douze. [rl with kamina]

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[ As silly as it was, Sheryl was feeling pretty cheery from that secret. She waited for Kamina by the front of her hotel, hoping that he'd actually wear appropriate clothing (i.e. a shirt) as she tapped her foot, humming to herself. This was a songwriting sort of mood. She was wearing her usual getup of aviators and a floppy hat; the sun had mostly set by now, but she liked being able to go around unrecognized. ]

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[ it's all right, Sheryl agrees. And to maintain at least some of the element of surprise, rather than attacking him ferociously like he probably suspected, she leans forward and starts to nip teasingly at one of his ears ]

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[a clever plan indeed. what little air left in his lungs is in the process of vacating at a rapid pace with each bite.] O-oi....

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"Oi," what? [ said basically right into his ear, enjoy those shivers ]

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[and many shivers were had that day. also, no talking; he's kind of at her mercy now.]

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So that means I win this one, right~?

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[nodnod. the first in a long string of anticipated victories, it seems.]

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[ she kisses him on the temple before standing up ] I'm going to go put my pyjamas on.

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[he nods in mute compliance. it's only after his brain catches up with the situation that he asks only one question.] Where's your shower thing?

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Right over there! [ she points to the bathroom door, go calm yo'self down ]

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[this tag is brought to you by the letter C and the number 45.

C is for 'cold shower'. a very, very cold shower.

45 is the the number of minutes this shower lasts.

he emerges wearing naught but boxers and unbuttoned jeans, shirt slung over one shoulder. his life. it's difficult.]

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Did you take a nap in there or something? [ She's in terrycloth shorts and a tank top, reclining on the bed, reading a magazine. At least his abs are-- no we're not going down that road again ]

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[kamina sees nothing wrong with going down that road.

all.

40 minute and a half minutes.

long.

he sits cross-legged next to her, grumbling in the negative. his natural curiosity edges out his embarrassment over questions of such a ~personal manner~ in the matter of a seconds causing him to lean in to get a better look at the magazine.] What's that say?

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[ 40 minutes and a half, good god man. ] "Pretty in Pink". It's about lipstick shades. I usually don't read these that often, but I always end up buying some when I'm traveling. If you want to stay, you can sleep in the bed this time.

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[building stamina takes time, alright, shut up. the lipstick shades don't interest him nearly as much as her last sentence does.] I can stay? And I can sleep here? [points at bed]

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I'll find you some pyjama pants.

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[beams from ear to ear, a-aw]

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Found them! They're over in the bag. [ Yeah, she may have planned for this eventuality and gone shopping. She points to a blue shopping bag by the dresser; inside, he'll find black flannel pants with flames on them. They were very hard to find in an adult size. ]

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[he hops off the bed to investigate these pants with glee, and once they're free from the bag and unfolded, he grins.] These are awesome! [strips jeans, dons pants, and returns after dumping his clothes in a pile.] Ya did a good job of pickin'.

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Somehow, I couldn't see you in plaid. [ she scoots closer and leans against him, flipping the page in her magazine ]

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Plaid?

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[ she flips through the magazine and points to a photo of a woman in a plaid jacket ] It's a common pattern.

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Hm. [leans in to get a better look at it then scrunches his nose] Dunno about wearin' that on pants.

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Flames are much manlier, right?

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Right! [fist pump!]

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[ she laughs, closing the magazine and putting it down ] Everyone should dress to suit them.