[ooc: He's been missing since Sena's kidnapping. And now posting from somewhere, who knows where... And yes, he be a she, but it's probably not that easy to tell through the journals
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[action post go go go]nowarstowinMarch 1 2008, 18:00:12 UTC
[Maybe twenty minutes later, Caesar shows up at the door to the house, arms laden with a few different shirts and other, uh, girl things. She opens the door and peeks inside, curious to see what kind of woman Aya will be.]
[action post go go go]kudaran314March 1 2008, 18:12:10 UTC
[Aya's drinking tea, like that's anything surprising. To make her time go faster, she's been doodling a plan for the garden. Maybe one day there shall be one, maybe not. When she hears Caesar, she leaves the cup and drawing equipment to the windowsill.]
I'm here, [she says while walking to the foyer. Her voice is pleasantly low but definitely a female voice. It makes her frown a bit.]
[Caesar follows the sound of hi--her voice, pausing when she finally catches sight of her. Aya as a man is unmistakably gorgeous, and the change didn't lessen that at all.] Oh, runes. Wow.
[She blinks at Aya for a few minutes before moving toward the kitchen to deposit her burden on the table, turning again to study Aya some more.] I think I'm probably the only one who seemed to have taken on the structure of a fourteen-year old. Are you getting any more used to it, yet?
[Aya arches her brows at Caesar, wondering if she should take that as a compliment. ] Wow?
[She follows after Caesar, pulling down the hem of her shirt that wants to ride up over her stomach, pooling over her chest. She growls a little, frustrated.] Lucky you. My balance is still rotten, but I guess it's slightly better now.
[Caesar nods, a bit of a mischievous look crossing her face.] Yes, wow. Very wow. It's probably not what you want to hear, but you're lovely.
[She looks back at Aya, wisely not mentioning her rather unfortunate troubles.] A little longer and it won't be much different at all. Though ... [Caesar eyes Aya's chest a little speculatively] ... you might have a tiny bit more trouble than I did.
[With that, she grins at Aya, gesturing with her head toward the pile of clothing.] I didn't know what you'd like, so there's a bit of variety.
[Aya snorts, reaching for Caesar to ruffle her hair gently. It's strange how the worry and anger is less now.] I have a tiny bit more than you do, yes. [She murmurs softly as she leans in, hand slipping behind Caesar's head and pulling her closer. ]
[The kiss on Caesar's forehead is sweet, just a brush of warm lips. Aya reaches around her to lift up the first clothing on the pile.] This is just fine if I can fit myself into it.
[Caesar closes her eyes and ducks a little, something dangerous close to a giggle worming its way up her throat. When Aya pulls her in, she takes the opportunity to move in until they're barely millimeters apart.] I'd say. That's okay, though; I'll survive.
[She smiles, smoothing Aya's tortured shirt back down her waist, interested in the accentuated curve of waist and hips, even more defined now.] There's a few different sizes in there. Clothing isn't exactly my area of expertise, but with, ah, imprecise measurements, I had to guess.
[It's odd, it doesn't feel like being close to Caesar yet, but those extra parts of Aya are already brushing against the smaller redhead.] I-- uh, would rather survive with less as well, [she says throatily, deciding to just roll with it and pull Caesar closer, until they're warmly pressed against each other.]
Tell me, how would you describe it precisely, smartass? [Aya gives a bit of growl beside Caesar's ear, still raking through the pile of clothes with her free hand. She's amused; the growl hardly irritated either. Perhaps she's joking.]
Well, I think you look -- and feel -- very nice, dear. [She winks at Aya, entirely too amused with the situation. As if to prove her point, she nuzzles against the (still) taller assassin, wrapping skinny arms around her waist.]
Well ... the thing is, you never explained whether you meant your fists or mine. [Caesar snickers.] There's a bit of a difference.
I'm glad you approve, [Aya says dryly but not without any humor in her tone of voice. She doesn't like to have her balance thrown off like this but making a big fuss about it doesn't quite fit to her idea of being efficient. ]
[When Caesar speaks again, Aya snorts, shifting her gaze back to the strategist. There's a playful dare in the arch of her brows and a pale smile curving her lips.] You're welcome to take measurements now. [The hell if he's going to let the Malnosso win by letting this bother her. Like Ken said, she's still herself, even when equipped with tits.]
[Caesar's mouth falls wide open, huge green eyes blinking in disbelief, her face flushed a bright crimson almost enough to match her hair.] Uh. U-uh. Ay--uhh, Ran. Oh runes.
[Aya snorts, her smirk softening a bit as she leans in to press a cheek to Caesar's for a brief silent moment. She's adorable, and Aya feels a little bad for baiting like that.]
Mnn... It's okay. [She says softly as she reaches for another shirt.] I think the black one. [It has sleeves long enough to cover her arms and length enough to hide the fact that her jeans are half open, her hip being just that much wider than before.]
[Caesar purrs and nuzzles against Aya, tilting her head to kiss her cheek.] You seem to be taking this pretty well, dear heart.
[She looks over her shoulder, nodding.] Sounds good. Let's get you comfortable, mm? [She steps back a little, trying to hide her amusement behind a hand.] Aaah, I'm sorry. I was so worried about the upper half, I forgot you might have, uh, filled out a bit below.
[Aya glances at Caesar when she pulls away, eying her obvious amusement spilling out behind that useless hand... and she snorts.] I was waiting it to happen. I find it pointless to get all awkward about it. Don't care what... what the hell they throw at me. [The rest is muttered silently as she turns away with the black shirt. Sena's out there alone, being tortured. It still pisses her off like only very few things can..]
Don't worry. These are just fine for the few remaining days. [She says while pulling off her old shirt.]
[Caesar makes a face.] Well, you did have a little bit more time to prepare.
[She turns around -- not trying to look, really, just following the source of conversation. She's a bit more modest as a girl, but Caesar as a boy isn't particularly modest at all. Army life, huh?] Mmkay. [She notices the scars across her back from when she'd tried to go find Ken, her mouth forming into a little 'o' of surprise. Hesitantly, she runs her hand across one.] Now this is completely interesting.
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Ran..? Where'd you escape to?
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I'm here, [she says while walking to the foyer. Her voice is pleasantly low but definitely a female voice. It makes her frown a bit.]
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[She blinks at Aya for a few minutes before moving toward the kitchen to deposit her burden on the table, turning again to study Aya some more.] I think I'm probably the only one who seemed to have taken on the structure of a fourteen-year old. Are you getting any more used to it, yet?
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[She follows after Caesar, pulling down the hem of her shirt that wants to ride up over her stomach, pooling over her chest. She growls a little, frustrated.] Lucky you. My balance is still rotten, but I guess it's slightly better now.
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[She looks back at Aya, wisely not mentioning her rather unfortunate troubles.] A little longer and it won't be much different at all. Though ... [Caesar eyes Aya's chest a little speculatively] ... you might have a tiny bit more trouble than I did.
[With that, she grins at Aya, gesturing with her head toward the pile of clothing.] I didn't know what you'd like, so there's a bit of variety.
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[The kiss on Caesar's forehead is sweet, just a brush of warm lips. Aya reaches around her to lift up the first clothing on the pile.] This is just fine if I can fit myself into it.
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[She smiles, smoothing Aya's tortured shirt back down her waist, interested in the accentuated curve of waist and hips, even more defined now.] There's a few different sizes in there. Clothing isn't exactly my area of expertise, but with, ah, imprecise measurements, I had to guess.
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Tell me, how would you describe it precisely, smartass? [Aya gives a bit of growl beside Caesar's ear, still raking through the pile of clothes with her free hand. She's amused; the growl hardly irritated either. Perhaps she's joking.]
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Well ... the thing is, you never explained whether you meant your fists or mine. [Caesar snickers.] There's a bit of a difference.
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[When Caesar speaks again, Aya snorts, shifting her gaze back to the strategist. There's a playful dare in the arch of her brows and a pale smile curving her lips.] You're welcome to take measurements now. [The hell if he's going to let the Malnosso win by letting this bother her. Like Ken said, she's still herself, even when equipped with tits.]
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Mnn... It's okay. [She says softly as she reaches for another shirt.] I think the black one. [It has sleeves long enough to cover her arms and length enough to hide the fact that her jeans are half open, her hip being just that much wider than before.]
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[She looks over her shoulder, nodding.] Sounds good. Let's get you comfortable, mm? [She steps back a little, trying to hide her amusement behind a hand.] Aaah, I'm sorry. I was so worried about the upper half, I forgot you might have, uh, filled out a bit below.
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Don't worry. These are just fine for the few remaining days. [She says while pulling off her old shirt.]
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[She turns around -- not trying to look, really, just following the source of conversation. She's a bit more modest as a girl, but Caesar as a boy isn't particularly modest at all. Army life, huh?] Mmkay. [She notices the scars across her back from when she'd tried to go find Ken, her mouth forming into a little 'o' of surprise. Hesitantly, she runs her hand across one.] Now this is completely interesting.
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