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[ ... He's not sure how to read her, right now. Is she-- angry at him? Annoyed?
He shuts the door behind him, fidgeting a little. ]
... Are you-- pissed at me, or something?
He shuts the door behind him, fidgeting a little. ]
... Are you-- pissed at me, or something?
[ She shakes her head, taking a step forward back towards the door, towards him. ]
Hmmm. [ Again. ] No.
[ She takes another step, then, effectively closing the distance between them, and one of her hands finds itself on one of hismuscular arms, the touch of her fingers light but lingering. ]
I'm just trying to see how the next few minutes pan out.
Hmmm. [ Again. ] No.
[ She takes another step, then, effectively closing the distance between them, and one of her hands finds itself on one of his
I'm just trying to see how the next few minutes pan out.
[ Honestly, she's a little bit at a loss, but then she comes across a shelf display showcasing little bear shirts for all the colleges in the area--including San Fransokyo Tech! She hurriedly grabs an SFIT shirt off the display and holds it up at Tadashi. ]
This--is perfect.
This--is perfect.
[ His breath-- doesn't quite hitch, but there's a definite little stutter there, and he tenses. ]
Kasumi, you're drunk.
[ As if that explains everything. Which he thinks it should. ]
Kasumi, you're drunk.
[ As if that explains everything. Which he thinks it should. ]
And?
[ The face she makes is definitely one she wouldn't have made if she weren't drunk, probably, because she straight up pouts at him. ]
You're no fun.
[ The face she makes is definitely one she wouldn't have made if she weren't drunk, probably, because she straight up pouts at him. ]
You're no fun.
[ He has a slightly pouty expression of his own after that. ]
Hey, I'm plenty fun. I just prefer knowin' if I'm talkin' with you or the alcohol.
You're more fun than the booze, after all.
Hey, I'm plenty fun. I just prefer knowin' if I'm talkin' with you or the alcohol.
You're more fun than the booze, after all.
[ She lets her hand drop from his arm after that, and when she speaks, her eyes are half-lidded, her gaze having found a rather nice spot on the floor beside where Peter stands to look at. ]
You probably wouldn't believe me even if I said you were talking with me and not the alcohol.
[ --which is mostly her fault, yes, but damn. Maybe she will just curl up on the couch and put Breakfast at Tiffany's on after this. ]
You probably wouldn't believe me even if I said you were talking with me and not the alcohol.
[ --which is mostly her fault, yes, but damn. Maybe she will just curl up on the couch and put Breakfast at Tiffany's on after this. ]
Edited (enjoy that icon) 2015-03-22 23:29 (UTC)
[ He hesitates at that, and for a second he thinks he might have really fucked up.
But-- he sticks to his guns. Because this is some seriously thin ice they're treading across, and he doesn't want to make a wrong step, here. ]
Just-- maybe we can talk about this tomorrow? Or, you know, whenever you're up to it.
But-- he sticks to his guns. Because this is some seriously thin ice they're treading across, and he doesn't want to make a wrong step, here. ]
Just-- maybe we can talk about this tomorrow? Or, you know, whenever you're up to it.
[ Lucky for him, Kasumi isn't too terribly caught up in it. She's drunk, for sure, and when she really thinks about it, she'd rather Peter be hesitant about this very fact than if he were to take advantage of the situation--because that would be a douchey thing to do, and god knows Kasumi's seen her fair share of douchery in all her "moving on" attempts.
So after a moment of contemplation, she manages a smile, even chuckles a little, and places her hands on Peter's shoulders in like, a totally platonic way. ]
Yeah, sure, whatever you want, Quill.
So after a moment of contemplation, she manages a smile, even chuckles a little, and places her hands on Peter's shoulders in like, a totally platonic way. ]
Yeah, sure, whatever you want, Quill.
[ He at least is nice enough to cover both of her hands with his, squeezing her fingers gently.
But, you know. Strictly platonic.
He swallows-- gulps, really-- looking a little awkward still. ]
Do you-- I can head out. If you want me to.
But, you know. Strictly platonic.
He swallows-- gulps, really-- looking a little awkward still. ]
Do you-- I can head out. If you want me to.
[ She can sense his awkwardness, and she'd probably feel that way too, but she's pretty much incapable of feeling awkward like, ever, and especially so when she's drunk. ]
You know, I actually don't want you to, but I won't be that offended if you want to head out since I'm like, super drunk and all.
[ She slips her hands out from beneath his to take a step back as though to say "yeah, you can go if you want--" but it fails pretty spectacularly when one foot's caught with the other, and she's pretty much tripping backwards. ]
You know, I actually don't want you to, but I won't be that offended if you want to head out since I'm like, super drunk and all.
[ She slips her hands out from beneath his to take a step back as though to say "yeah, you can go if you want--" but it fails pretty spectacularly when one foot's caught with the other, and she's pretty much tripping backwards. ]
[ He's tipsy, sure, but after that-- thing that just happened, he feels like he's sobered up quickly enough, which is why he darts out to catch her around her waist.
It's sheer luck that he manages to catch her and pull her close without the both of them just toppling over. ]
-- You okay?
It's sheer luck that he manages to catch her and pull her close without the both of them just toppling over. ]
-- You okay?
[ Now it's her turn for her breath to hitch as she gasps, and she exhales sharply when Peter pulls her close, her hand inadvertently grabbing onto his shirt when he does it. Smooth, Goto. This really isn't helping, though, so--goddammit. She sort of stares at him, wide-eyed. ]
--Yeah. I'm... fine.
--Yeah. I'm... fine.
[ He pulls her upright, helping her regain her footing. ]
Good. Seriously thought you were-- um. Thought you were... gonna...
[ -- he suddenly notices that they're awfully close, aren't they? Especially with how she's pressed up against him, her hand tangled in the fabric of his shirt. And the way she's looking at him--
He swallows roughly, and awkwardness turns speeds right along to nervousness and indecision.
Because god damn, she's gorgeous. ]
Good. Seriously thought you were-- um. Thought you were... gonna...
[ -- he suddenly notices that they're awfully close, aren't they? Especially with how she's pressed up against him, her hand tangled in the fabric of his shirt. And the way she's looking at him--
He swallows roughly, and awkwardness turns speeds right along to nervousness and indecision.
Because god damn, she's gorgeous. ]
[ His words are lost on her, because she's noticed how close they are, too. Her lips part ever so slightly, her grip on his shirt tightening--she thought she would be okay letting him go and letting them just "talk about it in the morning," but this right now? It's driving her mad, because he has her in his stupid, strong arms, right up against his stupid body that she's seen before and god help her, she wants to see it again-- ]
Peter.
[ Fuck it. ]
Kiss me.
Peter.
[ Fuck it. ]
Kiss me.
[ It's only after he's already moving that he realizes he, uh. Probably shouldn't be doing this.
But it's too late, and he closes the space between them before he realizes it, pressing his lips to hers, and holy crap, he's been wanting to do this forever. ]
But it's too late, and he closes the space between them before he realizes it, pressing his lips to hers, and holy crap, he's been wanting to do this forever. ]
[ Oh, thank god, because she's wanting to do this forever, too, as evidenced by the fact that she makes a pleased little sound when they finally kiss. ]
[ It takes far, far too long for Peter to finally pull back, and when he does, he looks a little surprised at himself and at the fact that he really, really wants to do that again, but--
There's an obvious reluctance as he's pulling back further, hands dropping uselessly to his sides, and he's quick to turn his eyes up at the ceiling. ]
-- That-- that was a mistake. Sorry, I shouldn't have--
There's an obvious reluctance as he's pulling back further, hands dropping uselessly to his sides, and he's quick to turn his eyes up at the ceiling. ]
-- That-- that was a mistake. Sorry, I shouldn't have--
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