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Post by Kyou Takeda on Jul 29, 2011 0:33:42 GMT -5
"Doubtful. I don' even think 'e knows wha' a hooker is." Kyou couldn't help but giggle at the Irishman's words. There was just something funny about how he said things, not quite the accent, but the tone of the words. His giggles quieted as a brown eye was cast in his direction, and that grin directed at HIM. "Seish, who's this guy?"
Feeling like he should speak up, the Tora started to talk. "Uh- I'm Kyou..." Well, it wasn't much, but at least he didn't look too much like an idiot... although his blush was coming back.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Jul 29, 2011 20:02:38 GMT -5
"Innit he cute, Jamie?" Seishiro beamed proudly, throwing one arm over the other Tora's shoulder. He was aware the Kyou had started blushing again, though it was more from the heat radiating from the man's face than from the blush itself. "Don't let 'em scare you," he laughed reassuringly.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Jul 30, 2011 21:48:12 GMT -5
"Oh yah, definitely!" The Ookami bartender agreed. He looked about ready to say something else when another group of people showed up to order their drinks. The redhead gave a small salute and darted off to mix a few more magical concoctions.
"I'm not scared..." Kyou mumbled. Jamie was... different but he wasn't scary or anything. Actually, the photographer had a feeling that he would have an easier time around the Irishman than Seishiro. Mostly because there wasn't a hint of attraction to the redheaded Ookami like there was with his clanmate. Not for the first time tonight, the younger Takeda wondered how he got into this situation...
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Jul 31, 2011 23:35:06 GMT -5
"Good." Seishiro tussled his clanmate's hair playfully.
"Jamie pales in comparison to you when it comes to scaring people, Seishy," Fred chided with a shake of his head. The sparkly Tora stuck his tongue out at the man but was ignored as he went to take the order of a few somewhat (...very) tipsy patrons.
"That man can never let me catch a break," Seishiro sighed with a roll of his eyes. "Just when I thought I was free of my parents, God delivers me a surrogate mother. Of course."
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Aug 1, 2011 18:59:38 GMT -5
Kyou smiled. "He's not that bad... kinda like a less-shy Ayumu..." And man, he wished his sister would be able to up her confidence. Though, not to the point where she turned into Jamie... the mental image of Ayumu drunk and hitting on everyone in the club arose, and he had to stifle another fit of laughter.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Aug 1, 2011 19:17:53 GMT -5
"Who's Ayumu?" the Tora asked nonchalantly. He was conjuring up a female version of Fred in his head, though honestly Seishiro couldn't imagine any girl smoking as religiously as the bartending Tora had. Well, he was better now. He only ever had one or two cancer sticks a day, but a few years ago... it had been ridiculous.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Aug 1, 2011 20:22:16 GMT -5
"She's my twin sister, older by like two minutes actually. But she's been taking care of me since forever... sorta like Fred does for you I guess." Kyou's smile was soft. "She's a LOT shyer than him and she doesn't smoke, but they're kinda alike..." Maybe it was just a gut feeling, but Fred seemed safe. The same sort of safe as his sister.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Aug 1, 2011 20:35:18 GMT -5
"Oh, I see..." Hopefully said sister wasn't protective enough to go after him for trying to pick up her younger brother. He'd known plenty of women who were capable of beating him up, and even more who wanted to. His fliting was harmless, but not everyone saw it that way.
Seishiro smiled. "I bet she and Fred would get on well."
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Aug 1, 2011 21:36:02 GMT -5
A nod. "Probably, but Kaito might not like it so much." Not that he knew all that much about his sister's boyfriend. He was kinda just going by stereotypes on this one. Boyfriends generally didn't like their girlfriends hanging out with potential rivals, did they? He wondered if that went the other way too... Probably.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Aug 1, 2011 21:42:01 GMT -5
"Boyfriend, huh?" At that moment Seishiro decided to scan the crowd to make sure the angry (and probably drunk) man who'd chased them off the dance floor of gone for good. Sadly, things turned out to be just the oppostie. The Tora's eyes widened for a moment, flickering with genuine worry.
"Speaking of unhappy boyfriends..." Seishiro nudged Kyou with his elbow, motioning to the same pissed off looking guy from earlier as he walked towards them.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Aug 1, 2011 21:51:45 GMT -5
"Dammit..." Came the slight whine from Kyou. "Book it or face him like men?" He was leaning toward the first option himself. Better a coward than a martyr after all, because in all honestly, only a few people liked the heroes. Especially when they weren't of the 'super' variety. And Kyou decidedly wasn't.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Aug 1, 2011 22:07:46 GMT -5
"I'd go with the prior," Seishiro replied meekly, his eyes still fixed on the angry man. "Let's save our sorry behinds and live to fight another day." He turned back to the bar, well prepared to dive right over it to shelter amogst the various bottles of alcohol. Fred, however, seemed to somehow sense this and stopped him.
"Don't climb over the bar," he chided, swatting Seishiro with a dishcloth. "What are you, five?"
"But Freddie," the sparkly Tora whined, "our faces are in serious jeopardy!" Exasperated, Fred sighed and placed one hand to his forehead.
"What did you do this time?" He shook his head. "Nevermind, just go around the back," he muttered, indicating to a spot a few feet away where the counter could be lifted up in order to get behind it.
Unfortunately, the moment he turned around Seishiro ended up face-to-face with a certain angry someone. He froze, not really sure how to react. "Hey there," the Tora greeted nervously. "I didn't think I'd be seeing... RUN FOR IT!" He immediatly grabbed Kyou's arm and made a made dash for the safety of the bar.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Aug 2, 2011 22:23:48 GMT -5
A terrified squeak worked its way out of Kyou's throat as he was jerked toward the bar's actual entrance. Another, louder, one occurred as the giant snagged the back of his collar and ripped his arm out of Seishiro's hold, the giant hoisted the smallish-Tora into the air so he was eye-level with him. "You with that sparkly sonuvabitch?" He grunted out.
Kyou could have cried, and against his better judgment gave a small nod. The next thing he knew was a meaty fist ramming full-strength into his stomach. Air rushed out of Kyou's lungs and the photographer curled up in the air, coughing.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Aug 2, 2011 22:37:27 GMT -5
Seishiro whirled back around as Kyou was yanked from his grasp by the angry giant. His eyes turned into a pair of wide green moons. They were definitely in deep shit now. The Tora quickly reached for the closest thing he could grab- a half-full bottle of liquor- and whipped it at the attacker. It smashed into the back of his head with a crash.
"Hey! Pick on someone your own goddamn size," he cried, hoping to draw his attention away from Kyou. The man turned in his direction, although he did not drop the other Tora. His eyes narrowed into tiny, muderous slits. Seishiro immediatly began fumbling for another potential weapon.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Aug 2, 2011 23:08:43 GMT -5
Tears prickled behind closed lids as Kyou was swung with the turning giant. This hurt hurt hurt hurt HURT! Now he remembered why he avoided fighting! He always got beaten up. He hadn't ever learned how to take a punch, either, so one hit like what he had gotten was enough to flatten him usually. And if it wasn't, he thought as the wind rushed past him, then the pissed off man flinging him toward Seishy was definitely enough to do it.
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