| [May. 1st, 2009|02:15 pm] |
"You do those? High class ones with painted sake cups and fancy mochi, I'll bet." There was another thing he ought to do with Kaito. That would probably go over real well... Maybe Raidou could help? But then it would turn manly and they'd drink beer and joke around--not the sort of party manners Kaito would need for seductions. He'd almost consider asking Natsumi to help, except for the whole Kaito being a mess around her, presuming again that she was Kaito's girl. Then again, that could be a plus...
"If you invite me to your next hanami," he told her, "I could probably recite some bad poetry, if you wanted. Maybe even some halfway decent poetry, if I really tried. I haven't forgotten all of my lessons."
He bit into his mochi thoughtfully, staring into the middle distance. Natsumi wasn't in Eros, but she'd probably had to take some of the same classes he'd had. There were a lot of classes in the arts that the girls had to take, on the theory they'd be more useful in infiltrations that way.
Of course she was a combat specialist. Bows and arrows, unless you counted those tiny collapsible wrist-mounted ones, were hardly the weapons of choice for the kinds of missions most kunoichi took. Natsumi, though... What had Kaito said about their mission? A rescue. He hadn't mentioned his partner getting hurt, which argued against Natsumi being the girl he'd been pining over, but...
"So anyway," he said, putting down the half-eaten sweet and picking up his cup. "You said you were looking for me 'cause you heard I was a medic who could keep a secret. You get hurt on a mission in some embarrassing way, or you just have a thing for guys who carry around extra bandages in their gear?" |
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