Honestly she didn't want to. It might explain a little to much. Kaneda hurried towards Mizuki's room, glad that it wasn't too far away, and almost ran into a storming Mizuki.
Mizuki blinked in surprise, as a right odd jolt shot through her chest. "Kaneda-chan," she frowned. "You shouldn't do that." She rubbed her front. Interesting. Interesting indeed. "Are you coming with me to speak to the coach how you simply cannot seem to put up with me and are therefore resigning from your place?" She smiled nastily and sailed on. "Because that would save me from bothering." She hit the outside door, and glanced around to see where their coach had gone.
Kaneda snorted. It might not be lady-like but she didn't care. "Mizuki-san, If I couldn't put up with you I would have resigned a while ago. No...I came to talk to you." Kaneda followed her manager out, keeping an eye on her, as she looked around, Kaneda assumed, for the coach.
Mizuki turned, and looked Kaneda straight in the eye, pulling herself as straight as she could. "Then talk, ne?"
"I'm...Sorry. I know that we've had our...disagreements before. And I shouldn't have umm...tried to threaten you." Kaneda felt a mortified blush coming on. "So...I'm sorry."
Mizuki snorted. Again, not very ladylike. Perhaps it wasn't instinctive. "No, you're not. You just don't want me kicking you off the team." She shrugged and smiled, not a happy smile. "Whatever. Don't cross the line too often, Kaneda, because next time, I'm just going to do it." She started to stalk off, satisfied, but not really.
Kaneda sighed. This really wasn't her day. She still felt horrible about saying those things to Mizuki, in front of other people no less. Reaching out, she grabbed Mizuki's wrist. "I am sorry, Mizuki-san. It's just very hard to say to anyone."
Mizuki hmph-ed a bit. "I can believe that," she said. She stared down at the hand on her arm. "Let go," she stated. "I think we should talk about this." She gestured to the patch of grass, and headed that way. She couldn't see where their coach was. "Am I so unbearable, Kaneda-chan?" The girl asked, shaking out her hair, which was just to the length where it tended to poke into her collar.
Kaneda let go, as soon as she was asked too. No sense in pissing Mizuki off. After a moment of thought she bit her lip trying to think of how to phrase it. "Your not unbearable, Mizuki-san..." Kaneda transferred her gaze towards the sky, while she folded her legs under herself. "Your not unbearable. I just...get all defensive for some reason."
Mizuki reached out and ruffled the other girl's hair. "Nothing gets blurted out at exactly the wrong time than exactly what's true," she said with a light shrug. "Nfu~ I know I'm unbearable, Kaneda-chan. It's why I'm still manager." She stretched backwards, which was now more awkward than before, seeing as her chest sort of thrust itself forwards. "And you seem to have a habit of exploding with the truth at whenever it's appropriate to kill all our egos."
Well...Kaneda decided that the part about exploding, not necessarily with the truth, might be true. " Your not unbearable." She had to insist on that. "A pain every now and then...Alright, a lot of the time, but not unbearable." Watching Mizuki from the corner of her eye she grimaced. "Even though, I'm still not sure I want to know why you discovered that bras were comfortable..." Shifting her gaze to look Mizuki full on, she continued. "And where are we supposed to get bras?"
How did Mizuki end up playing nurse to her team? Because she was the one with the most knowledge about femininity. Right. She clapped her hand on Kaneda's shoulder, a sort of shorthand for apology and apology accepted. "You buy them," she drawled. "Same place you buy other sorts of underwear. But you need to get measured." She pointed out the measurement lines. "And the size is this bit," point, point, "and then measure around here," more of a poke, "and then take the difference, and depending on the difference, that's the cup size." She smirked at the other girl. "I'll help you measure if you want."
Kaneda just gaped at the explanation of how to get the cup size. "Uhhh.. Could you?" She laughed lightly. "That explanation really just confused me...Of course that might just be because... Well..." She blushed. It was distracting to have someone, anyone pointing and poking, especially poking, your private parts. More some people than others, but that wasn't the point! Shaking her head she continued...trying to keep herself out of a too deep hole. "Because...I was a little distracted....Alright, a lot distracted."
Mizuki patted her teammate. "Shall we go inside and measure you for a bra?" She asked, somewhat dryly. This was not in the job description for a tennis team manager. Although really, neither was needing a bra in the first place. "Do you happen to have a tape measure? Preferably not a metal one... they're cold and... really quite uncomfortable to stick around your chest," she muttered.
Kaneda smiled sheepishly at Mizuki. Feeling somewhat bad for, what seemed to be taking advantage of the manager's good will. "I'm sorry...If you don't want to I'm sure I can figure something out...Worst comes to worst I can go on-line, find out how to do and ask Inui-chan to help. I'll bribe her with data, if nothing else will work. So...You don't have to..." After a moment Kaneda realized that she had been babbling, and trailed off, unsure of what else to do, or say.
Mizuki determinedly steered her teammate back towards the dorms. "Nfu~ It's alright," she said cheerfully, "I have a tape measure we can use~ you've got to stop being so shy, ne?" She seemed disgustingly cheerful, as she more or less towed Kaneda into her and Yuuta's room. "Yuuta-chan hasn't been around lately, probably hiding, silly girl." She gestured to the bed. "Have a seat and take your shirt off," she started rummaging around for the tape measure.
Kaneda started to feel a blush rise in her cheeks, not sure if she really should. On one hand, she knew Mizuki would probably use this against her at some future date...But...On the other, it wasn't like she hadn't seen Kaneda naked as a boy before. So...She supposed that this wouldn't be much different right? Pulling her shirt off over her head, twisting it in her hands. "Well...Yuuta-chan...Is sometimes very silly, ne?"
"Hmm," Mizuki replied absently. She took far too much of Yuuta's silliness. "Aha, here we are." She fished out a long measure and wandered over, humming tunelessly. "Arms up," she instructed, " or at least out of the way." She then proceeded to measure around Kaneda's rib cage, and then chest. "So then, minus... and that should be a... 34B," Mizuki said finally. She peered critically at Kaneda's chest for a moment, then hmmed a bit. "Interesting... You can put your shirt back on now," she added with a chuckle.
"Alright..." Pulls the shirt back on over her head. "W-what's interesting?" She wasn't sure she wanted to know. She really wasn't.
Mizuki smiled. "Never mind, Kane-chan~" she said, "Let's just order some lingerie~" She smiled mysteriously some more. "Interesting data," she murmured.
Kaneda was now officially worried. Very worried at that. What exactly did she mean by interesting data? Hopefully she didn't know...No, she couldn't. There was no way it was possible she knew, ne? Right? "I guess we should..."