| [May. 28th, 2009|07:34 pm] |
A sliding sideways glance told him exactly nothing; Natsumi's mask hid her face, and she talked almost as precisely as she walked, when she wasn't tripping over things. There might have been a flicker of humour... "Depends which cheeks." He thought briefly, then amended: "Scratch that. I like them all. Just promise you don't intend to give me a buttock piercing in the near future? I'm sorta attached to my ability to sit down."
At close range, I'm much less effective., she'd said. But archery hadn't featured anywhere in that sentence. And she wasn't exactly lugging around the equipment to start slinging arrows--
But she was carrying scrolls. A bow couldn't be that hard to seal.
Asuma let his eyes dip from hard-muscled shoulders to a trim waist, hugged by armour, then back up to everything that filled out the curving chest-plate in-between. Thoughtfully, he lifted an eyebrow.
"I hate to point out a stereotype, but don't you need to be a little less--" He picked and discarded words before finally settling on, "Developed, for bow-work?" |
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