NAOMI ♥ [055]

[scientize]

Who: Naomi Hunter and YOU! Or anyone really.
Where: One of Somni's public pools
Style: First is always fastest, but I'll manage with either!
Status: OPEN FOR CR MAKING AND ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS! Come rub the woman down or something equally awesome. I am down with anything

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[27hyperdyingwil]

[worried that he would lose his ability to swim if he didn't practice, and seeing how it was insanely hot anyway, Tsuna was at the pool, doing laps and just making sure he still could swim.

until a bikini top hits him in the face. He pulls it off startled and looks around curiously to try and spot the poor owner of the top. then dutifully swims over, climbs out and walks over to her] M-miss? u-umm.. is this... yours?

[and he'll be holding it out gingerly by a strap blushing darkly. Silly little 14 year old.]

[scientize]

[Teasing grown men is one thing, but Naomi has absolutely no intention of flashing a minor. When the boy comes into sight, the much older woman wraps a towel around herself, hiding her bare skin from view.

She offers the teenager a polite smile.] Thank you! Silly strap won`t stay put.

[27hyperdyingwil]

O-of course ma'am. G-Glad to help. [and he'll just be handing it over awkwardly. Not sure what to say in this situation.]

[chose_death]

Thank the Eternal Father himself it was only her top and not her bottoms. It is nothing most of these people have not seen before, [A dry, deep voice drawls from behind young Tsuna. Perhaps it is about now that the boy may recognize a shadow blotting out the sun overhead. God knows the man looming loftily at the rear is tall enough and dense enough, with that terribly inappropriate-for-the-weather coat, to create an umbrella of shade for any small people standing beside him.

It is Inspector Javert, or Agent Gerald Javert, as Tsuna may remember. In one hand, he balances a couple of drinks and a brown bag firmly atop a disposable tray. His other hand snatches at the bikini top.]

I will take that off your hands, boy. Any redder in the face and you will be mistaken for a raspberry.

[chose_death]

[It is some time before the other people have cleared away and Naomi and Javert are left to their own devices. And their makeshift picnic lunch, which Javert had taken the time out of his schedule to fetch for her and him.

Inspector Javert curtly selects a nearby umbrella'd table and sets out the strawberry daiquiri and grilled salmon salad he brought for her (along with her favorite dressing - on the side, of course). He picks up his own plastic frothy cup of mystery drink and quirks a brow at her.]

Well! Do you expect me to serve you like those oiled shirtless lads over there? Or will you come join me?

[He drinks, watching her over his straw expectantly.]

[scientize]

[Thoroughly pleased to see that everyone else has momentarily disappeared from her immediate view, Naomi has spent the last few minutes with her intent gaze focused solely the dark figure that was Javert from her sunny spot by the poolside

[chose_death]

[Javert lightly suppresses a pinched, satisfied grin when Naomi joins him. He unwraps his own impressive, meaty, and cheesy sandwich on some indiscernable crusty bread, all the while sipping idly from his thick brownish drink.

At her suggestion, though, he thrusts her a wryly indignant stare.]

No. I will not, rather, [Javert smirks around his straw slowly. With an exaggerated motion, he leans forward and eyes her body from top to bottom, gaze lingering quite obviously on her bare shoulders, midriff, and exposed thighs.]

That would be... indecent. [The smirk broadens with a twitch. His back straightens.] Come now! You would not have these fellows see me in my bare shirtsleeves, would you?

[scientize]

[Oh please, dear. Naomi releases a very pleasant chuckle before leaning across the plastic pool table to unbutton the man's thick coat for him.] As indecent as it may be, dear, most of the eyes will stay fixed on me instead. A little bare shirtsleeves should go unnoticed.

For a few minutes at least. Your reputation won't suffer.

[And after the first few buttons are popped open, the woman settles back into her seat to finally eat. If he wants to finish her job and remove that heavy coat, good. If not, she'll leave it be. This is far too minor an issue for her to push him continuously on it.

She'll conserve that energy for future arguments.

With another smile, the woman immediately begins to pick at her salad hungrily. She points her fork towards his mystery drink before taking a bite.] What is that?