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 Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 1:57 pm
Yue Lao most certainly did not enjoy things like this. She had been misled, and her mother had convinced her to pick up new "hobbies," but she had no idea how this would help. It was either learn to like it, or go back to sewing, though... and Yue Lao was terrible at sewing. She had nearly attached her pants to her shirt the last time, neither of which she was trying to sew. That was why she used the cloth wrappings instead of a shirt like her mother wore, anyway. No blouses for Yue Lao. And Yowai was somehow always elegant in a full robe, black with deep red accents. Even in the middle of the hottest day, Yowai controlled herself and did not let a single hair fall out of place.
Yue Lao could only learn that kind of concentration in battle. And even then, she was still rough around the edges; she had only just become a fighter a little while ago. Actually, thinking on it, it had been some time... She was training, picking up a new kind of weapon magic that would make her life a lot easier. Yue Lao looked over at Bataar, who had crinkled his nose. The only reason Yue Lao had licked the back was she was told it was an easy way to moisten the adhesive. What a terrible idea, though; the salesperson had clearly lost their sense of taste over the years.
"A crane, to be specific," Yue mumbled, thinking. And Bataar picked up a stamp with a flower, one which she could identify thanks to Chichi's obsession with floral patterns, and thought to herself that the colour was familiar. "Kind of girly choice, isn't it?" Yue teased him. Except all the stamps were girly, so he would have had to go through the whole box just to find one which wasn't. He grabbed her braid, to which she protested rather loudly but wordlessly, grabbing hold of the base of her braid so it wouldn't hurt as much as he pulled. Yue Lao grimaced, the warm, Bataar-saliva-covered stamp itchy on her forehead.
Yue Lao took another stamp, smeared some leftover broth on it and shoved it on his cheek. "It had better not stay there forever; I don't want to be a flower, Bugbear."
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 11:40 am
Bataar didn't think the collection of stamps was really going to become any sort of a lifetime hobby. For one, they really weren't violent and he still failed to understand how it was humanly possible to get into a fight with them. In short, stamps appeared to be pointless and weren't half as interesting as something like, say, rats. Now those were some cute-a** animals. He reflected on this with quite a bit of laziness as he sorted through the remainder of the stamps, his brow creasing as he found that not one was very manly.
All the same, he was rather pleased with himself until Yue Lao mentioned that his choice if stamp to place upon her forehead was girly. The Mongol nearly froze and then slowly turned towards the legionnaire, his eyes flashing. "I don't make girly decisions." he announced, his large fists upon the counter. Even after all these years, he couldn't stand the mention of his actions being directly related to anything remotely feminine.
The stamp on his cheek following that was almost too much to handle. Clearly, Yue Lao was trying to dominate in the stamp fight, but he wasn't going to let her. The only way to actually settle this was through a real fight. "Well, you will be!" he huffed, smacking the top of Yue Lao's head as if daring her to physically respond to his challenge. The captain did, after all, fully intend to win!
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