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What? You didn't like getting rose petals stuck in places?
[ Never mind that she unknowingly has one stuck in her hair somewhere. ]
[ Never mind that she unknowingly has one stuck in her hair somewhere. ]
[ Totally minding, actually, as evidenced by the fact that he plucks it out of her hair with a small flourish, as if he's performing a magic trick. ]
Ta-dahhh.
Ta-dahhh.
[ She seems a little surprised, at first, because she probably should have caught that, but the expressions smooths into a smile. ]
I meant to leave that there.
I meant to leave that there.
Ah. My bad.
[ Aaand he starts reaching over to put it back in her hair. ]
[ Aaand he starts reaching over to put it back in her hair. ]
[ She just chuckles, and reaches up to hold onto his hand as he tries to put the petal back. ]
Alright, less rose petals next year. Got it. Less clothes too, I'm assuming?
Alright, less rose petals next year. Got it. Less clothes too, I'm assuming?
[ That gets a devilish sort of smile from him as he's dropping the petal to the ground. ]
Or none. Really, I'm not too picky.
Or none. Really, I'm not too picky.
[ She looks thoughtful for a moment, letting her hand that's holding Peter's drop and fingers tapping on her lips with her other hand. ]
Where does sexy lingerie fit into this equation? Don't bother?
Where does sexy lingerie fit into this equation? Don't bother?
[ That gets a thoughtful pause from him as he considers this. Then, ]
I think I'd allow it.
I think I'd allow it.
[ She narrows her eyes at him, though she's still smiling. ]
You sure? You were so insistent on the "no wrapping" thing earlier.
You sure? You were so insistent on the "no wrapping" thing earlier.
[ He makes a sort of dithering noise. ]
A little wrapping is alright. And I seriously mean a little.
A little wrapping is alright. And I seriously mean a little.
Oh, thank god. I was afraid I wouldn't get to make use of my collection.
[ Because she totally would have one. ]
[ Because she totally would have one. ]
[ a beat, then half-disbelieving, ]
... You have a collection.
... You have a collection.
Okay, it's not a collection. Just a few. Every girl's gotta have at least a few.
Slightly disappointing, yet still somehow all too intriguing.
Points for that, Kasumi.
Points for that, Kasumi.
What can I say? I like to keep things exciting. It can't just be your reach and my flexibility all the time.
[ Wait, yes it can. And where did she learn that phrasing... Somewhere in space, Shep and Garrus feel a disturbance in the force. ]
[ Wait, yes it can. And where did she learn that phrasing... Somewhere in space, Shep and Garrus feel a disturbance in the force. ]
[ The reference goes over his head, but he smiles all the same. ]
And that's why you're the brains of the operation, Goto -- always thinking two steps ahead.
And that's why you're the brains of the operation, Goto -- always thinking two steps ahead.
[ she respond by letting go of his hand in favor of wrapping her arms around him. ]
Smooth talker. You always know what to say.
Smooth talker. You always know what to say.
[ This chick was seriously nuts. Like, straight up crazy -- who the hell brings handcuffs to a club when they're only looking for a random hook-up? What the fuck?
It's a damn good thing Peter's been figuring his way out of cuffs since he was a kid.
So it's somewhere around seven in the morning, and Peter is shimmying back into his jeans, wrists raw and pink from the stupid things. He's grabbing his shoes and his shirt when the girl rolls over in her sleep, and the clinking of metal makes Peter cringe and freeze. When she doesn't seem to wake, he quietly pads his way out of the room, scribbles out a quick note, and leaves it next to her purse on the living room table.
(Hey, had to leave early for a morning shift. Didn't want to wake you. Hope you have a great day.
He keeps himself from adding, also you're goddamn insane.)
He seriously hopes she doesn't steal anything.
-- Then he decides, a few missing things is worth it to not find out what the hell else she has in her purse of horrors.
So he's escaping his apartment and crossing the hall in a few loping steps; he still has his shirt and shoes in one hand, using the other to knock on the door quietly but insistently. ]
It's a damn good thing Peter's been figuring his way out of cuffs since he was a kid.
So it's somewhere around seven in the morning, and Peter is shimmying back into his jeans, wrists raw and pink from the stupid things. He's grabbing his shoes and his shirt when the girl rolls over in her sleep, and the clinking of metal makes Peter cringe and freeze. When she doesn't seem to wake, he quietly pads his way out of the room, scribbles out a quick note, and leaves it next to her purse on the living room table.
(Hey, had to leave early for a morning shift. Didn't want to wake you. Hope you have a great day.
He keeps himself from adding, also you're goddamn insane.)
He seriously hopes she doesn't steal anything.
-- Then he decides, a few missing things is worth it to not find out what the hell else she has in her purse of horrors.
So he's escaping his apartment and crossing the hall in a few loping steps; he still has his shirt and shoes in one hand, using the other to knock on the door quietly but insistently. ]
[ It's a good thing Kasumi had already been up doing her morning routine of yoga then tea, or else she might have grumbled and rolled over in bed, refusing to answer the door. Especially given that a good night's sleep is so rare for her that she won't let much get in the way of it when she does manage to grab some shut-eye. As it is, she's sitting, curled up on a chair at her table with her tablet and a cup of tea, reading and winding down from her exercise in her leggings, sports top, and an unzipped hoodie. (The hoodie is, of course, pulled up over her head. It's always been a little drafty in her apartment.)
When she hears the quiet but demanding knocking on her door, she looks up from her tablet and just stares at it for a moment. It's seven in the morning on a Saturday and someone's knocking at her door. Um? Maybe if she stays quiet enough, they'll go away.
But curiosity gets the better of her, as it tends to, and she sets her cup and tablet down before quietly climbing out of her chair and making her way over to the door. Standing ever so slightly on her tiptoes, she's just high enough to be able to look through the peep hole and see--the really hot guy from across the hall.
What?
She looks away from the door for a moment, blinking a few times, and then looks back out.
And why isn't he wearing a shirt?
Not that she'd complain, because he looks really good, but--what the hell is happening right now. She'd only spoken to the guy--he'd introduced himself as Peter Quill at some point--a handful of times in passing. Usually just a "good morning" or a "hey" every now and then when they happen across each other in the hall or end up leaving their apartments at the same time. She'd definitely watched him, before, too, that's for certain--sometimes, he'd come home really late and be really loud or have really loud company and Kasumi couldn't help but look through her peephole to see what the fuss was all about. She hardy, if ever, saw him take the same person into his apartment more than once. She thinks she knows his game. So what does he want with her so early in the morning?
Only one way to find out. ]
One second.
[ She takes the chain off of her door and unlocks it slowly to be quiet, eventually turning the knob and opening the door. ]
Can I help you?
When she hears the quiet but demanding knocking on her door, she looks up from her tablet and just stares at it for a moment. It's seven in the morning on a Saturday and someone's knocking at her door. Um? Maybe if she stays quiet enough, they'll go away.
But curiosity gets the better of her, as it tends to, and she sets her cup and tablet down before quietly climbing out of her chair and making her way over to the door. Standing ever so slightly on her tiptoes, she's just high enough to be able to look through the peep hole and see--the really hot guy from across the hall.
What?
She looks away from the door for a moment, blinking a few times, and then looks back out.
And why isn't he wearing a shirt?
Not that she'd complain, because he looks really good, but--what the hell is happening right now. She'd only spoken to the guy--he'd introduced himself as Peter Quill at some point--a handful of times in passing. Usually just a "good morning" or a "hey" every now and then when they happen across each other in the hall or end up leaving their apartments at the same time. She'd definitely watched him, before, too, that's for certain--sometimes, he'd come home really late and be really loud or have really loud company and Kasumi couldn't help but look through her peephole to see what the fuss was all about. She hardy, if ever, saw him take the same person into his apartment more than once. She thinks she knows his game. So what does he want with her so early in the morning?
Only one way to find out. ]
One second.
[ She takes the chain off of her door and unlocks it slowly to be quiet, eventually turning the knob and opening the door. ]
Can I help you?
[ It takes a little longer than he thought it would, but it makes sense. It's way too early on a Saturday, and probably no one's going to answer some unsolicited visit. He glances over his shoulder (as though fearing the crazy chick might bust out of his apartment and demand more weird, kinky shit), and he's about to try the next door -- but then, sure enough, she's answering.
He sighs in relief. He barely knows-- it's Kasumi, right? Kasumi Goto. He barely knows her, but he knows everyone else on this floor even less, which is saying quite a lot.
(Mostly that Kasumi is hot as hell, and she's the only person he's remotely interested in on this floor, but maybe he shouldn't mention that.)
So he offers an apologetic smile. ]
Hey, uh. [ With his free hand, he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly then lets out an explosive sigh. ] Alright, I'm just gonna come out and say it.
I know this is seriously weird, and feel free to say, "No way, dude, get the hell out of here," but I need a place to hideout for a bit. I have an insane woman in my apartment right now, and on the one hand, I wanna make sure she doesn't make off with any of my stuff, and on the other hand, I really don't wanna be there when she wakes up.
And, you know. You and your apartment are conveniently right here, so I figured I'd ask?
He sighs in relief. He barely knows-- it's Kasumi, right? Kasumi Goto. He barely knows her, but he knows everyone else on this floor even less, which is saying quite a lot.
(Mostly that Kasumi is hot as hell, and she's the only person he's remotely interested in on this floor, but maybe he shouldn't mention that.)
So he offers an apologetic smile. ]
Hey, uh. [ With his free hand, he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly then lets out an explosive sigh. ] Alright, I'm just gonna come out and say it.
I know this is seriously weird, and feel free to say, "No way, dude, get the hell out of here," but I need a place to hideout for a bit. I have an insane woman in my apartment right now, and on the one hand, I wanna make sure she doesn't make off with any of my stuff, and on the other hand, I really don't wanna be there when she wakes up.
And, you know. You and your apartment are conveniently right here, so I figured I'd ask?
[ When he raises his hand to rub the back of his neck before he speaks, she catches a glimpse of the marks along his wrists, which earns him a quirk of her brow, but then he says--
Ah. A Crazy Chick.
That would definitely explain all the screaming she heard from across the hall last night. Not that Kasumi pressed her ear up against her door to listen--no, she totally did. Part of her was actually starting to get a little worried; the girl sounded insane and Kasumi had wondered if she should... intervene? Maybe knock on Peter's door to make sure he wasn't being murdered?
But he's a big boy, she figured, before she had plugged her earphones back into her ears and went back to bed. Anyway, he clearly could handle it, judging by the fact that he's now standing at her doorway, without a shirt on, trying to escape from this woman.
In any case, she's in no position to say no to letting a rather attractive shirtless man into her apartment. Even though she hasn't exactly tidied up--her yoga mat's still in the middle of the living room space, she's still in her workout clothes (although she knows she looks pretty damn good in them, so that's not really an issue)--her apartment reads as "impeccably decorated on a budget" and "quirky."
She steps aside to let him in, outstretching her arm in a welcoming gesture. ]
Hey, no problem. Mi casa es su casa, neighbor.
Ah. A Crazy Chick.
That would definitely explain all the screaming she heard from across the hall last night. Not that Kasumi pressed her ear up against her door to listen--no, she totally did. Part of her was actually starting to get a little worried; the girl sounded insane and Kasumi had wondered if she should... intervene? Maybe knock on Peter's door to make sure he wasn't being murdered?
But he's a big boy, she figured, before she had plugged her earphones back into her ears and went back to bed. Anyway, he clearly could handle it, judging by the fact that he's now standing at her doorway, without a shirt on, trying to escape from this woman.
In any case, she's in no position to say no to letting a rather attractive shirtless man into her apartment. Even though she hasn't exactly tidied up--her yoga mat's still in the middle of the living room space, she's still in her workout clothes (although she knows she looks pretty damn good in them, so that's not really an issue)--her apartment reads as "impeccably decorated on a budget" and "quirky."
She steps aside to let him in, outstretching her arm in a welcoming gesture. ]
Hey, no problem. Mi casa es su casa, neighbor.
[ he smiles in relief when she steps aside, ]
You're a life saver, Kasumi. Seriously, I owe you like six bouquets of flowers for this.
[ he's slipping his shirt back on as he steps inside (because the world, perhaps, is unfair) and glancing around quickly. ]
Sorry, did i interrupt your workout?
You're a life saver, Kasumi. Seriously, I owe you like six bouquets of flowers for this.
[ he's slipping his shirt back on as he steps inside (because the world, perhaps, is unfair) and glancing around quickly. ]
Sorry, did i interrupt your workout?
[ She's sure to give Peter's door one last glance before she shuts her door, listening carefully just to make sure Crazy isn't about to wake up from beauty sleep into a frothing rage. And then she's a little disappointed when she turns back around to see that Peter's put his shirt back on. Alas. ]
Nope. I finished a while ago, I just haven't bothered to roll that thing back up.
Oh, and--six bouquets and a drink, then I'll call it even.
Nope. I finished a while ago, I just haven't bothered to roll that thing back up.
Oh, and--six bouquets and a drink, then I'll call it even.
[ he sighs heavily as he takes a seat, slipping his shoes back on. ]
Six bouquets and a drink, then. I'd call you demanding, but that sounds pretty fair.
Six bouquets and a drink, then. I'd call you demanding, but that sounds pretty fair.
[ She laughs, making her way over to the table, and reaching past him to grab her mug. ]
If you're nice enough, I might let you get away with three bouquets and a drink. Want anything?
If you're nice enough, I might let you get away with three bouquets and a drink. Want anything?
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