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[sadoslash]

Characters: Okita Sougo and Lucy Heartfilia
Location: Random hobo bench out in Death City
Rating: sappy
Time: January 18th -- late afternoon
Description: Will you be my girlfriend? Circle yes or no.

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[celestialistic]

Her shift at work had been fulfilled and she was now roaming around the shopping district, holding a simple package of sweets in her hand. She wasn’t necessarily attracted to sweets as a certain member of their guild was; however, it was something she was now considering as an essential, something she now habitually snacked on after every afternoon shift. Not to mention, that lately, it was a little extra something she packed for a particularly pesky and gluttonous guest. But, before she would go home and deal with that fastidious issue, she made her usual rounds to her favorite stores; eyeing new accessories, shoes, the works

[sadoslash]

It was funny in a way. Yesterday evening had been all about Lucy. He went to Itou for advice on what to do in this situation figuring the man to be the most logical (and probably most equipped to give romantic advice given his choices). Seize the day, Itou had said, amongst other things that he had a pretty hard time remembering at the moment.

Then, there she was. It was as if everything was being guided by an invisible hand -- that now was the time to make a move.

He reached over to draw his mask up so he could glance at her -- yellow hair aglow in the sunlight. He grimaced, rubbing his bloodshot eyes. It really was too bright.

"I thought I'd do an experiment to see what it was like to be homeless for a few hours..." he answered simply, not even chancing sitting up on his own. "Not really my kinda thing, I guess. Help me up?" He reached out his hands lazily to her so she could pull him.

[celestialistic]

It was strange how Sougo, despite his …S-like persona was her savior of sorts. Not that she’d admittedly divulge those types of private concerns and musings, however. Seeing him finally slip the mask off and reveal his eyes, there’s some slight shock on her features. … did he even sleep last night!?

“Are you okay?” There was mild unease laced in her voice, but nothing too severe.

Though, the diminutive amount of apprehension disappears almost immediately upon his request. “You’re hopeless,” she says nonchalantly, an almost wry look on her face as she does. Lucy obediently reaches both arms out, grabbing his single hand and heaving him upwards, with hopefully enough strength. “Ah,” though, it’s a little too close for comfort, especially with how ambiguously self-conscious as she had been feeling around him lately. She almost forgot.

Feeling the heat rise within her, she stands there awkwardly as the heat finally finds solace against her cheeks.

[sadoslash]

He does assist her a little bit because if he doesn't, he's sure that she won't be able to do a damn thing on her own. And once he's on his feet, once the world is spinning around him and he realizes he probably shouldn't have gotten up so fast -- he allows himself to go a little too far, bumping into her and draping his hands over her shoulders in some sort of lazy hug where he's not actually hugging.

Seize the day.

That is easier said than done for a backwards, country samurai who doesn't really know the first thing about dating (properly) or treating women right.

"Lucy...?" He begins, taking a pause as he tries to figure out the best way to start. And then he just goes for direct. "Do you like me?"

January 23rd -- laaazily starting a new log in an old log!

[sadoslash]

After the earthquake and the morning rush of doctors and nurses trying to clear out those who were capable of leaving so that the beds could be occupied by the more serious cases, Sougo was sent on his way. He should have gone home to take it easy and rest, but instead he found himself in solitude in the training room -- wrecking dummies and spilling their stuffed innards on the ground with his bokken. Since he was mentally picturing Itou's face, it was easy to go all out against them, even despite his bruised leg and injured arm (both of which were throbbing by the time he was done.)

Wrapping a towel around his neck, the samurai headed over to grab a bottle of water, twisting the top open and chugging some down. The training had provided a nice outlet for his frustration, but it wasn't enough. He was still in a pretty foul mood, the type of mood where he would probably lock himself up in solitary for the rest of the day and watch television because he didn't necessarily feel like dealing with the people around here.

[celestialistic]

Even though she was no stranger to injury, somehow, Lucy didn’t entirely feel comfortable with the notion of Sougo being hurt; especially under the general context that it was a fairly common occurrence. But, regardless, she held these feelings inwardly, not wanting to strike alarm or concern in the other. But that wasn’t to say she’d entirely skip over chastising him.

Mentally solidifying her preset plans, she mouths out the usual greetings before nodding in silent approval to her mini-practice round. Holding a small packaged meal which she assembled together via work, she smiles to herself.

Leaning over by the entrance of the training grounds, she eyes the place contemplatively. Though, it only takes a fraction of a second for her to spot his usual figure. Lifting her arm upwards, she gives a fervent wave before making her way towards him.

“You should have told me you’d be here.” Wow, where did her practiced lines go.

[sadoslash]

Sougo hadn't even noticed her until he caught sight of the waving out of the corner of his eye. He polished off the last of the water, dropping it in the closest garbage bin before turning to face her completely, hands tucked in his pockets. Even if he didn't feel like dealing with much of anyone at the moment, he wasn't going to turn Lucy away. He had to make sure she was okay after the earthquake, after all

[celestialistic]

She stares at him rather skeptically; she’s not exactly well-practiced or educated in the specifics revolving around swordsmanship, but she has a feeling that they don’t magically remedy soreness. Not to mention the general aura around him… she was dubious, to be honest