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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 8:48 pm
At the joke that was in clearly poor taste he cracked up, almost not hearing the question that had followed over his own chuckles echoing disjointedly around the bathroom's acoustics.
"C'mon I never said that." he got out amid snorts, his eyes returning to the mirror to tilt his chin up and study another mark on his neck. "Besides, your hands weren't the only ones acting up." he continued with a grin. "I'm gonna tell people I was assaulted by the Kraken."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 9:10 pm
At his laughter, she couldn't help but join in as she secured her towel around her. On anyone else, the snorting laughter would be severely annoying, but on Ken it was somehow charming. Kind of. Maybe.
Gamers have amazing skills with their hands, yes they do.
"Does this mean you're going to dress up as a pirate?" She paused. "Jack Sparrow maybe?" Her tail swished and she reached over to ruffle his wet hair before pushing him out of the way of the mirror so that she could tame her hair into braids.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 11:55 pm
"Jack Sparrow..." he repeated incredulously, stumbling backwards a step and catching himself on the towel rack, still smiling. "Yeah. Sure."
He waited a moment, allowing her to fuss with her hair before leaning in, putting himself between her and her reflection with an expression of mock-distraught on his face. ".....But where has all the SPRITE gone?" he enunciated in a perfectly horrible imitation of the accent.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 12:12 am
Straight face.
Straight faaaaace.
It was no use. At his goofy interjection, Tourma found herself losing the battle with a bad case of the giggles. When she regained some semblance of composure, she immediately leaned up and brushed her lips over his chin while reaching for the blow dryer. "Because it is a vile drink that turns even the most honorable men into complete scoundrels..."
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