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That. That second part comes in.
He's -- a bit blank and slack-jawed for a second or two! That -- that sure sounds like date stuff.
Datey-date stuff. And yeah, they're... they are dating, but hoo-hoooooo, this feels so frickin' new and weirdly in-his-chest thrilling from the girl who hasn't used the word "boyfriend"...!]
Nah I can drink stuff just fine!
It tastes better with some blood in it and if I don't down it right away it feels weird going down if I don't shake it up first but it doesn't make me sick or anything
[And as for the rest!
Well.]
You want us to go out on a date?
[Wow, now, sonny! Don't go assuming shit!]
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hey hey heyheyhey!
hey hey!
hey.
ibuki never used the d-word.
( -` 3´-)
... but yes.
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-- Flick back over to the monitor with his posture partially re-straightening, there, and HELLO, DOLLY, his grin twists back in ear-to-ear as he practically inflates straightened -- ]
Well haha oh my god what are we waiting for??????
This place is open at night, right???
When were you gonna do this??? I could stand to take a night off of the underwater ops work and YOU got something to show me!! Let's get those calendars all marked in!!!!
his face is not a dateable one.
It's not like she's taking him out sightseeing and then to a fancy love hotel or something, SHEESH --]
uhhh ibuki didn't plan that far ahead! but it's not gonna last suuuuper long, something about it being a "springtime monster combo?"
i have no idea what werewolves and vampires have to do with springtime, but it still looks super cute, and ibuki loooves her some tea and pastries!!
so maybe we could go tonight, if you're hankering for a break so bad!
[A pause, before -]
OH WAIT
maybe it's cause werewolves and vampires are always the monsters in those dorky teen romance dramedies??
springtime is the season of love, after all!! especially among the cute and perky and youthful, like ibuki!!
but don't take that out of context, of course!!!!
AND YET...
No don't worry don't worry, your secrets are safe with me!!
[What... secrets...]
But hell yeah let's go out tonight!!!
Man if we set the date ahead then I was thinking I could come up with other things we could do but all I can think of is movies, if they have horror movies out here then they're probably all the old timey ones where nothing BIG happens.
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[Another pause, like she's typing and deleting and retyping something over and over again -
Before deciding, y'know, fuck it. It's not like anyone can see their private conversations, right?
Except the Fourth God, supposedly, but fuck him.]
impromptu date night!
but you gotta come pick ibuki up and everything, okay??
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After a... couple beats? His brow knits. And skews. Right along with the slant of his mouth. Head lifts and falls in a crooked bob - "oh-kayyy...!"
Claws still hovering over the keyboard.
...'Til she finishes that sentence. Brow arches a little higher! Before, haa, well... everything sets back in...! Niiiiice and tickly-tingly warm...
A peel of his grin back on...]
The same way I always do
Or do you want the car
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theee way you always do! it'll give ibuki some time to get a little nicer than she is now!
she just got done rolling in the garden
heheheh
iiiii'll be waiting!!! ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
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Haha you got it!!
Not too long you won't though!
Your man's coming :)
[Oh, you're coming, just not in the way you would like. (Ding!)]
Catch you before the sky gets dark!
[And with that! He...
...Pushes his laptop back. As if he's trying to pass a card or coaster across a table to skim like an air-hockey puck the rest of its way over.
It's a computer. It is too. Heavy to do that.
But no matter! All he wants is room to... sink onto his elbows. Rub his stupidly-grinning face from temple to cheekbone and back and back again...!
Sink down and cover his face with his hands, muffle something between sputtering and hissing cackles that rise and rise as his head does before the sigh out of an "OOOOooooooh...!" as he kicks his legs out and apart under the desk and... lounges!
Head lightly rockin' like a boat on a dock, aimed high, smiling with teeth bared to the gums along the upper row and a lazy look in his eyes. A heel tapping and set of claws... also tapping some invisible vertical surface.
It was dusk as of that last message - he can... bask in this... victory of fate? For a minute? Keep it tuggin' muscles that aren't... actual physical muscles up on strings?
Look, the point is he has time to let 'er do as she said she was doing.
He's a vampire! He knows the way to her place like the back of his freakin' hand by now; it ain't too hard for him to book it there when he puts his mind to it!
Which he does!
True to his word, he's on over at the door, gives a quick 'n rapping "shave and a haircut" knock on the frame -- pulls away for an open-mouthed throat-clear into the side of his fist.
Which falls into his pocket to tuck as he...
...Starts to sway and "step in place" every which way in more boat-rocking tips as he awaits.]
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What he gets to see: Ibuki standing at the door, one hand behind her back, and... decidedly fancier than usual. Not too far out of her usual get-up; more accessories, nicer piercings, and what looks to be an attempt at makeup on her fur, but otherwise mostly the same.
What he doesn't get to see: her rush to make sure her hair(-mane)'s nice enough, fumbling with all those piercings to get them swapped out, fiddling with her clothing to make sure everything's straight, tripping on the way to the door --
But no matter what, she does her best to open the door as she usually would, giving him a proper smile and everything.]
Hey! You were quicker than Ibuki expected - did you make a meal out of a jogger on your way here or something?
[Heh. Haha. Cannibalism jokes.
Her free, not-hidden hand is going to be thrown out to grab his wrist after that, though, and she attempts to tug him inside.]
Here, c'mon on, let's sit for a lil bit, first! We haven't just sat on the couch and had a good jam lately, right?
C'mon, c'mon!!
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His brow lifts - mouth just barely opens. Looking her up and down, pegging and mentally diagramming the extra little flourishes to her look - there's a moment where he careens like he's... trying to look around her, or at her side, or something, before his eyes take a zigzagging course up to her face...!
A beat -- and then a crunching-into-dust "KKHHHhhehhhh...!" laugh that draws back in with the muscles of his face twisting his grin back in.
-- It half-drops out again out of some kind of hm? when she... successfully catches his wrist. Pulls it on out of his pocket as his hand hangs limp, and he looks down to... regard it for a moment.
Before with a full mechanical head-snap, he's looking her back in the face.
Smile pulling to flash again - he leans back! As if to hold... weight at a balancing point between them, or something --
A couple higher... more dusty-flute-y quick giggles!
A tiny heel-step forward - still fluting - ]
-- All riiiiight -- ...!
[Pocketed hand unpocketing with the twist of an elbow into a "jazzhand" out by his side at a back diagonal.]
IIII'm comin' -- ! [A steady-bobbing nod!] I'm comin' up right behind ya -- ...!
[And yet! It's not until the last crackle of the vowel ending dies that he does, in fact, start to stroll on up to the doorway.]
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She's decided she likes it.
But that said - she does, indeed, pull him along - not harshly, but enough for a noticeable tug on his arm - into the keep proper, leading him to where the sofa sits.
Still keeping that other hand of hers hidden as she does, of course, but she takes him over before flopping down on her own and guiding him to join her.]
Sooo~ooo, after you logged off and stuff and Ibuki ran around like a chicken with its head cut off getting herself all nice, she took a moment to think about something, aaaand -
Here!
[Without looking at him, that hidden hand of hers gets thrust toward him - revealing it to be a bag like one would get for a birthday gift, complete with tissue paper and such. All of that looks pre-loved, like it was from her own birthday party...
(It was. It was absolutely from her party that he threw her. It's completely noticeable.)
But inside it is a black jacket of sorts; a nice suede sort of fabric with nice looking hems and a sewn on decal of a skull on its shoulder.
Also noticeable is the fact that the hem of the collar is unfinished, held together with safety pins.)]
It's not done yet... Ibuki's been working on it like a madwoman the last week-or-two!
But it's done enough for tonight, right? I was thinking, y'know, if I'm gonna get all dolled up and stuff, it's only fair that you do, too!
Sooo, this got some safety pins to hold it steady, and you can wear it for tonight!
... You know, if you want.
[She'd started looking at him partway through that - but ends up turning her face away again, obviously in some awkward show of embarrassment.
Like giving someone a gift is mushy or something.]
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With a couple twitches of his face and a brief cast-aside of his head, though, he's grinning again! Brow high-roofed - all right, all right!
Holding his wrist out like he's holding a leash. Leaning his weight back for some sense of having part of the grip, here, but following along in long... kind of uneven steps.
Only pulling back for a moment when they're inside. Holding up an index finger with a pop-open of his eyes and a tug-and-release upward in the corners of his mouth as he looks down. Twists 'imself around and shuffles his legs to get his shoes off with a step on each heel and... kicking them off to the side. Just. Letting 'em land and turn however they will.
He... tried?
He obviously thinks he did - with a cocked head and a cocksure grin and half-circle eyes turning back up to her, and a quick boost in his brow; see? I can do it without being told!
But as that's going on, he saunters right back into step!
Leans and stumbles into a last bit of tug before getting himself... roughly-planted in front of her on the couch. Hands in his pockets again.
Not... following right away again, but narrowing his eyes. Lifting his chin. Cocking his head, looking at her from a diagonal, upper row of teeth just showing in a mouth pin-twisted up at one corner. He did... notice her hiding her hand behind her back but it's way more conspicuous now.
Ooh-hoo, what you got there...
Another tip aside and in to peer around her, fingers rubbing in his pockets and one eyebrow skewing up.
And a tiny reel back straighter. Eyes just-re-widening and brow lifting. Yeah? To think about what?
The corner-grin starting to fall, and then...
A fresh pop of his eyes open, a tiny step back with hands lifting palms-down when she holds out the bag.
...Yeah. Some part of him could recognize the wrapping, if he wanted to. He has seen it before.
...But fuck that, the point is it's a present. It's a present!
His lip twitches once, some sort of tightening that holds 'em both just apart with the lower drawing back under her fangs. Hands gradually lifting as he looks up to her, down at the bag, up at her down at the gift, shoulders lifting and hunching like he wants to dive at the thing, and --
-- Hoots up a muted ha-haaaa...! as he takes ahold of the thing by the sides!
Turns to flop into the couch beside her, a rock back of his weight and then forward to plant his legs apart on the ground, hunches with a tip and a grin over it like a hyena, as he pulls the paper away and kinda... drops it? On the sofa next to him? One one instance it kind of takes shaking it off of his hand, but that's not slowing his roll! Partway twists his torso to give her a wide-eyed beam that seals and tightens with a tick and then reopens with the tip of his tongue curving up into the corner of his upper lip and a rough ahh -- ...! as he straightens back up. Pulling the bag open at the top, let's see what we got here...
...Another time that his expression starts to neutralize. Mouth closing up a little, eyes pulling to a steady squint.
Not outta anything bad, mind - it's just that all he sees is black cloth, at first! So it is indeed a what do we got here?
Reaches in, half... places the bag on the floor and half lets it drop and tip empty on the ground, pulls it out into his lap. Starts to turn and unfold it, ohh...
Picks it up by what he thinks are the shoulders. Holds it up in front of him with a look like he's just been passed someone else's baby. Another pop in his eyes and brow.
He... keeps it still! But he turns around it on one side, insssspecting it, and then to the other...
-- And on that decal! Iiiiincoming deep ah-ha! grin, oooh, I like this...!]
Hooooooo-lyyyyyyyy damn -- ...
[With clear, colored thrumming resonance in his throat before it couches in his nose.
Still grinning up a storm.
He rocks back in his seat! Throws Ibuki a look, freshly big-eyed with a giggle that smothers itself into a snort -- both o' those a mix of hee-hee, awwwwww, she's being shyyyy! and this is a date-night girlfriend present and she went and made it herself just for meeeee, oh my GOD -- !
His voice rings like a pitched-up bell:]
You SHOULDN'T haaaaave!
[Aaand with the way he starts tugging down the zipper of his hoodie and re-plopping back onto the cushion, wiggling to straighten up with the release of a breaking uuuh -- ! before falling on forward-leaning to work it off his arms behind up, with little cut-off-growly grunts?
Iiiiit should be obvious with that translates into.
Falling out more nasally filtered through air in his nose:]
-- Come on...
[...Come on and -- come on and what?
Are -- are you talking to your hoodie?
The thrumming warmed to greater glow and spread in the middle of this by a hum-in of a laugh...]
HmmmnnnnWE are gonna look --
RrrrRRMNH -- !
[Suddenly husky again. Buzzing in thin walls around it.]
-- Hhhhrrrrhhhh, so fly out there together -- !
[Ending with silent oomph that grits his teeth and narrows his eyes as it hitches into silence via a hook somewhere high. Out of the boost of the thought, again, that this is a special first! It's seriously a yeah, this is my girl! And you see this girl? I'm her boy! thing!
And he, ah. Certainly did just say the word "fly" in that context.
But, bottom line!
He does like it!
And he is very excited.
And he's putting the damn thing on right now.]