He was not supposed to play the knight. In any form or fashion. And he had said as much to Ran [though for some reason the comments on her breasts seemed to stick more vividly in his mind], yet here he was. . . coming to the rescue.
But only for one very good reason - Orihime was drunk. Which meant she wouldn't remember. Though if someone saw them. . .he'd think of something later or settle the affair with an icy glare. Those usually worked, though something told him that the residents here weren't so easily affected.
He'd told her to wait though, so after stepping into his shoes, Sasuke exited his apartment and up to where he suspected Orihime [aka one damsel in distress] to be waiting.
"This doesn't make me your bitch," he stated pointedly, arms crossing over his chest as he eyed the girl who seemed more fairy tale than real. But she was mostly definitely of his reality or else he wouldn't be standing here. "Got it?"
Orihime looked uuuuup at Sasuke. Which involved leaning back just a bit too far. Thankfully the stairs did not let her fall too far back. Though she did hit her head a little hard which was kind of ow.
"...okay." She agreed after a moment of thought "BUT ONLY IF- ... we're BFF."
Resistance was to be expected. Well, it was either that or total compliance, but since when did anyone ever seem to blindly follow whatever he. . .Ok, so this was beside the point.
There was, however, one little problem with his current situation - He had no idea what the hell she was talking about. At all. Irritation gave way to momentary confusion, which was lengthened when he recalled the whole not dating someone rule that had kicked this whole mess off.
"What the hell is a BFF?"
There was no way he was just going to agree to some strange acronym for something that pretty much spelled disaster for him in some shape or form. his left hand shot out, a one-time offer of assistance before he resorted to other measures.
"Are we BFF?" she asked then. Orihime might be completely smashed, but she was smart enough and coherent enough to know better than to explain what "BFF" stood for if she wanted Sasuke to agree to it. She sat up, running a hand through her red hair in an attempt to straighten it somewhat, and smiled brightly up at Sasuke again.
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But only for one very good reason - Orihime was drunk. Which meant she wouldn't remember. Though if someone saw them. . .he'd think of something later or settle the affair with an icy glare. Those usually worked, though something told him that the residents here weren't so easily affected.
He'd told her to wait though, so after stepping into his shoes, Sasuke exited his apartment and up to where he suspected Orihime [aka one damsel in distress] to be waiting.
"This doesn't make me your bitch," he stated pointedly, arms crossing over his chest as he eyed the girl who seemed more fairy tale than real. But she was mostly definitely of his reality or else he wouldn't be standing here. "Got it?"
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"...okay." She agreed after a moment of thought "BUT ONLY IF- ... we're BFF."
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There was, however, one little problem with his current situation - He had no idea what the hell she was talking about. At all. Irritation gave way to momentary confusion, which was lengthened when he recalled the whole not dating someone rule that had kicked this whole mess off.
"What the hell is a BFF?"
There was no way he was just going to agree to some strange acronym for something that pretty much spelled disaster for him in some shape or form. his left hand shot out, a one-time offer of assistance before he resorted to other measures.
"Would you just stand up already?"
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"Sayyes."
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