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(This is so awkwardly cute!)

Smiling sweetly, Ayame pulled off her shirt to reveal the bright-red bra underneath. Stretching, she turned to Sho, and batted her eyelashes. "Come on Sho, strip!" She insisted. "All the cool kids are doing it!" However, her heart didn't really seem to be in this teasing, and it probably wasn't, due to the fact that Arson had just removed his own shirt, and most of Ayame's attention was focused on his lack-of-shirt-ness.

Smirking at what was going through everyone's head, Sho tugged off his own shirt. "Great. Just wonderful. I'm sure we've now given everyone a reason to think we're all first-class strippers, but that's not important." He said, shaking his head, and pulling his hair back into it's usual pony-tail.

"Who cares what everyone thinks?" Ayame said, teeth flashing in the light. "I'm sure they're all just envious of our rockin' bods." With one elegant, well-calculated move, Ayame jumped and landed neatly on Sho's back. "Now move!" She insisted, and pointed to Arson's retreating form. "Follow that horse!" Ayame kicked Sho lightly. "I said MOVE! Come on now, we can't lose the race!"

Sho raised an eyebrow, and muttered something about losing something else, but did as he was told, and started walking towards the creek, keeping one arm wrapped around Ayame to make sure she didn't fall.

"Show offs." Sho muttered, shaking his head and taking off after the two plotting teens.

Ayame merely smiled wickedly as she slid neatly from Sho's back. "Last one there won't get claimed by a God!" She sang, dodging Sho's punch, and running towards the creek, her long legs a blur.

Ayame yanked the blankets off her head, and glared at Arson. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Logan come into the cabin. One part of her lit up with happiness, another part told her she should pay attention to Arson, and a third part of her groaned in annoyance. Her gold hair was sticking up all over the place, and her eyes were narrowed slightly. "Why wouldn't I be alright?" Ayame asked crossly, pushing the blankets aside, and swinging her long legs down to the dusty floor. She noticed the orange in Arson's hand, and tried not to drool. Gods, she was hungry. Why did she storm off like that without even taking something to eat. "What's wrong with me?" She wondered, running a hand through her hair, and rubbing her nose with the other.

"You're a b*tch." Ayame remembered the words, hurled at her like daggers, even though at the time, she hadn't cared, as she scrambled off the bed, and after Arson. "Look, I'm sorry, okay?" She said, pulling on his arm, and feeling like a naughty child who had mouthed off to the parents. "It's nice of you to worry about me...I think." She frowned slightly, as if trying to remember. "I mean, ugh, this is all coming out wrong!" Ayame actually stamped her foot, and shook her head, her gold mane of hair flying out everywhere. "It's nice of you to come after me, and I accept that you were worried about me. I'm sorry you had to come chasing after me; you didn't have to do that. Oh, and thank you for bringing me the orange." Satisfied that she had given a proper apology, though for what she didn't know, Ayame stepped back. "You didn't have to come after me, but I'm glad you did." The thought crossed her mind before she could push it away. "I don't have a problem with people expressing worry. I was just cross with you because, I mean, I don't know how to act around you. Wait, that's not what I meant! No, I just..." Ayame trailed off, and twisted a strand of hair around her finger. She didn't want to tell him, she didn't even want to admit it.

Ayame smiled tiredly at him. "I'm not that tired." She said, lying automatically. "And, well, I've been hungrier." She shrugged, and then gave Arson a long look, like she was seeing him for the first time. "But then again, I bet you have too, haven't you?" She turned to head back inside. "You can just say here for a minute, or you can come with me." She said, a faint blushing coloring her cheeks. "I'm only going to go get that orange, then I'm coming back out." Ayame turned to face him, something like a spark of determination in her eyes. "I'm not going to sleep, but we should take a walk or something." Our out habit, one of Ayame's hands went up to rub her nose, but she noticed, and quickly forced her hands down to her sides. "I hate this. I HATE not knowing how to act. I don't want to come off as rude, but that's just what I am." Sighing, Ayame blurted out what had been on her mind for the past few minutes. "I'm being a b*tch because I don't know how to act around you." She said, the words leaving her mouth before she had time to think better of it.

Ashamed at her outburst, awkward, and, for some reason, curious, Ayame walked inside, grabbed the orange, and made her way back outside. "It's already so hot." She thought, twisting her hair into a knot at the back of her neck. "Not even noon yet, and it's got to be at least ninety degrees." Uncertainly, almost shyly, Ayame stood next to Arson, and handed him half of the orange. "Here." She said, and smile, her sharp teeth even whiter in the bright light. "So, where should we go?" It was a question, but at the same time, not really a question. It seemed like Ayame was just asking to fill the empty, slightly awkward silence.