where was his wing man when he needed him? [closed]
Who: Renge Houshakouji [ukidoki_orgasm ] and Ling Yao [princemunculus ]
What: Renge bitched and whined herself into Ling taking her out.
When: Thursday
Where: The Devil's Nest, various
Warnings: Ummm…tba~
[Renge lounged on the white couch in her and Sakura's living room, legs crossed and manga book in hand. She was dressed in a light pink dress that flared out at the waist, white sweater and white tights with black shoes. Of course, the only way she had known to color-code this well is that the world seemed to have been magically returned to that of the twenty-first century and colored television.
She was waiting for Ling to pick her up and take her out to Greed's bar, which was both slightly exciting and rather daunting at the same time as she hadn't the slightest idea what sort of establishment it would be under that man's ownership. Either way, she was quite positive that it would be fun, and if it wasn't it would only be one evening wasted, and she could always demand pizza or cookies or more colorful hair ribbons as restitution.
And while a time hadn't been set for when this casual evening out would start, Renge was perfectly content to wait on the couch with her book until Ling arrived. As long as she didn't mess up her hair by creating any form of static electricity, of course.]
What: Renge bitched and whined herself into Ling taking her out.
When: Thursday
Where: The Devil's Nest, various
Warnings: Ummm…tba~
[Renge lounged on the white couch in her and Sakura's living room, legs crossed and manga book in hand. She was dressed in a light pink dress that flared out at the waist, white sweater and white tights with black shoes. Of course, the only way she had known to color-code this well is that the world seemed to have been magically returned to that of the twenty-first century and colored television.
She was waiting for Ling to pick her up and take her out to Greed's bar, which was both slightly exciting and rather daunting at the same time as she hadn't the slightest idea what sort of establishment it would be under that man's ownership. Either way, she was quite positive that it would be fun, and if it wasn't it would only be one evening wasted, and she could always demand pizza or cookies or more colorful hair ribbons as restitution.
And while a time hadn't been set for when this casual evening out would start, Renge was perfectly content to wait on the couch with her book until Ling arrived. As long as she didn't mess up her hair by creating any form of static electricity, of course.]