[backdated to Thursday]
Aug. 26th, 2011 12:37 amHimiko is fixing her bike in the garage/room of her appartment. There is music blaring on her speakers and her costume is completely covered in grease. After a few minutes, the scenery starts to warp; the bike remains the same but somehow becomes shiny-er and the room smaller. Himiko doesn't seem to notice; she just keeps working.
Then a door opens and Dayran glances in, saying something in a teasing tone of voice. She flicks oil at him, marring his costume. But instead of snapping at her, he merely tugs the shirt off and throws it at her.
She ducks, blushing furiously, then drops the wrench she's been using. The clang echos throughout the dream, starting her back to reality. Dayran is gone, the bike is back to normal...
but she's still blushing.
Then a door opens and Dayran glances in, saying something in a teasing tone of voice. She flicks oil at him, marring his costume. But instead of snapping at her, he merely tugs the shirt off and throws it at her.
She ducks, blushing furiously, then drops the wrench she's been using. The clang echos throughout the dream, starting her back to reality. Dayran is gone, the bike is back to normal...
but she's still blushing.
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Date: 2011-08-26 05:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-08-26 07:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-26 07:43 pm (UTC)Shit, you could cut the asshole out real easy. Say please and I'll do it for ya. Like orderin' a sandwich with no onions. Or're you the all around jealous type? The girl gonna be a problem, too?
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Date: 2011-08-27 06:40 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-08-27 03:26 pm (UTC)