Ready or Not, Here I Come! [CLOSED]

[point_to_heaven]

Characters: Kamina, Shion
Content: Shion's challenged Kamina to a little game of hide-and-seek and up until now he's been unsuccessful.  A quick trip to the radio room for some spare parts just could reverse his luck, and he might get a little creeped out to boot!
Setting: Radio room of the Fiertia
Time: Early afternoon
Warnings: Kamina's mouth, Shion

Comments

SORRY I'M LATE. But! Now the fun can begin. ♥ And don't worry, I'll be gentle~.

[ribbonyidentity]

Shion didn't usually mix business with pleasure. After all, each belonged to a seperate category and entailed a different agenda. However, that afternoon, the network didn't have anything interesting. Sure, there was a whole mass hysteria - albeit, in a very subtle, building way - running around and someone claiming to own everyone's breasts - men included, this guy really didn't discriminate apparently - but, like always, there were times the slew of activity slowed to a lull. Those stirred by the news of some cook encouraging others to strip when they liked the meal, and those debating over the words of Joseph Falls, all eventually quieted. Although it usually occurred during the evening, it wasn't always

e-eep. [/cowers in the corner]

[point_to_heaven]

Kamina had expected a mess of wires and tubes not...flowers and streamers and fabric. He gaped at it all with an open mouth before regaining some sort of control and clearing his throat. He hadn't expected a girl to be manning the radios. "Uh..I came down here for some stuff to put on my journal if you had any spare parts--." His voice trailed off after noticing the green hair. The guy on the network had said something about Mion having the same color hair, right? At least, that's what he thought he remembered. Maybe if he stuck around it'd come to mind a bit faster.

"Hey, you need help sortin' this stuff out?" he offered. Men helped in whatever way they could, even if they people didn't ask for it. Not to mention it would help him figure out if this was really Mion.

Oh, don't hide, darling~. This'll be enjoyable for us both!

[ribbonyidentity]

"Ah...a little," Shion admitted, her smile widening slightly as she swiftly surveyed the area. "But I have enough time to sort all this out by myself..." She hesitated for a second, glancing over at the other. "Of course, if you want to help, be my guest!" She sent him a small wink. "I'll be most grateful, actually." After all, who was she to turn down assistance? By herself, it would most certainly take quite a long time. She wanted to preoccupy herself, but not spend all evening finishing it.

"Oh, but first..." Placing the scissor on the floor, she began to stand, letting the cloth fall to the floor in a small spiral. "You wanted some spare parts, right? Let me grab some for you." She shifted, keeping her gaze adhered to the young man. "What do you need?" She paused for a moment, before allowing realization to light her face.

"By the way...I don't think I've caught your name yet...?" She lightly tilted her head, an inquisitive look in her eyes.

Your words say 'yes', but your crazy taser antics say 'no'. B|

[point_to_heaven]

He tilted his head in return, scratching his cheek in an embarrassed way. On first meeting, most girls either hit or yelled at him, not winked. That was usually because he hit on them in a crude manner, but that was beside the point. Kamina was unused to the attention. "Just tell me what ya need to have moved an' stuff," he said while he shuffled his feet. "I got loads o' time after this is done ta get what I need." He stepped over several strings of lights and rolls of fabric to reach the scissors, bend down, and hold them out to her, handle first. "'m Kamina, one of the gunners that just came on board."