| [Jan. 12th, 2011|08:12 pm] |
Asuma leaned one shoulder against the rustic doorjamb. "Y'know," he said conversationally, "women can totally pee standing up. I used to know this jounin... What?"
In the background, the strutting teenager stuffed his wrist into his mouth. The boy's father snorted like a woken wolf. Kiba cackled. Hana made the strangled sound of a young girl trying very hard to be mature. Tori rolled her eyes.
Asuma congratulated himself on keeping all the names straight, and focused on Tsume. Only years of practice kept his jaw from dropping down to his knees, just about.
The dress was the attention grabber -- mostly because it was a dress. On Tsume. And a hell of a dress, at that. Scarlet as flame and slit up to the thighs on both sides, the only thing that kept it from being completely indecent was that well-cut black coat and the fact that it drew only very subtle attention to her cleavage. Instead he found his eyes at her throat, unadorned by any kind of necklace, but lean and bare and begging to be bitten...
Of course, she'd probably bite him back.
Grinning, Asuma took in the rest of the picture. No earrings and serious ass-kicker boots, because some things never changed, but they'd done something to make her tattoos stand out: two long dagger-streaks of bloody red down the arches of her cheekbones. There was make-up, too. Dark shadows swept skillfully across her eyelids, turning the shape a little feline, and darker lipstick painted over the cut of her mouth. It wasn't pretty -- it was dangerous. Deadly and gorgeous and only half a step away from warrior-paint.
With great effort, Asuma forced himself not to wolf-whistle. Instead, her presented the potted, be-ribboned cactus to Tori with great aplomb and a little bow, and dug into his pocket for Tsume's gift.
"I thought you'd understand the bristles," he told her sister with a quick grin. Tsume's present attempted to stab him under the thumbnail; he winced and yanked it out, flipping it over the back of his wrist before tossing it to her.
"Here, darlin'. It won't match your outfit, but it's almost as pretty as you are." |
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