| [Jan. 23rd, 2009|06:36 pm] |
Dogs were not subtle, Asuma reminded himself. And neither, apparently, was Tsume.
"Allergic to chicken, too," he said, weaving the right amount of too bad, so sad into his expression, before cutting right across Kuromaru's ever-so-helpful next suggestion ("Pork, then!"), and straight to Tsume.
"Nineteen?" he guessed next, which earned him a yeah, right eyebrow twitch. Interest re-piqued, he balanced his elbows once more on the table and gave her another once over--at least, the parts of her he could see. "Y'know, this'd be a lot easier if you were wearing clothes for your figure. Like--well, anything else. Twenty-one?"
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