[OOC: Hi, I’ve seen you around and I think Masaomi is cute :P. This girl here is quite flirty (and she’s 22) but I know he’s just 16 so please rest easy that I’m not going for smut here, even though she will act a bit naughty... Feel free to ignore this, though, if not interested.]
Camille sat cross-legged at the foot of her bed and looked at the boy sleeping on it. They had met just last night. He had been sitting at a bus stop, having missed the last bus and didn’t have enough money to pay for a taxi. She lived close by and had offered to put him up for the night.
Poor boy had been so tired he’d fallen asleep on Camille’s bed almost immediately. She slept on the couch, it was all perfectly chaste. Come morning she felt a little mischievous and decided to play a prank on him. Oh, it was all in good humor, and she did feel some remorse for her actions
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"Hahah, more like tied to the vacuum cleaner. No, but I had to make sure you don't run off the minute you wake up. Hmm, too bad you didn't turn out to be what I wanted."
Camille sips her mostly cold coffee now (because of how much milk she had added) and curiously looks at Masaomi.
He feigns indignation. "Me? Not what you wanted?" Grabs his chest dramatically. He's that insulted! (Well, not really.) "If I'm not up to your standards, you'll have to search your love interest in the heavens! Won't find anything better on earth, that's for sure."
And that question gets him smiling again. "I'm good at everything your heart could possibly desire! ... Except maybe the cleaning." Heh. Yeah, he'd rather not do that, thanks.
Oh, that amuses and surprises her greatly. He's doing a complete 180 here, but of course she already got a little taste of his flirting last night.
"Oh, I'm sure we would be a match made in said heaven - if I were a few years younger. The way things are now, I'm afraid we have to suppress our love for one another and look for a substitute. It is all very sad..."
She grins. "But you can surely impress your friends if you just color this story for them."
"Age is just a number! Would you let something so simple stand in the way of our love?"
180's are sort of what he does. He goes along with anything and everything that comes to mind, completely and utterly - but while he exaggerates it all to ridiculous proportions, he only rarely lies. It's the same here: while he couldn't genuinely say Camille is the love of his life, he's more than happy to convince her and himself otherwise. Life's much more fun if you live it to the fullest like that!
O-ho, she'd let him do that? Really? "I've already spent the night in your bed! Not much coloring needed." Smirk.
"I fear that I- that we must. The world might not be ready for us being an item."
He's really asking for what's going to happen right about now... Camille gets up very casually and pretends to walk towards the fridge, but instead she quickly leans down and kisses Masaomi's forhead.
She straightens up, tilting her head and waiting for his response.
He hums thoughtfully at that statement. True, the world might implode with the force of their awesome - but he was willing to risk it if she was!
And then she kisses his forehead, which catches him completely off-guard and makes him look, for just a moment, every bit as young as he is, eyes wide and looking for any signs of joking - or, rather, looking for the genuine truth of the feelings behind the kiss. Even if it's innocent, he'll take any kind of love or approval on offer.
The words come a split second too late, but come they do, and that makes it a little easier to switch back into his usual behavior. "Nah - they might think you were trying to get away from me! Some impression that would make."
Would he ever tell them that she tied him up? Hmm... maybe. But, for now at least, he prefers to keep the information to himself. It wasn't all that bad, after all...
If there is any feeling behind that kiss it borders on "motherly love" by this stage and he wouldn't want to know it. She's tempted to ruffle his hair but refrains from it. Nobody likes that except the person doing it.
"You might be right. And there's no reason for you to lie. Anyway, a true gentleman always keeps some things to himself."
Camille returns to her seat. She's finished her breakfast but doesn't want Masaomi to think he needs to hurry. It's Saturday and she doesn't have to go anywhere.
[OOC: can't quite make my posts as long as you, but I hope that's ok :)]
Well, the word 'mother' in that context would be enough to freak anyone out, but he'll take the love, anyway! Most women run away from Masaomi, and even if he sorta asks for that, the way he acts around them... it's still nice to have someone who doesn't mind putting up with him. Especially if she's hot!
Having finished his coffee, Masaomi chews on some toast and drinks his juice and is generally abusing Camille's hospitality to the max - but he does really appreciate it. "True gentleman - that's me!" A gentleman who's currently speaking with his mouth full, but hey, details.
"So... what are your plans for today?"
((OOC: They're more than long enough! Sorry, I tend to ramble sometimes. I don't need long posts if you're forcing them, though! As long as I have something to react to, even if it's said in a single sentence, that's fine.))
She props her chin against one hand and pokes the bread crumbs on the table with her other hand. It's nice having company for breakfast. It's been awhile.
She chuckles at his comment.
"Oh... I might just spend it in bed. Luckily I'm not one of those people who need to work during weekends. Why you ask? Wanna join me or something? Aren't you expected wherever you were going last night?"
[OOC: well, that's what I'm aiming for; that there's something you can reply to at least :). I like explaining thoughts behind actions but she's a fairly new muse AND a bit shallow, haha. I'm really grateful for the opportunity to play/voicetest with Masaomi, though.]
Finishing the last of his toast, Masaomi washes it down with what's left of his juice, swallowing a burp that threatened to emerge with a soft 'scuse me.
"Ah, my female fans can do without me a little while longer... especially since I've got one of them right here!" Yes, you're a fan, Camille. Just so you know. "Wouldn't mind joining you - but are you sure that's safe? If you're gonna stay in bed, that is."
Bad, bad joke that isn't even funny - but he's amusing himself. So much. Should probably at least check his phone before committing to spending the day with her, though... Now, where did he leave that thing?
((OOC: Well, it's going great! Having fun. :) Need bed now, though. Night!))
"I knew it! You're a J-Pop star, aren't you? Now I have something to tell my friends, too." She laughs as she grabs a pen from the windowsill. There are all kinds of stuff she's left there: magazines and newspapers, empty cookie box and old receipts... and that pen.
"I want an autograph. Right here." She holds out her arm closer to Masaomi.
"It's safe, don't worry. It's been established already that I treat you ever so nicely." She wouldn't get on that bed with him, though, not even in the most innocent of ways. If he wants to hang around a bit, that's alright. She suspects he'll soon want to go home.
A J-Pop star? HAH! It's ridiculous for various reasons - and he loves it.
"Don't tell anyone! I'm incognito, don'tcha know?" Ho - wait! "Then again, if you and your friends want a group date..."
Taking the pen from her, he writes his name on her arm as requested. Last name, first name - and a little heart at the end of the final stroke. He's sort of proud of that finishing touch.
She knows nothing of J-Pop, of course, except that such thing exists. And hopefully Masaomi understands that most of the things she's saying are just jokes.
"I'm not gonna share you with anyone. You're much too cute." Camille inspects the autograph on her arm with an approving eye. "Aww, a little heart, as well."
She looks up at him. "Now, I'm not throwing you out yet or anything but you're sure you wouldn't want to call someone to let them know you're alright?" That someone possibly being a mother or a father - for he looks young enough to still live at home.
Jokes are great! He's all for jokes of any kind. The world is far too serious and depressing as it is, and Masaomi intends to pretend it isn't as much as he possibly can.
He beams a smile as she calls him cute - he's really too easily flattered - although it wavers slightly as she mentions calling people. "Maybe... Can't seem to find my phone, though." Where did you last see it, Masaomi...? Well, that was like asking himself where he'd last seen his own clothes. On him, of course!
"Maybe it slipped out of my pocket while I was sleeping..." He didn't exactly check the bed after she untied him. He was more than happy to leave it at the time! Now, he gets up and goes back to it. Everything's fine and good, but... he wants to make sure he hasn't lost his phone somewhere. Because that would suck.
"I saw you handling the phone at the bust stop and I'm pretty sure you brought it with you."
She gets up from the table as well, and starts pulling the blankets off the bed - but there are no sign of Masaomi's phone.
"Your shoes are in the hallway, better go and check if you left it there when you came in." She didn't want people to walk in her apartment with shoes on.
Camille sat cross-legged at the foot of her bed and looked at the boy sleeping on it. They had met just last night. He had been sitting at a bus stop, having missed the last bus and didn’t have enough money to pay for a taxi. She lived close by and had offered to put him up for the night.
Poor boy had been so tired he’d fallen asleep on Camille’s bed almost immediately. She slept on the couch, it was all perfectly chaste. Come morning she felt a little mischievous and decided to play a prank on him. Oh, it was all in good humor, and she did feel some remorse for her actions ( ... )
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Camille sips her mostly cold coffee now (because of how much milk she had added) and curiously looks at Masaomi.
"What are you good at, then?"
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And that question gets him smiling again. "I'm good at everything your heart could possibly desire! ... Except maybe the cleaning." Heh. Yeah, he'd rather not do that, thanks.
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"Oh, I'm sure we would be a match made in said heaven - if I were a few years younger. The way things are now, I'm afraid we have to suppress our love for one another and look for a substitute. It is all very sad..."
She grins. "But you can surely impress your friends if you just color this story for them."
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180's are sort of what he does. He goes along with anything and everything that comes to mind, completely and utterly - but while he exaggerates it all to ridiculous proportions, he only rarely lies. It's the same here: while he couldn't genuinely say Camille is the love of his life, he's more than happy to convince her and himself otherwise. Life's much more fun if you live it to the fullest like that!
O-ho, she'd let him do that? Really? "I've already spent the night in your bed! Not much coloring needed." Smirk.
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He's really asking for what's going to happen right about now... Camille gets up very casually and pretends to walk towards the fridge, but instead she quickly leans down and kisses Masaomi's forhead.
She straightens up, tilting her head and waiting for his response.
"You could say you tied me up?"
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And then she kisses his forehead, which catches him completely off-guard and makes him look, for just a moment, every bit as young as he is, eyes wide and looking for any signs of joking - or, rather, looking for the genuine truth of the feelings behind the kiss. Even if it's innocent, he'll take any kind of love or approval on offer.
The words come a split second too late, but come they do, and that makes it a little easier to switch back into his usual behavior. "Nah - they might think you were trying to get away from me! Some impression that would make."
Would he ever tell them that she tied him up? Hmm... maybe. But, for now at least, he prefers to keep the information to himself. It wasn't all that bad, after all...
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"You might be right. And there's no reason for you to lie. Anyway, a true gentleman always keeps some things to himself."
Camille returns to her seat. She's finished her breakfast but doesn't want Masaomi to think he needs to hurry. It's Saturday and she doesn't have to go anywhere.
[OOC: can't quite make my posts as long as you, but I hope that's ok :)]
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Having finished his coffee, Masaomi chews on some toast and drinks his juice and is generally abusing Camille's hospitality to the max - but he does really appreciate it. "True gentleman - that's me!" A gentleman who's currently speaking with his mouth full, but hey, details.
"So... what are your plans for today?"
((OOC: They're more than long enough! Sorry, I tend to ramble sometimes. I don't need long posts if you're forcing them, though! As long as I have something to react to, even if it's said in a single sentence, that's fine.))
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She chuckles at his comment.
"Oh... I might just spend it in bed. Luckily I'm not one of those people who need to work during weekends. Why you ask? Wanna join me or something? Aren't you expected wherever you were going last night?"
[OOC: well, that's what I'm aiming for; that there's something you can reply to at least :). I like explaining thoughts behind actions but she's a fairly new muse AND a bit shallow, haha. I'm really grateful for the opportunity to play/voicetest with Masaomi, though.]
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"Ah, my female fans can do without me a little while longer... especially since I've got one of them right here!" Yes, you're a fan, Camille. Just so you know. "Wouldn't mind joining you - but are you sure that's safe? If you're gonna stay in bed, that is."
Bad, bad joke that isn't even funny - but he's amusing himself. So much. Should probably at least check his phone before committing to spending the day with her, though... Now, where did he leave that thing?
((OOC: Well, it's going great! Having fun. :) Need bed now, though. Night!))
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"I want an autograph. Right here." She holds out her arm closer to Masaomi.
"It's safe, don't worry. It's been established already that I treat you ever so nicely." She wouldn't get on that bed with him, though, not even in the most innocent of ways. If he wants to hang around a bit, that's alright. She suspects he'll soon want to go home.
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"Don't tell anyone! I'm incognito, don'tcha know?" Ho - wait! "Then again, if you and your friends want a group date..."
Taking the pen from her, he writes his name on her arm as requested. Last name, first name - and a little heart at the end of the final stroke. He's sort of proud of that finishing touch.
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"I'm not gonna share you with anyone. You're much too cute." Camille inspects the autograph on her arm with an approving eye. "Aww, a little heart, as well."
She looks up at him. "Now, I'm not throwing you out yet or anything but you're sure you wouldn't want to call someone to let them know you're alright?" That someone possibly being a mother or a father - for he looks young enough to still live at home.
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He beams a smile as she calls him cute - he's really too easily flattered - although it wavers slightly as she mentions calling people. "Maybe... Can't seem to find my phone, though." Where did you last see it, Masaomi...? Well, that was like asking himself where he'd last seen his own clothes. On him, of course!
"Maybe it slipped out of my pocket while I was sleeping..." He didn't exactly check the bed after she untied him. He was more than happy to leave it at the time! Now, he gets up and goes back to it. Everything's fine and good, but... he wants to make sure he hasn't lost his phone somewhere. Because that would suck.
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She gets up from the table as well, and starts pulling the blankets off the bed - but there are no sign of Masaomi's phone.
"Your shoes are in the hallway, better go and check if you left it there when you came in." She didn't want people to walk in her apartment with shoes on.
[OOC: Sorry for multiple edits]
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