Who: Muguruma Kensei shortfuseken & Kuna Mashiro maschera_verde What: Kensei feels that, unfortunately, he needs to check up on Mashiro When: Saturday night, day 145 Where: Starting from Mashiro's place. Who knows where it'll end up.
She pursed her lips and shuffled over to a chair, plopping down and pulling her boots off. "Isn't that hard to out drink me, y'know. I'm tiny compared to you." she replied.
Once the bottle was back in her hand she took another swig then blinked. "I...I...think I've had...enough..." she said as she handed it back over to him. "It...its kinda hot." she grumbled before realizing what he had said about her hair.
Kensei eyed the bottle, realizing it was nearly done anyway, so he took it to his lips and finished it off. "Hows the tatt healing by the way?" He asked, setting the empty bottle down on the coffee table. Apparently, now it was his turn to ask something randomly.
The older one leaned over, taking hold of the edge of her shirt and pulled it down a moment to get a good look of her new tattoo. She did what he suggested... and that was to get it lower. "Looks good." He commented, and then finally noticed the shuffling she was doing.
She watched him as he leaned over and took a look at her tattoo. "If you wanted...too see it you...coulda just asked, y'know?" she said as she finally managed to get her pants undone, and was soon in the middle of wiggling out of them.
"...It's hoooot!" she groaned, stopping with her pants partially down.
"For the love of.." She started wiggling out of her pants and he let out a breath, leaning back on the couch and rubbing his temples. "I could've opened a window." He really didnt know what was going through her head sometimes.
"Too late." she said as she finished pulling her pants off, tossing them over to where her boots were. "Much better..." she said with a satisfied sigh and made herself more comfortable on the couch.
"You're ridiculous, you know that?" He muttered, raising an eyebrow at her. "Itsa good thingyou'regood witha knife, who the hellknows where you'dbe now." His words slurred a little... suddenly feeling the urge to drink some more. Kensei stood up and walked over to the kitchen.
The younger assassin giggled. "Yuuuuup!" She giggled again as Kensei words came out slurred, he didn't normally get drunk so fast.
Mashiro jumped up and nearly fell over as she followed after him, sure she was done with the vodka (not just because it was gone) but she wasn't yet done drinking.
Kensei was a bit surprised on how fast it hit him too... but he had some pride and wasnt about to admit it. He looked through his alcohol stash and found some rum.... and pulled it out.
"I've gotta say I've been gettinsick of your complaining. Next time someone rejects you I ratherhave you stab themin the face than deal with your whining." He blinked at her. "...Wait, I shouldnt tellyou that."
The older assassin took a swig of the rum and handed it over to Mashiro. "You really thinkithas todo with the tits thing? Maybe youjust suck at dancing." He sat down.
Mashiro leaned against the counter as she watched Kensei pull out the rum and take a swig. She took a good gulp herself once it was in her hands. "I'll keep thatin mind." she replied, her own words starting to slur now.
"I don't suckat danshin'!" she protested with a huff. "I cans prove't too!" She glared at him and set the rum down, yeah dancing her current state was a great idea.
Kensei took the rum in his hands, lifting it up to take a drink before shaking his head. "You know if your dancenow you'reonly gonna prove my point." He relaxed comfortably on a chair by the counter, taking a swig.
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"Oh...um...thanks."
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"Too hot..." she mumbled again.
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"...Mashiro... what the fuck're ya doing?"
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"...It's hoooot!" she groaned, stopping with her pants partially down.
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Mashiro jumped up and nearly fell over as she followed after him, sure she was done with the vodka (not just because it was gone) but she wasn't yet done drinking.
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"I've gotta say I've been gettinsick of your complaining. Next time someone rejects you I ratherhave you stab themin the face than deal with your whining." He blinked at her. "...Wait, I shouldnt tellyou that."
The older assassin took a swig of the rum and handed it over to Mashiro. "You really thinkithas todo with the tits thing? Maybe youjust suck at dancing." He sat down.
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"I don't suckat danshin'!" she protested with a huff. "I cans prove't too!" She glared at him and set the rum down, yeah dancing her current state was a great idea.
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