open RL @ the buffet

[aburningspirit]

[kamina is roving the huge selection of deliciousness while clad in boat provided flip-flops, his own totally awesome flame swimming trunks, and Meiyo slung over his shoulders.  there's a feeling he keeps getting that's almost like the Hollows back in Soul Society, but less...intense if he had to attach a qualifier to it.  almost like whatever it is is waiting.


but there's very little on his mind other than eating all he possibly can while he's here right now and that is what matters.]

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[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[she should be able to do that pretty easy at any time she wants to. kamina is very fail in these situations.]

[piercethecharts]

[ well she's just putting her hands on his shoulders, that's innocent, right?

and her left leg's bending a bit but that doesn't matter, right?

next minute she's pushed off against the bed with that leg, shoving him around, and sitting on him, grinning down ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[wait.


wait.


this is not how it was five minutes ago.



WAIT.] HOW'D YOU DO THAT?

[piercethecharts]

That's a secret!

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

You can't keep stuff like that a secret! It's no fair!

[piercethecharts]

[ here have some distracting kisses ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[well okay that works for right now, but he will demand answers.

later.

when he's not distracted by hopes and dreams or getting over being a pansy and skirting his fingers up her side.]

[piercethecharts]

[ don't worry kamina, sheryl tops everyone. she hasn't decided precisely how far she's going to let him go yet, but this is fun for now, and her hands are in his hair thoroughly messing up his style ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[his beautiful hair ;A;. his manly pride at topping ;A;. all gone in an instant. how cruel life is. kamina will simply have to make do with what cards he's dealt. he doesn't know what to do with his hands at this point so he lets them stray to her hips while he tentatively kisses his way to her collarbone.]

[piercethecharts]

[ She's fine with that. In fact, she's enjoying it. But considering she originally meant to kiss him and run away... ]

Hey, Kamina.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Sheryl?

[piercethecharts]

You're sleeping on the floor tonight.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

...huh?

[piercethecharts]

[ rolls off of him, shoving a pillow in her place ] You're sleeping on the floor!

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[blink blink. what--what is---how--then who was aimo?] How come?!

[piercethecharts]

Because I said so! I'm tired and I'm going to sleep.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[he is pretty much floored, figuratively and literally. and perhaps he could shout if he had the proper words to describe what was going on in his head. the only english equivalent would be: LDKFJALDSKJFA;OEWIJFA;SDKJFRADDARADDARAGGLEFRAGGLE

and thus, kamina attempts to make himself comfortable with his pillow that is not warm and that is not sheryl on the floor. this sucked.]