. all you have's your axe to grind . closed

[shikomizue]

Who: Takasugi Shinsuke (shikomizue) & "Friends" | Closed
What: Catch All For April-May-June
When: Over April / May / June
Where: Mostly Wyver, some Thesa and Olympia
Warning(s): alcohol + graphic violence + bang + will edit as needed

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<sub>[Maybe Solomon'll print it off and stick it on the fridge.

She's told to relax and so she does her best to, letting her expression fall into one that's a bit more refined and reserved. Her smile is far smaller, mouth closed with just a hint of fang peeking out.

Perhaps that'd do?]</sub>

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[He hadn't expected restraint, when she's bidden to do as she pleases. To relax, and abandon decorum. Something more akin to the wide, hungry grin she'd wore when he'd run into her, covered in blood and feeding.

Or something as genuine - not picturesque - as the previous shot.

She impresses him, and with a hum, he snaps a few more pictures. They're sent to her device immediately.] Show whoever you want.

I'm sure they'll all be happy to see you. [Clad in clothing he'd chosen, his interest in her marked, ever so subtly.]

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Who wouldn't be happy to see me?

_{[Ah, her cocky nature is showing. She leans back, relaxing her pose into something far more natural and fitting of her true nature.]}

I'm gorgeous. You've just made me even more so.

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[It's endearing. Takasugi cocks his head, snapping a single picture of that relaxed state and sending it along with the rest.

It isn't that she looks better at ease - she's always beautiful.]

Shouldn't you be thanking me, then?

[He approaches to lean near her, one knee on the bed bearing all of his weight while simply looks at her. Eyes skimming her jawline, her lips, as carefully as a caress.]

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_{[Well...what he's saying isn't exactly that left field, is it? Nodding she leans forward slighting, curious as to what his answer will be.]}

How do you think I should be thanking you then? Would words really be enough for a man like you?

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[Close enough for breath to mingle, there's a simple implication by what they're both saying. A relationship of give and take that so many men and their women enjoy...

Isn't what Takasugi's interested in.

When he watches her chest rise and fall, his eye gets lost in the intricate pattern of the kimono.

She's made an oddly perceptive observation. Takasugi hums, raising a hand only to tuck a stray lock of hair away before leaning back.] Words, no.

Your song, however... [He'd take a melody - this was a gift after all, not an attempt to wring a favor out of the woman.

She isn't so honorable.]