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[felinemystique]

Characters: Bastet (felinemystique), Toushi (battleignition) and Sniper (naoscaire)
Date/Time: Tuesday, October 14/mid-afternoon
Location: Park Island/the Festival
Rating: PG-13 for likely language, and mention of boobies
Summary: Toushi does not approve of Bastet's wardrobe malfunction...or her boyfriend. Whoever he is.

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[naoscaire]

Sniper was sort of loving this new outfit, truth be told. It was very roguish and dashing -- if you ignored the giant rodent plushie. He had put together some basic things, including warm drinks; it was ridiculous weather for something as skimpy as what he knew Bastet was wearing today, so he figured he'd do his part to keep her warm (well, his part that didn't involve scandal).

Once he'd put things together he slid out of the house, tucking his rodent under his arm as he headed downstairs. It didn't take a whole lot to find her; the most problematic part was weaving through the crowds of festive types. Too many people plus sword meant some difficulty navigating. Eventually, though, he cleared the marketplace and ended up in the park. A moment's looking found her sitting on her bench and he walked over, flashing a smile.

"I hope I didn't keep you too long -- I made coffee and it's hot." He held up a thermos. "I figured you could use as much help as you could get."

[felinemystique]

Bastet grinned up at Sniper as he approached, setting aside her empty soup bowl. "Nah, not long," she said, shifting a bit to make room for him. Out of habit, she moved so she was out of his blind spot; she'd noticed fairly early on that he liked her where he could see her, and as long as they weren't in a situation where he could get hurt, she didn't mind.

She reached for the thermos as he sat, settling her back against his side; the leather of his pants was warm against the small of her back. "Did you make it the way I like it or the way you like it?" She didn't really care for coffee unless it had enough milk and sugar to make it taste like candy.

[battleignition]

This had been a very odd, not so good week. First, Toushi had to parade around with a band of unicorns while he wore something that could only scream "freak", "sissy", or "gay" - or maybe all three at the same time. Second, there was some dick running around stealing things from people, and he had not been happy to see that, while he gained a bit of money, his pocket knife was missing, and...so was something else, but he couldn't put a finger on what it was. Oh well, probably was not that important.Third, well

[naoscaire]

As Bastet settled herself Sniper shifted, giving her a good space to brace herself against. He had no issues with being used as a human backrest; he got used as a couch and a pillow and a mattress and a jungle gym so why not? Simple enough, really. He half-smiled as she shifted so he could see her, and held out the thermos.

"The way you like it, naturally." He drank his black for the most part. Then again, he also drank very very dark beer and whiskey on the rocks; make it as strong as possible and he was happy. He was just that sort of person, though.

He was all set to say something else when...what the hell. He turned towards the invading Spartan, raised eyebrow hidden behind his mask as he regarded whoever the hell that was. "Nice pants," he observed before he could stop himself. What? You didn't see that sort of thing every day.