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Post by Carla Ayatsugi on Nov 26, 2012 20:16:39 GMT -5
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How was she even supposed to get into this…
Carla had been staring at the outfit laid flat on her bed for the last ten minutes trying to decide the proper answer to that question. To be perfectly honest…she still hadn’t come up with anything. Her own uniform – still proudly worn even despite being in a completely different world, was nowhere near this complex. Nor, she realized, was anything else she had ever worn. The problem was all the straps. Yeah, that was it. It was apparently the outfit that was worn by the men and women she was going to be mingling with. Ugh. Sometimes she wondered why she had ever volunteered to do this. Of course, if it got them home, or even gave some hope, she would be more than willing to pretend to be a PSICOM soldier. Besides, it was right up her alley…and exciting. She was a sucker for excitement, unfortunately.
But that didn’t help her currently. Carla hadn’t even tried to get this thing on her. From the look of it, it would be impossible to get on by one’s self. Now if she had some helping hands, she could hold it against her while someone did the zipping and strapping. Okay, well that would be awkward, but it would be necessary. She realized that quite quickly. It seemed that there was a million different sections that all were supposed to be put on without allowing the other pieces to slip. And these people put these outfits on every day? Heaven sake that was dedication to one’s job. Rolling her eyes heavenward, Carla muttered a few times, before studying the outfit laid out on her bed once more.
Nope, this was going to call for at least one other person. Okay, so who should she get in here to help her? Carla hadn’t been here for long enough to really know many people. Her merchant business had been somewhat sporadic since she had started it here. Though she got a lot of business, being stationed in PSICOM much of the time and bouncing between the two different factions had taken a lot of her time. And for how long? Eventually she was going to get caught or would have to back out. Of course, not if she played this right. Thankfully, she knew how to play things.
Well that wasn’t the point. The point was that she needed help right now. And the only two people here that she knew happened to be Naghi or Kazusa. …Kazusa was out, no question. Naghi? Well…Carla didn’t much like the idea of parading around half naked to get the tightly fitted uniform on. That seemed more like a job for Emina and her…shaped body. Unfortunately, she wasn’t going to get anywhere by herself with this, and she had to have someone help her. So that left Naghi. With a little sigh, Carla picked up her cell phone from the desk near her bed, flipped it open and sent him a simple text that read. “I’m in my room, I need your help with something.” Part of her hoped that he would just not receive the text, or wouldn’t come up right away. Naghi was a lot more intelligent and less…uhh…primitive urged than most men it seemed, but one never knew. If he spread this around, she would slit his throat in his sleep. Yeah!
That simple thought cheered her up while she waited for him.
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Post by Naghi Minatsuchi on Dec 1, 2012 9:20:51 GMT -5
maybe this life is overrated  but i won't let the world TAG: Carla Words: 729
ONE LAST THING: This is gonna be toooo good. XD
The Academy must have really believed that they were pretty impressive, with their time travel and oracles and all.
Naghi lay on his bed, the advanced textbook used as the curriculum for Academy graduate students sprawled out in front of him. No Academy superiors had demanded that he read it, but pure interest in the weirdness going on around him compelled Naghi to dig up some information on the dominant technology of the world, since it seemed to influence everything. Most of the manual consisted of the Academy going to lengths to hold the hands of their students and give them every reason to hold even a wrench with caution before they started using it. Then, once the reader made it to the back of the book, it started spouting out lines about the principles of time travel and graviton cores and little devices that apparently displayed the images of places that technically didn’t exist, or existed on a different plane of reality – something along those lines. Naghi stared at the majority of the more advanced things with an annoyed scowl before finally dropping the book onto the table beside him and relegating his time to staring at the ceiling and again feeling annoyance at his presence in a world where he didn’t have a complete grasp of everything as in Oriense.
His phone beside him buzzed. Naghi only spent about twenty seconds in ignoring it before he reached over and picked it up from its place, flipping it open to see why someone wanted to bother him. Carla’s name was what he found before he punched open the actual message and read it, eyes scrutinizing it for a few seconds once he’d done so. For a few moments, the idea of Naghi’s heading to her room to “help” Carla with something sounded very much like something Kayla, the unfortunate creeper from the Peristylium who had equally as unfortunately joined them here in Gran Pulse, would text Naghi to propose. Carla, on the other hand, was no creeper whose “help” would involve lots of undressing and strange fragrances, so Naghi had to assume she genuinely needed his help with something mildly important. Considering that he had been the one to recommend she work as the spy in amongst PSICOM, Naghi figured Carla needed help with a task related to said spying. Typing up a quick message that said only ”Coming,” Naghi rolled off of the bed and to the floor, flipping off his lights and locking the door as he exited.
Considering that Carla’s room sat only on the adjacent pathway across from his, Naghi had to do nothing but take the central pathway over towards where her room would be. Once he reached the door, he didn’t bother knocking – ninja didn’t happen to do much knocking on doors – and only typed in a code and tweaked a wire to have the door unlock itself, a process that took only ten or so seconds, the time he took to brush his hair back into its usual, swept-back position from where he’d had it lying against the pillow. It seemed to be the smart thing to do, with him about to walk into a room belonging to a female, even if that female was Carla and he imagined she didn’t care much anyway. Naghi had always gotten along with Carla pretty well and respected her for her business ability and grades…even if she liked to think, sometimes, that she was as good of an information broker as he was. He gave her enough credit to say that Carla came close to his level, but again, Naghi was a ninja while she was a dragoon. Obviously, there was going to be some difference in skills there.
The door spun one final time and opened to allow him entry. Naghi stepped in to find the blue-haired girl and the rest of her room. He took his usual few seconds to explore the place – and her for a split second – with his eyes, spotting nothing all that interesting aside from one of the suits that he recognized as belonging to PSICOM on her bed. It looked like his guess about what she needed from him was right. Naghi didn’t say anything in particular, only looked at the girl expectantly for her to tear off into an explanation of what she needed from him.
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Post by Carla Ayatsugi on Dec 10, 2012 21:50:56 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #343434 solid; border-bottom: 10px #343434 solid;] This is the time we decide what's right {WORDS } 756 {TAGGED } Naghi and Kazusa {WEARING} Student uniform
After Carla had texted Naghi, she threw her phone on the bed, crossed her arms and found herself staring down at the odd outfit before her. For many years now, she had been either wearing, you know, normal clothes, or her uniform. Both of those were extremely easy to wiggle into, and didn’t have quite so many straps and buckles to try and fit over your body in weird angles. Of course, the main idea was there. There was the place for the legs, and there was the place to put her arms in. Aside from that, she was quite lost, at least in how to get it to all fit on her body in the right way by herself.
And despite having asked Naghi for some help, Carla was still fairly iffy about if she really wanted Naghi to be in her room helping her into some outfit. After all, this thing was already going to be skin tight, so she would have to be in her underclothes for a few moments until she got into it. Despite that not leaving a good taste in her mouth, she figured there was no other way on doing this. Besides that, she would rather have Naghi there than some other random person she didn’t know. Well-…maybe that wasn’t entirely true. But at least she could beat Naghi into not telling anyone about it?
The buzz of her phone came sooner than she had even hoped for. Scooping it up, Carla read his message and dropped it back on the bed, plopping down on the bed as well. With a groan, she scooted back, clasped her arms on her stomach and waited. This whole entire situation was going to look like she was becoming Kayla. With a groan, Carla pushed herself further up on her bed and tried to block out the mental image of the blonde that was so bent on ruining the lives of others. At the same time, Carla really didn’t want anyone to think of her like Kayla…especially Naghi. Why especially Naghi, she hadn’t quite figured out yet. She was…still working on figuring it out though. Not because he was good looking and actually intelligent.
Of course not that!
When her door opened, Carla sighed and sat up on the bed. “Normally people knock.”, she mentioned while she scooted off the bed and went to stand by him. Oh Etro, this was the hard part. With her hands on her hips, she tilted her chin up in defense and tried to come up with the least awkward way to put the question to him. “I need your help getting into clothes.” That…was not it. At all. Fighting the desire to blush, Carla crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him square in the eye to fight back the feeling of awkward that washed over her. “I have no idea how to get into my PSICOM uniform without someone’s help.” Somehow trying to explain it just made the whole thing worse. Perhaps for once in her life it was actually time to shut up.
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Post by Naghi Minatsuchi on Dec 14, 2012 12:17:31 GMT -5
maybe this life is overrated but i won't let the world TAG: Carla Words: 540
ONE LAST THING: Yep, he's warm-blooded.
”Normally people don’t know how to get in the faster way,” Naghi replied to Carla’s greeting, with a smirk on his face as he watched her step over towards him, biding her time for a few seconds and looking uncomfortable. With a ninja’s sharp eyes, he bothered to try and figure out from her body language what it was she wanted. Thus far, it didn’t appear to him that she had anything pressing for him to help with. Naghi was better company than most, but Carla couldn’t be compared, again, to Kayla. If the blue-haired girl’s next few words were to explain why she needed him for an experiment involving “testing the strength of her thighs” or “a new massage technique” as Kayla would, Naghi would have been genuinely shocked for one of the first times in his life. Naghi almost scrunched up his face at the thought of the other girl who was probably watching him from somewhere at this exact moment, but instead he kept his gaze on Carla. It was better to look at her than at any lurking Kaylas…
Carla spoke again, and his eyebrow slowly rose. Okay…so for one of the first times in his life, he was indeed genuinely shocked. She needed his help getting into clothes? Wasn’t it that girls usually put the proposition as helping them to get out of clothes? Naghi’s eyes immediately lowered to look at what she was wearing, that being the typical student uniform that he saw her in most hours of the school day back in Rubrum. It could certainly be called an “easy access” outfit, that he could admit. But she wanted to get out of this particular uniform and into something else? Naghi’s eyes came back up to meet hers, obvious questions written into his features. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of her idea just yet, so he kept his mouth shut and the eyebrow up. The eyebrow said all that Naghi himself would ever need to say to her in response to such a request.
She continued, and Naghi’s eyes returned to the bed where the uniform was laying spread out. ”Mhmm,” he sounded, noncommittally, starting to understand what it was that she was proposing. Again, though, it made him curious as to why she had called him. Getting her into clothes seemed…a job more suited for someone of her own gender. Unless she’d had Naghi in mind specifically for the occasion. Naghi knew these PSICOM uniforms well enough to know, too, that the ones for female operatives stuck like skin to the wearer. Getting it on was going to take some close, detailed work. Very detailed….
Naghi returned his gaze to Carla’s face, taking only a handful of seconds more to try and gauge why she’d called him of all people. ”I’ll give you a hand.” Or two, he thought, though his expression didn’t change in the slightest. Not knowing exactly the extent of the help she needed, Naghi wasn’t going to start jumping to conclusions quite yet. But…he wouldn’t mind whatever the extent was, to be honest. The key was the evasion of making Carla aware that he wouldn’t mind. Whatever ego she had might get boosted if he did…
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Post by Carla Ayatsugi on Dec 22, 2012 1:33:01 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #343434 solid; border-bottom: 10px #343434 solid;] This is the time we decide what's right {WORDS } 805 {TAGGED } Naghi and Kazusa {WEARING} Student uniform
Well she should have expected that kind of a comment from someone like Naghi. "Touche." Simply agreeing with him would probably be the better option here anyway. She was, after all, attempting to get Naghi to help her out with an...interesting situation. It was probably best that she sugared him up a little bit before she sprung him with this weird idea. Or maybe men would like this sort of request. Giving him another glance to study him, the young woman contemplated that thought. Well if Naghi tried any funny sort of business, she would give him a good slap on the wrist and a talking to. It wasn't that she hated men or anything, but she'd built up her reputation as one of a pure sort, at least in that certain topic. For that reason, Carla wouldn't let any other ideas aside from helping her get into clothes get into his mind.
Even if he was an attractive ninja.
Rolling her eyes at her own foolishness, Carla finally tried to explain what it was that she happened to need help with. While she had tried to tell him in the least awkward way possible, after it had come out of her mouth she realized that she hadn't accomplished what she had set out to do. The 'mmm' he gave her wasn't much of a help determining what the heck he was thinking either. Actually it just frustrated her a little bit. With her self pride on being able to read people and their emotions, she didn't much like not being able to tell in this situation. And going along with that was the bland look that he was giving her - like he wasn't even thinking of anything. Which she of all people knew to be a lie. If there was anyone that seemed to always be thinking of something, it was Naghi. He could think someone to death. And so she met his eyes while she waited for him to say something else. She'd be hanged if she said any other piece of awkward information with him looking like he might just fall asleep on her bed instead of answering her question.
and then finally he said something! With an obvious look of relief, Carla flashed him a smile and glanced back at the garment on the bed."Thanks Naghi." Well...she wasn't going to fit in there with her skirt bunched up at her hips in the uniform, nor with her buckled jacket or cape. That would just look really awkward. Or like she had extreme saddlebags or lovehandles, which no woman wanted to be known for. So she was going to have to change into some tighter clothes in order to even get in there. Oh dear, could this get anymore awkward? "Uh...I'm going to have to get into some different clothes first." After she said that Carla quickly stepped over to her dresser and started to rummage around to find what she needed. After some searching she pulled out a pair of skin tight cotton shorts and a tank top. "Can you turn around quick?" Carla could almost thank the stars that she didn't know too many people around here yet. If she did...they might try to barge into her room. And that would just be waaay too awkward for her to think about.
{NOTES} I got all my FF posts done awwww yeah! |
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Post by Naghi Minatsuchi on Dec 31, 2012 9:25:44 GMT -5
maybe this life is overrated but i won't let the world TAG: Carla Words: 562
ONE LAST THING: This is horrible.
There were times when Naghi was very glad that Carla had been the only person of note who had thus far come to Gran Pulse by the same means as he. Though he did like poking fun at her sometimes – something she could handle more than the vast majority of girls – he didn’t feel as if he was dealing with someone who was intimidated by his reputation or someone who couldn’t manage to keep up with him in a conversation. She was also invaluable to him as one of the Academy’s spies; compared to all of the Academy operatives who had a grasp on the worth of information but couldn’t support that information with action, Carla actually knew how to operate. He’d actually been pretty thrilled to get her in on this infiltration job when the Academy had given him the green light to pursue it. As Naghi spared another glance from the young woman’s face, lighting up with her thanks, to the clothing on the bed, he had to assume that the reason this usually tactful girl would ask him to help dress her was because of his responsibility to prepare her for her infiltration. Right, that was undoubtedly the case…Naghi again put a rather numb look on his face as his eyes shifted back to Carla. Normally, offering her a favor like this would lead to him asking her for at least something minor in return; it was just how they operated. Naghi suddenly felt like he didn’t need to press her for any return on his investment, though…
His numb look would not persist long, though, as Carla mentioned she would have to get different clothes, apparently before she got the different clothes in the form of the tight uniform. Naghi did understand what she meant, though; she couldn’t exactly go stuffing herself into a fitted combat suit while wearing a school uniform. At first, Naghi thought Carla was indicating that she wanted his help with this initial part of the process, too, and was about to ask what “different clothes” supposedly entailed. He stayed silent as she rummaged, though, assuming his question would be answered. Needless to say, his curiosity was piqued when he saw what ended up in her hands as assumedly what she would be wearing. Now, if she wanted him to help with this…things would definitely be getting into Kayla territory. Somehow, Naghi couldn’t bring himself to explicitly mind.
Right, she didn’t mean she needed his help in getting these clothes on, though. Naghi nodded to her and, despite giving the clothing in her hands a second glance, turned to face the opposite side of the room with his hands crossed over his chest while trying to ignore what was surely going on behind him. To make himself less impatient, he stepped over towards the bed and lifted up one of the legs of the uniform Carla was going to be forcing herself into. It was a good thing she was slight. ”Did you memorize all those protocols that I sent you yet?”, Naghi asked, deciding to try and make conversation despite Carla handling her…business. ”PSICOM can’t make things simple like the Peristylium. They’re like the Milites. All that useless military jargon that makes them sound like they spent the whole night drinking.”
Funny, when Naghi had first walked in, he'd thought Carla must have spent the whole night drinking...
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Post by Carla Ayatsugi on Jan 11, 2013 0:34:11 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #343434 solid; border-bottom: 10px #343434 solid;] This is the time we decide what's right {WORDS } 748{TAGGED } Naghi {WEARING} Shorts and a tank top After Naghi had averted his eyes, Carla started to make quick work of changing out of her current clothes and into the new ones. Perhaps she should have thought about this before Naghi had made his way into her room – after all she’d had some time to do so. On retrospect, that would have been much better – and a whole lot less awkward. …Or would it have been? From how skin tight these current clothes were, she wasn’t so sure on the whole lack of awkward thing that would have been going on if he had come into her room with her dressed in clothes that were practically an extra layer of skin. From the look of that uniform though, it wouldn’t be much better.
While she was getting into the clothes, Carla once more peeked over her shoulder to make sure she was still in the clear. Good, he was still behaving and looking at the uniform instead of sneaking a peek. At the same time, she really hadn’t honestly expected him to do differently. If he wanted to go around being a perv, nothing much would stop him. She’d long before found it easy to admit that he was one of those few people that could actually rival – if not surpass her in things of that nature. It was easier to do as time progressed, though at times Carla didn’t much like knowing that there was someone that was as good – if not better. And she would only admit it to herself, not the rest of the world.
Shimmying into her shorts, Carla shifted them into place and pulled her tank top over her head just as Naghi was asking about the protocols he had asked her to memorize. Always having had a sharp mind, Carla had quickly taken to it. “Of course.” All done dressing, she pulled the sheets of paper he’d given her from the desk and handed them to him. “I spent a good portion of the week – most of the time not spent on other duties or at my shop, studying them to become familiar. I wrote down easier ways for me to remember them. If you want to quiz me you can?” Pulling her tank top down over her hips, she settled her outfit correctly and then glanced back at him. “It wasn’t terrible once I got more used to it. Granted, it could be a lot simpler by far...but now it seems a little less like an alien language.”, she mentioned with a little chuckle.
With a little shrug of her shoulders, Carla pressed her fingers to her forehead and glanced from the uniform draped over her bed back to Naghi and the sheets of paper she had handed to him. “Of course, I more understand why no one else wanted to take on this mission now.”, she teased him. Of course…it was true, but never mind that.
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Post by Naghi Minatsuchi on Jan 19, 2013 10:25:53 GMT -5
maybe this life is overrated but i won't let the world TAG: Carla Words: 674
ONE LAST THING: We should figure out someone to ask in to the thread.  Having to listen to Carla shuffling behind him and knowing what she was busy doing was not the easiest thing for Naghi to keep his mind off of, though he ultimately decided that there was no set rule telling him he didn’t have to avoid thinking about her in such a…gender-triggered way. He could admit that Carla was an especially good-looking girl, and maybe a bit exotic in her own way, what with the hair and all. It was a bonus in his eyes that she wasn’t the Kayla type, flaunting her looks and thinking she could be…supporting everyone with her legs if she could only get their defenses to fall. It was born of his personality and from a sort of mutual respect that they shared that he only let a few thoughts swish around in his mind before he cast them aside and decided to bring up a subject for conversation. This was all going to lead to helping her with the suit, anyway… And the suit was something that she’d asked for him to help with. He figured he wouldn’t need much of an imagination, considering that the leg of this thing looked to be about two inches across.
Judging by the sound of her feet patting against the floor, he chanced to turn and see what she was up to once she started responding to him. His eyes settled on her for the span of a few seconds as she nabbed something from her desk. Of course, considering the skirts they wore at the Peristylium, Naghi didn’t find much that he hadn’t seen before, and his eyes easily settled on her face when she came over to him with her papers. In turn, he studied them himself, skimming over what she had written down and nodding along to her comments, clearly content. ”Yeah, I can drop by again later to quiz you if you throw me a text,” he told her, flipping over to a second page. ”This is exactly why I wanted you to help. Anyone else would have been beating their head against the wall on the first night of studying some of this stuff. You always make things…” He glanced her clothing and the suit on the bed again, eyes still turned down to hide a bit of slyness in them. ”…easier on yourself.” And Naghi didn’t go giving out complements to anyone who didn’t really deserve them, either, so Carla could take his words as praise of the highest order.
He gave a little cock of his head at her words once he handed the papers back, a bit of amusement playing just enough at his face to be noticed. ”You don’t want me to say anything about how your brain and body are fit for this kind of thing, do you?”, he rhetorically asked, crossing his arms over his chest and looking rather proud at his comment as he glanced between her face and the bed again, the suit still taunting them both for…likely very different reasons. At least the conversation was loosening up a bit as they continued on. So much for assuming she’d turned into some man-eater on him. ”Besides, you would have been upset if I’d asked someone else.” There wasn’t anyone else to ask – the Academy types weren’t trained for this work, and Kayla…no, for a multitude of reasons that were not only centered around her personality – but Carla didn’t need to know that she was really his only choice for something like this.
Now what? Naghi didn’t want to burst out and say for the two of them to get down to the business she’d first called him for, but considering that she probably didn’t want to stand around in near-underclothes and chat with him for an hour probably meant that the suit was the next order of business. Taking a breath in, he looked to Carla expectantly, arms still folded over his chest and his mind still cut off from the various places it wanted to race off to.
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Post by Carla Ayatsugi on Jan 22, 2013 12:01:09 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #343434 solid; border-bottom: 10px #343434 solid;] This is the time we decide what's right {WORDS } 636 {TAGGED } Naghi and...someone{WEARING} Tank top and Shorts Carla wouldn’t mind having him quiz her on the different terms she’d been forcing herself to learn over the past week in preparation for this. To be honest, she was still a bit uncomfortable with a few of them, but overall she’d gotten much more comfortable with remembering. And if she did slip up – though she was crossing her fingers she didn’t – she could blame it on being a newbie in PSICOM. Technically, her cover was that anyway, so she wouldn’t have to worry all that much anyway. Perhaps I was her own perfectionism when it came to herself that pushed her to know the terms inside and out. Not…that it would help her much in life, but at least she would be satisfied with the job she had done. “Or you know, we could grab something to eat too, maybe go to the lounge and practice. It would probably be boring to just hear me talk.”
Smoothing down her shirt again, Carla went back to studying to uniform that she was supposed to be squeezing herself into. Perhaps what she really needed for this to work was a bucket of grease to coat herself with from head to toe. That would probably make it easier, though probably not any less awkward than it was already going to be. Adding grease to these situations really didn’t help them much, especially when you’d asked a guy to help you squeeze into an extremely tight uniform. For probably the hundredth time she wished that she was back home instead of here on this planet. At least there she had her classmates she could ask to do the embarrassing stuff like this. At his comment about making things easier on herself, Carla glanced quickly over at him, a hand resting on her hip. “Somehow I’m pretty sure I don’t want to ask, but I’ll take it as a complement.”
Retrieving the papers from him, Carla found herself laughing lightly while she placed them back in their spot on the desk. “No, you can keep all of the body comments to yourself, I don’t mind a few more complements on my brain though.”, she commented with a bit of a knowing smirk.
Though she had to resist the urge to roll her eyes when he told her she’d be upset if he had asked anyone else in her place. Okay, so that might be true, but she wasn’t going to admit it, especially to him. “Mhm, maybe you should ask Kayla if you ever have to. I’m sure she would jump on it.”, she said with a grin. Just the thought of the other girl from Rubrum repulsed her, which showed in how she wrinkled up her nose ever so slightly. To rid herself of the thought, Carla clasped her hands behind her back and turned to her companion. “So…should we attempt this?”
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Post by Naghi Minatsuchi on Feb 10, 2013 14:23:11 GMT -5
maybe this life is overrated [/font] [/div] but i won't let the world [/font] [/div] TAG: Carla Words: 604
ONE LAST THING: This is going to absolutely kill me, I just know it. XD
Naghi couldn’t help but provide a shrug and sneakily sly glance to Carla at her comments about listening to her talk. ”Well, you were the one that said it, not me,” Naghi told her, trying to hide the joking insult by rattling it off to her in monotone, before waving the comment off amusedly. ”But, yeah, eating. If you wanted to drag me to dinner so badly, you didn’t really need the excuse.” Though he wanted to add especially not when you’re wearing that, Naghi kept the comment to himself in favor of not having the dragoon take back the offer. Of course, after he helped her get this suit on, they were probably going to feel like the least they could do was have a meal together.
In his state of wanting to tease at her as much as possible before they got down to…uh...”business,” he knew he’d at least managed to partially hit a chord when the hand went to the hip, and Naghi shrugged again, folding his own arms over his chest to match her. ”You figured out the protocols, so I’m sure you can figure out my protocols too.” The slightly smug look that he gave her hopefully sealed the deal in some way or another.
Eyes unable to keep from following her gait again when she returned the papers to the desk, Naghi listened to Carla’s words with a smirk of his own. ”I’ll keep them to myself. I don’t want you getting any cockier than you already are.” Of course, his eyes had made it back to her face by the time she turned, but Naghi was thinking that if she could read minds, she could definitely pull out a few extra complements from his brain if she wanted to. He continued his seeming disinterest, though, keeping his eyes on her face as she proved him totally right with her cocky statements. He returned her grin with one of his own, before drawing together a serious expression and thoughtfully poking at the end of the bed. ”You’re right…maybe Kayla was the right choice all along. With her balloons for boobs filling the faces of everyone in PSICOM, she’d never have to learn anything about their system. They’d enjoy themselves so much that they’d never notice she was smothering them to death.” Naghi almost wanted to wretch at the thought of anyone ever being able to enjoy anything about Kayla, but for current purposes, the comment had to be made, especially since Carla would love him saying it so much. He let the previous smirk again return.
And then came the question. Should they attempt this? Naghi wouldn’t have known what he came to Carla’s room for if they weren’t going to “attempt this,” so at her words he gave a curt nod and swung around slowly to again regard the suit. He lifted it up, knowing generally what it looked like but again searching for all the zippers that seemed to scream to anyone with anything but muscle tone to keep away. Naghi turned and held it in front of Carla by the shoulders. ”Since you’re the one going to be fighting into this thing, where do we plan to start? I think ‘one leg at a time’ is pretty much a given right now.” He resisted the urge to let his mind go off to far places again, simply keeping a neutral expression on his face as he pulled the most giant of the zippers open and held it out to Carla, waiting for her to take it and indicate what they were going to try first.
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