| Drunk on Dreams [closed to Ryouma and Tsume] | [Jul. 1st, 2008|11:50 pm] |
[[This thread begins the Mission of DOOM. Its title, along with the titles of subsequent threads, is inspired by the song Let Her Go. Takes place five days after The Hardest Part Is Over]]
By the last week of February, Ryouma had already begun concocting a grand theory on why Intel guys were notoriously drab and Intel girls were, without fail, gorgeous. (He included the mission desk chuunin in this assessment; when you were able to concentrate on something besides bleeding on their desks, those girls were knock-outs.) So far he had a few possible explanations for his Theory of Why The Intel Girls Are Hot and the Guys Aren't (But Are Ambiguously Gay Anyway), including the possibility that pretty women preferred desk jobs to field missions and the rather more likely possibility that they had invented some sort of arcane jutsu to suck attractiveness from their male coworkers and bestow it upon themselves. His current favorite was that the top brass knew that some of the ninja they'd send out would never return, and decided to give them something blazin' hot to look at while they were receiving their death sentences.
That didn't quite explain why many of the male debriefers weren't terribly good-looking, given the preponderance of gay men in the Hunter ranks, but Ryouma had faith that someone would sort it out.
In the meantime, he was certainly enjoying his time alone with the gorgeous brunette holding his mission file. "When's the departure time?" he inquired, slinging one arm over the back of his chair and gazing at the girl instead of the file. "If we've got time for dinner, I know this great little place out along the river. Y'know what they say about heading out with any regrets..."
"You'll only have an hour, Tousaki-san," the girl said. "I'm terribly sorry." She looked like she really was.
"I'll just have to make it back, then," Ryouma said, and grinned at her. |
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