[Going home was almost a joke now. Something she still desperately wanted, wished and ached for. But something she would probably never see again.
She hadn't even liked him at first. Rude, arrogant. Same voice as Sasuke. But maybe... maybe sometimes she looked at him and saw the teammate that she had been separated from. The teammate that again, she would probably never see again.
How fair was that, Ishida wasn't a replacement for Neji. But he filled a role in her life Tenten hadn't realized she'd missed. Needed. Craved.]
Aren't you going to say anything?
[Something as mundane as lunch, she remembered his favorite --remembered that he liked Herring Soba but Ishida favored Mackerel Miso-- packed everything only sort of neatly because she didn't care and since when had she ever had to be fancy to impress him.
They fought. They trained. He explained the Quincy and she explained shinobi. He had offered to recreate her clothes from home --for a price of course, Tenten-san-- and she kept him on his toes, arguing and belligerent and
( ... )
[ He would go home. They would go home. He has remained, at least in word, ever confident of that fact. There was no other option. In the meantime, time had passed. So much time as to break a lesser person down. He hadn't been alone -- there had been others, and among them, her. She wasn't quite like anyone he knew, not really. A little of Arisawa-san, but they had hardly been close.
At some point, he'd even stopped charging for clothes.
It's become something of a routine, having lunch together. He tended to do most of the cooking, but not always. He'd had the chopsticks halfway to his mouth when it happened, when she kissed him, and his hand stayed frozen in mid-air, his eyes wide, or wider, if only a little. At her question, he lowers his hand, setting down the chopsticks. Tries to keep composed, even as his heartbeat deafens in his ears, as heat crawls up his neck. ]
Er, [ smooth, and he clears his throat. ] Did Tenten-san mean to do that?
[She laughed, it couldn't be helped. False bravado, confidence she didn't feel, was all that kept her from denying it and finding the quickest route out of there.
It wouldn't be so bad, would it? Finding comfort in a friend, a reluctant companion. She was... curious. Curious about things she had never allowed herself to think about because it would only stray her from her goals.
And that was not acceptable. But...]
No. I meant to try your soup but apparently forgot there were better ways to do so.
[Really Ishida, she could smack him for that. But when she moved to close the space between them again she ended up pausing, suddenly wary and unsure of how he would react to a repeat performance.]
I-- I'm sorry. I shouldn't, we shouldn't...
[Babbling. Maybe it help them both forget that this had ever happened.]
hahahah totally okay with it! Clever you fo sho. Totally a Spain move ♥ Adorable. edes_viragJune 24 2011, 05:15:02 UTC
[Blinks and hurries to the window where she looks down to see someone. Way...way down.]
Just a moment please.
[Turning, she grabs the large amount of ribbon curls of chestnut colored hair and gathers it in her arms. Heading to the window, she bites her lip and heaves her hair out the window towards Spain. Thick locks that seem easy enough to climb, right?]
alksdfj haha sob, there's a reason he's my easiest muse...hechizarJune 24 2011, 05:22:17 UTC
( Or easy enough to get half buried under. Goodness, what long hair! After a bit of muffled confusion, he pops out, ready to climb up your hair. Hopefully the weight of a man on your poor hair doesn't hurt too bad. )
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Lady Blue! Are you safe?
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[He smirks slightly, standing behind him, he runs his hand up his side.]
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She hadn't even liked him at first. Rude, arrogant. Same voice as Sasuke. But maybe... maybe sometimes she looked at him and saw the teammate that she had been separated from. The teammate that again, she would probably never see again.
How fair was that, Ishida wasn't a replacement for Neji. But he filled a role in her life Tenten hadn't realized she'd missed. Needed. Craved.]
Aren't you going to say anything?
[Something as mundane as lunch, she remembered his favorite --remembered that he liked Herring Soba but Ishida favored Mackerel Miso-- packed everything only sort of neatly because she didn't care and since when had she ever had to be fancy to impress him.
They fought. They trained. He explained the Quincy and she explained shinobi. He had offered to recreate her clothes from home --for a price of course, Tenten-san-- and she kept him on his toes, arguing and belligerent and ( ... )
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At some point, he'd even stopped charging for clothes.
It's become something of a routine, having lunch together. He tended to do most of the cooking, but not always. He'd had the chopsticks halfway to his mouth when it happened, when she kissed him, and his hand stayed frozen in mid-air, his eyes wide, or wider, if only a little. At her question, he lowers his hand, setting down the chopsticks. Tries to keep composed, even as his heartbeat deafens in his ears, as heat crawls up his neck. ]
Er, [ smooth, and he clears his throat. ] Did Tenten-san mean to do that?
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It wouldn't be so bad, would it? Finding comfort in a friend, a reluctant companion. She was... curious. Curious about things she had never allowed herself to think about because it would only stray her from her goals.
And that was not acceptable. But...]
No. I meant to try your soup but apparently forgot there were better ways to do so.
[Really Ishida, she could smack him for that. But when she moved to close the space between them again she ended up pausing, suddenly wary and unsure of how he would react to a repeat performance.]
I-- I'm sorry. I shouldn't, we shouldn't...
[Babbling. Maybe it help them both forget that this had ever happened.]
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Just a moment please.
[Turning, she grabs the large amount of ribbon curls of chestnut colored hair and gathers it in her arms. Heading to the window, she bites her lip and heaves her hair out the window towards Spain. Thick locks that seem easy enough to climb, right?]
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