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 Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 2:11 pm
Luke was heavily entertained by Gunn's continually changing expressions. He sat there on his motorcycle, an idiot grin spreading widely over his expression, watching the young girl henshin down and dig herself back into a not-so-deep hole. Seriously, in his history of acquaintances, he never had quite met anyone like Gunn.
"Uh huh. Well, thanks for that. I like my life too." His laughing tone was gently laced with sarcasm, the jingle of keys could be heard as it was inserted into the motorcycle. But the motorcycle had yet to start-- primarily because it was missing it's passenger of the night. He stood up, straightening his frame as he lifted his helmet from Kaatje's hands to put it on her head, the gesture cutting off her babbling. "So what should I call you?" He referred to her name, leaning lower, his face meeting Gunn's eyes directly as his face leaned in closer, hardly more than a hand's distance away from her own face. Purposely.
"Unless you don't want to tell me because you think I may stalk you, little miss wildfire?" Luke said softly, his tone teasing, hoping to bring out a more flustered Gunn. She was just so entertaining, Luke couldn't resist.
Although he did remind himself not to do this when she was Gunn, considering he didn't want to risk being burned to death. Well, not really to the death. But he would probably be walking away with a little more than some punches in his arm.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 3:19 pm
Ugh, she wasn't his kid sister or something, she thought when he put the helmet on. It was totally going to crush her hair, and besides, if he knew what he was doing did she really need it? Anyway, she wasn't gonna tell him he was welcome, because didn't she just explain that she hadn't done it for him? She glared at him through the helmet's visor, leaned back as he leaned close. "I'm not sc-scared of you," she said, voice muffled by his helmet.
She shrugged, the gesture overdone, and looked away again. "My name's Kaatje," she said, and with that she slipped onto the motorcycle behind him. Her face, at that point, was entirely pink--what could be seen of it, anyway.
After a moment, though, she shifted in her seat. "Is this right?..." And again, she looked away, arms crossed even tighter, if that was possible.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 9:49 pm
"Nice to meet you, Kaatje." Luke finally seemed pleasant for once, slipping on his own helmet only a moment after Kaatje's. Perhaps, he had finally tired of teasing her? Or that she had enough for one night. Probably.
"Put your arms around my waist. It'd scar you pretty badly if you fell off a motorcycle. Don't tell me you're too shy to do that if you can take out a giant snake youma." He looked pointedly at her, admiring the sight of the small framed girl in his oversized jacket. C'mon, the jacket was big, even for Luke. But that had been part of the comfort appeal.
Luke couldn't help but reflect that being a senshi wasn't entirely a bother as he had first thought. But it wasn't an occupation he particularly liked either-- being known as the "nice guy" didn't quite fit when one tried to term it to Luke.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 10:51 pm
That was different. She'd almost expected him to call her some embarrassing nickname--like the one man, Senri or whatever, who had insisted on calling her Princess. Kaatje was rich, an heiress, but she wasn't any princess.
If anyone asked, the only reason her voice was muted when she said "I'm only doing this so I don't get hurt" was because of the helmet. The lack of teasing about her somewhat odd name was appreciated, though, so she didn't hit him for trying to make some kind of innuendo about the giant snake he had just saved her from; she just stretched her arms over her head to free her hands from the oversized jacket's sleeves. Then she linked her arms around his torso, under his shoulders, and shifted until she was comfortable.
The redheaded girl found herself abruptly glad for her boots; she remembered, belatedly, how some people got burned when riding a motorcycle. She knew from copious personal experience that she did not like to get burned, and so her voice was a little high-pitched and worried when she gave Luke her address.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:14 pm
SO HE DROVE HER HOME AND TRIED TO SLEEP THERE BUT GOT SLAPPED AND KICKED OUT.
The end.
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