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 Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 6:20 pm
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The Academy - right between classes.
Nilgün gives a less than pleasing answer in Bataar's eyes when his friends ask her about their encounter.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 6:42 pm
It had been at least a week since the fight between her and Bataar had taken place. Nilgün had it in her right mind to forget about the maroon Lunarian, of which she had every intention. He was the last thing she wanted to think about, especially considering that he saw her in the bathhouse. Try as she might, however, the pretty little blue-skinned female couldn't do it. Every attempt she made failed miserably. First her grandmother wanted to know what happened to her that evening, and why she was late, so, naturally, she had to tell her. Firuz wanted to hear the tale the very next morning as well, after hearing what had taken place from his wife the night before. Again, she had to tell it. Any attempt to get Bataar out of her mind had been a bust. After her grandfather heard the story, Nil just gave up altogether with trying to fight it. That damned brute -- she couldn't get his image out of her head, no matter how hard she tried! It just kept popping up everywhere, over every little thing.
Annoyed at such thoughts, the girl found herself trudging to school. A day at the Academy would take her mind off of things. It always did.
The day at the Academy was officially half over by the time Nilgün managed to walk to her favorite relaxing place on campus: the western corner of the Academy courtyard. Barely anyone milled around there during the day. All the other students preferred to stay in the middle of the courtyard or to the far end closet to the gate, enabling for easy access to leave once school let out for the day. This wasn't her cup of tea. With the halls buzzing with students going to and from classes, Nil leaned up against a wall of the school to relax. She had just gotten out of her field training lesson. Military tactics was soon to follow, but the pink-haired girl wasn't going to go just yet. She'd give it a few minutes before walking back into the sea of students. The Persian Lunarian would blend in with the crowd after that. If there was anything she was good at, it was just that: going unnoticed amongst a crowd. She was never one for drawing too much attention to herself. At least, not intentionally.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 7:42 pm
It was true that Bataar had been having a hard time keeping Nilgün out of mind, himself. It had irked him that he hadn't actually won the fight they'd had just a week earlier, and he was also bothered about the fact that the girl had insisted she never wanted to see him again. Now that had been kind of mean, considering that he was dying for some kind of rematch. That had to be it. He was trying his hardest to consider Nil as another guy-- it couldn't be healthy to think of her as a female. He was supposed to fight her, after all.
He frowned and gazed up at the sun, which was beating down on this particular day. A punch to his well-muscled arm pulled him out of his day-dream and he glanced over to one of his friends, his green orbs still distracted.
"You said you saw a girl naked? Dude, where is she?" The Legionnaire clearly did not believe that the bathouse he'd sent Bat over to had actually harbored one of their classmates. She had to be here, if it was true.
"Her name was Nilgün." Bataar replied, his eyes roaming around the grounds of the Academy, although he wasn't exactly searching. The draw had left him somewhat moody, after all. He didn't want to fight a girl, and yet he wanted to claim his victory. The thought had tortured him for days now. Sure, he could brag about seeing her in the bathouse, but if he couldn't brag about winning their fight it was hardly worth all the fuss.
"Uh, you mean that Nilgün?" Bataar's friend(not the greatest buddy, evidently) pointed over to the blue Lunarian who was removed from the crowds around the western corner. It didn't take long until the entire herd of people that chose to associate with Bat on a daily basis had moved right on over to Nil, demanding to know just what she had to do with the Mongol at this point.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 12:02 pm
So much for some peace and quiet between classes. What was supposed to be a reflective few minutes to herself had turned about to be something straight out of a zoo, or possibly even a mad house. Nilgün was standing silently against the wall, and the next thing she knew a group of about six or so Lunarian boys her age had surrounded her. Where they had come from, she had no idea, but she had an incling as to what they wanted to talk to her about. She could see Bataar's figure off back behind him, and that was all she needed. They wanted to know about his encounter with her.
None of them skipped a beat. "So, Niiiil," one of the particularly annoying Noble boys asked. He had a small, pointed nose and brownish scales. If mice could swim, he'd probably be the equivalent of that the girl guessed. "What did Bataar see?" As he asked the question, the circle of boys around her seemed to tighten even more. All of them were anxious, eager to get the juicy details on exactly what had went down. One of the other boys, this one a fellow Legionnaire, didn't even give her time to reply to the first question before rambling off a second one. "Did he touch you? What did he touch? I bet he failed miserably at it." A chorus of laughter followed this, to which the pink-haired girl remained silent for. Only after they had seemed to calm down did she decide to address them - considering they wouldn't shut up, this would be the only way for them to listen.
"Gentlemen," she cooed, taking a moment to gaze at each and everyone of the boys that had swarmed her. "...Gentlemen. I'm flattered that you all want to speak with me," she then paused at this and placed her hands primly behind her back. "But I have no idea what you're talking about." Her eyes locked immediately with Bataar's as she said this, and a smile spread across her face. Not a happy, warm smile that most would expect, but a cool and mocking one. Did he really expect her to admit to his friends what had gone on, let alone give them the details? He had to be joking! There was no way she was going to own up to anything like that, and to cover herself, she'd lie and deceive as much as she could to get out of it.
Her smile faded after that and was replaced with a look of sheer confusion. "I don't know anyone named Bataar, and not only that..." Her eyes casually fell on the Mongol Lunarian again. "But I don't go to the Oishiburo at that time of the evening. Everyone and their mother knows that the late evening is the time Old Lady Feng takes her baths. If your friend, Bataar, saw anyone, it would had to have been her."
There. That should keep them squabbling and off her case for a while. The effect would also be two fold, since not only would it keep the nosy Lunarian boys preoccupied, but it would also stick it to Bataar. It served him right for trying to brag about his shenanigans to other boys. He had all of this coming.
Existence, denied!
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 2:31 pm
Bataar watched with a smug expression as his friends approached Nil, confident(for whatever reason) that she'd narrate the entire confrontation in the bathouse to the students. He was pleased enough with himself to ignore some of the comments made by his so-called buddies, too. He was used to their lack of respect for him, after all. Although the Mongol could be threatening, he was routinely bullied, with the one prime example having been when they'd directed him to the bathouse during the evening, expecting him to see some old lady.
That, however, had certainly not been the case! Instead, he'd met Nilgün, which he'd been very pleased about despite their subsequent battle. In fact, he figured that she might as well have been his property. He had, after all, gotten front-row seats in the bathouse. He'd seen her with her hair down, too! He didn't think she ever put her hair down, besides in the bath(it seemed he could care a little less about the part that she'd been naked at this point). If his mother had taught him one thing about women, it was that the little things absolutely mattered. He stopped himself abruptly before continuing with that little string of thoughts; he had to remember that Nil was nothing but mean and conniving and that she'd told him she never wanted to see him again. Hell, he didn't even know if he could ever be friends with that girl.
For once, he took the time to awknowledge that he was stupid.
But now she was starting to speak. Bataar looked up, a wide, proud grin gracing his tanned features as he listened to Nil address his friends. And then it came, smacking him in the face out of nowhere. Bataar had rarely been so shocked by such a blatant lie.
"But I have no idea what you're talking about."
Wait a minute. What?
And now... now she was saying she didn't even know him, let alone go to the bathouse in the evening. "That is such a lie." Bataar snarled, his muscles taut just beneath his tan skin. He listened to the toll of the bell that signaled the changing of classes and watched as his friends blew him off, walking in the direction of their next class with audible laughter floating back to the Mongol upon the warm breeze.
His emerald eyes alighted upon Nilgün, and narrowed. "You b***h." And with that, he pivoted and walked away.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 2:54 pm
If she had been any other girl then being called such a word would have probably hit her like a slap in the face. Yet Nilgün wasn't just any other girl. While Bataar had intended for his words to faze her, she just let it roll off of her shoulder without a care in the world. A b***h, really? No -- not her. She would never act like that. It was almost comical, really, the way the male Lunarian had reacted. As if she had never been called something like that before. Pfft. Whatever.
With an amused, impish grin, she watched him walk off. As he did, her eyes couldn't help but linger on him. Despite being smelly and boorish in attitude she had to admit...he was good-looking. Of course, she admitted that inwardly. Most certainly not to anyone out loud. Bataar was further and further away now off on his way to class, and the girl took this as her time to spring into action. She started to walk off as well, but not in the direction of her next class. She had no intention of going there today. Instead, she took an opposite route, and made her way to head off to the library.
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A few hours had passed after that, and Nilgün made her way out of the library and back into the main courtyard. The other students started to file out of the Academy as well. Some were tired after the long day of studies, while others were rowdy and glad to be free. She, on the other hand, was more relieved than anything else. Being at the school was stressful, and she could use some personal time to herself. Before exiting the Academy grounds, the Legionnaire girl took time to pause. She peered out into the crowds of students, her eyes scanning meticulously. She was looking for someone - Bataar, in particular - to see if he had gone home yet or if he was still around. Though why she was so keen on knowing where he was at was beyond her at the moment. She knew she shouldn't have cared in the back of her mind. She shouldn't have cared less.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 3:21 pm
Bataar had spent the afternoon in his classes, distracted. His so-called buddies had finally stopped making fun of him, and his defense hadn't worked at all. They'd believed Nilgün one hundred percent. To say that he was pissed off would have been the understatement of the week. She'd blatantly insulted him, putting a serious dent in his reputation. He definitely wasn't going to let that go easily; he needed some kind of revenge, and he needed it soon. He didn't want this situation to torture him for even another few minutes; Bat had to take action.
She was easy to pick out from the rest of the crowd, standing just near the library, her eyes searching for someone. Bataar weaved through the mob of students and approached Nilgün, a tight smile contorting his expression. No one pissed him off that much and got away with it! "What a coincidence." Bat muttered dryly, knowing that his approach had been all too clear. He was on the verge of stringing a few more sentences together when he heard a familiar howl of laughter, coming from his small group of friends who'd just trotted up.
"Hey, Bataar, what're you doing? You do know she said she doesn't know you!"
That did the trick.
"Oh, really?" Bataar looked flustered as he regarded his friends, who turned and started walking away. When one of the boys turned back to crack another joke, he nearly choked-- the scene before him was way too shocking to handle. "What the hell?" Their smelly friend had just done something totally unexpected.
The muscular Mongol had pulled Nilgün into his arms, having decided to use the element of surprise. It seemed to have worked, considering that the two of them were now engaged in a passionate lip-lock.
He'd done this completely out of impulse, mainly having wanted to prove something to the group of guys that were now gaping at him as if he'd come to school spotless. Bat was careful to turn his back to the other Lunarians before breaking away."If you don't play along, I'll... I'll..." Well, he couldn't think of any great threats just now, but he figured glowering down at her might do the trick. "Well, nevermind, but just do it. And what the hell did you put on your lips?" The maroon Lunarian glanced around, finally letting go of Nil once he'd decided that his friends were a good enough distance away.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 9:36 pm
If the young Lunarian man wanted to catch her off guard, then he had done it. Mission accomplished. Heck, the fact that he was still there at school was a surprise in and of itself. She was sure he had left already. Like most of his companions (or whom he called his friends), Bataar never stayed very long afterward at the Academy. And if seeing him still present wasn't enough, it paled in comparison to what happened next. There was no way that the pretty Persian Lunarian saw what he had coming. She had absolutely no idea whatsoever.
She had often pictured what her first kiss would be like (not that she would publicize the fact that Bataar was her first real kiss). Like most of the other girls her age, it was commonplace to think about. Originally, Nilgün couldn't help but picture it to be something sweet. A fairytale of a kiss where her man came, scooped her in his arms, and dipped her into a kiss. Oh, how naive she was. Bataar's kiss, on the other hand, was of an entirely different sort. It was impulsive, slightly rough, and way more passionate than she figured a guy like the Mongol was capable of. If she weren't so shocked from his actions, Nilgün probably would have melted into his arms right then and there, but she couldn't do that. She was too frozen to even move.
Eyes wide, all she could do was blink when he pulled away from her. He muttered something after that - something that she didn't quite catch, and he was glowering. The blue Legionnaire was still unable to focus her attention on what was going on around her. Her head was not only spinning, but her heart had started to beat about ten times faster. So much faster, in fact, that she could swear she could hear it in her fins. This...this didn't just happen, did it? "And what the hell did you put on your lips?" That snapped her back to reality.
Nilgün jolted out of her daze as if someone shocked her with a spark of electricity. "Wh-...what," she mumbled in a whisper. By the looks of things, she was still trying to wrap the situation that had just unfolding around her pretty little head. A hand reached up instinctively as she tried to focus, and when a delicately polished finger touched her lips she remembered what he had asked her. "...Oh. It's lipgloss...strawberry lipgloss.." It was quite amusing, really, how she could recall such an irrelevant thing as to what type of lipgloss she was wearing. Yet as irrelevant as it may seem, the makeup she wore was important to the girl. She did make it, after all, and as crude as it was, it got the job done. Who needed the expensive makeup when she could just make her own? It tasted just as good.
Another thought then popped into her mind. Play along. He wanted her to play along. Now that her thoughts had been recollected and her composure regained, the Persian just narrowed her eyes at him. He couldn't be serious? Not after what he had just done! Well, if he was going for surprises, then two could play at that game. Regardless of the fact that his friends were far away by now, the girl leaned so she was close to Bataar. Inches closed in before she pressed her lips right back against his just as passionately as he had locked with hers. In pulling back a moment later, she then moved to whisper to him softly, "I have no intention of playing along with you. But, while I'm at it, I might as well do that." The pink-haired Lunarian took a step backward now that she was through, a confident smirk on her face.
And who said that she could never beat him?
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 3:27 am
Bataar couldn't help his insensitive nature, and so it wasn't very surprising that he'd managed to miss Nilgün's drawn out reaction entirely. After all, he'd be damned if he weren't a thick-headed guy, almost entirely wrapped up in himself as he assessed the kiss that had just taken place. It wasn't something that the Mongol had anticipated or intended; he'd kind of just done it, having used any and all vulgar makeout scenes dotted around the campus as reference. He thought he'd done pretty well for someone who'd never tried it before.
His green eyes landed on Nil, and he frowned. The usually-cocky girl now looked confused and quiet, something he hadn't expected. He supposed he had gotten his revenge, after all, but in his opinion kissing had been a particularly nice way to do it. After all, he could have groped her or something, and even Bat knew that lips-on-lips was probably a lot more comfortable than that. He had to keep too wide a smile from emerging; he was so gracious! Nilgün was lucky she'd ended up kissing a guy like him.
The maroon Lunarian ran a finger lightly along the contours of his lips, but it wasn't because of any odd sensations. He was much more interested in the stuff Nil had put on her lips to make them sparkle, and gazed down attentively when she answered. "Strawberry?" That was the only tip-off he needed. The Mongol inserted his finger into his mouth and consumed shiny gloss, looking surprisingly pleased with its taste. Why, he ought to wear this on his lips too, and eat it whenever he felt compelled. Did all girls do that? He'd certainly never heard his friends talk about it. He watched the Persian move closer with an almost absent expression, still considering the benefits of lipgloss.
"Hey, what are you--?"
The kiss he next endured was a shock, considering that Nil had all but denied his existence earlier in the day. The muscular boy was, momentarily, left speechless after the kiss, although he knew enough to frown at the blue Lunarian's smug expression. Well, if she wanted to be like that, Bataar would just have to use the situation to his advantage. He ran his tongue along his lips now, once again consuming the shiny pink substance that had accumulated there as if it were some sort of weird afternoon snack.
"Strawberry lipgloss, huh?"
He stared down at her, having dissected the situation as best as he could manage. They were somehow fighting now, weren't they? "I like it." Bataar snarled, leaning down to kiss Nil full on the lips again. In his mind, the Persian had just proven that kissing was no big deal, anyway; just another language in which to fight in.
Or it might be true that he'd do anything to eat her lipgloss. There was no telling with Bataar.
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 3:01 pm
That was where Bataar was wrong. Kissing was a big deal - not just something one did because of the glossy substance one wore on their lips. It was an action that people did when they had feelings for one another, be it romantic or otherwise. The maroon Lunarian, however, hadn't seemed to pick up on this note. He truly was thick, wasn't he? Hadn't he learned anything from the girl-crazed boys he called his friends? Apparently not. This was not proper protocol. Bat didn't know how to do anything right in terms of the opposite sex.
Nilgün didn't allow her male companion to kiss her again. When he moved in toward his target, all she did was simply sidestep him. A hand raised up in the air afterward with nails perfectly manicured, only to swing in the direction of his face. She had every intention of slapping him for his obnoxious and rude behavior. "Don't even think about touching me." The tone in her voice was deadly, and if anyone else were listening in on the conversation between the two of them, they would be able to tell that she wasn't playing around. The young Lunarian woman meant business.
"I told you to stay away from me," she went on to say, not at all amused about how he considered her lipgloss to be a snack. Makeup wasn't for eating. It was for wearing and making one look good! Duh! "You're making my life increasingly difficult by showing up." It was true. Bataar was all she could think about after their run-in at the Oishiburo. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get him out of her head. Only by staying away would that even be possible, yet then again, there he was. It was almost as if he wanted her to think about him.
How annoying, yet a typical Bataar thought process.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 5:42 pm
It was true that he had virtually no experience with the opposite sex, but Bat had never been fazed by that. He was fazed, however, when Nilgün prevented his next kiss from occuring. "Hey, what's wrong? It's not like kissing is a big deal, anyway. You don't have to act so angry!" He studied the Persian, having the nerve to look openly confused. He had heard stories about girls acting like this from his companions, but, of course, he'd never experienced it first-hand. He'd thought girls liked kisses! Hell, he'd thought Nil had just moments before.
Bataar's green eyes widened just slightly as he continued to observe the female just in front of him. Why? Why was she being so mean? It was just a kiss! "Stay away from you? But you're practically my property! In my clan, you would have already been captured, therefore belonging to me." In fact, while he was at it, he might as well demonstrate. He reached forward, grabbed Nil around her waist, lifting her easily up onto his shoulder as if she were some sort of potato sack. That was how you got your woman if you belonged to the Jaorets. Certainly, it wasn't the nicest way to go about things, but it usually turned out to be effective. Women loved this kind of thing!
"You see? You're not too heavy. Easy to carry around." He demonstrated, trotting a small distance away from the library with a firm grim on his captive's thighs to keep her in place. Now, it was time to get down to business. "So tell me, why are you so set on avoiding me?" It was only now that he realized how much it had been bothering him. Even Bataar had enough sense to be aware that he was in an unhealthy situation here with Nil being so vehement. The blue Lunarian had been lodged in the back of his mind, a tickling sensation that he couldn't quite rid himself of.
He was determined to get to the bottom of this.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 6:10 pm
"Wh-...what do you think you are doing," the young Lunarian woman found herself sputtering in disbelief. Bataar was...he was actually picking her up! This couldn't be happening. She had to be dreaming or something. Proper men never just up and grabbed women to throw them over their shoulder. Then again, this was the Mongol Lunarian she was thinking about. Exceptions had to be taken into consideration. Needless to say, Nilgün was not pleased to be in her current predicament. Not pleased in the slightest. "And for your information, I am not your property!"
In an attempt to somehow get away from the maroon man, she squirmed in his grasp. A brief pause then followed when he inquired to know why she had been avoiding him. Wait -- all of this was because he wanted to know why she didn't want to see him? No...no, that couldn't be it. And even if it were, she had no intention of telling him the honest answer to that question. 'Yeah, I'm avoiding you so I don't have your image in my head twenty-four hours a day. I don't want to think about you.' That would have been a lovely thing to tell him. He'd laugh her all the way back to the Oishiburo and back if she mentioned that.
So, in typical Nilgün fashion, the Persian did what she did best: she deceived him.
"You really want to know," she replied back, her head turning so she could gaze back at the Lunarian holding her in his arms. "Alright, then." A sigh followed after that and a pause before she continued on. Although it was only for a split second, that time was enough for her to gather her thoughts together. She knew exactly what she was going to say, and what made it even better was that he would believe her. She knew that for a fact.
"I find your lack of personal hygiene ridiculous. As a woman who prides herself in taking high-quality care of her body and her overall appearance in general, well..." Another pause; this time for dramatic effect. "I don't really want to be seen with someone with such disrespect for themselves. Lunarians see me as a beacon of cleanliness, and that would only be tarnished by hanging around with you constantly." While she didn't give him the complete honest answer, there was a partial truth to what the girl had said. Bataar did have a lack of personal hygiene that she never thought she would see in any Lunarian. Ever! If only in her worst nightmares.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 6:37 pm
Bataar had proven more than enough that he was not a proper man. He was accustomed to being the brute in most situations, and this was no exception. "What does it look like I'm doing?" he demanded, sounding ridiculously assured. In Bat's opinion, this was how women should be handled. It was unconventional, yet very effective; that was what his mother said, at least. He wouldn't even have had a yurt to his name had he not found it within himself to agree with Odval's strict traditionalist values. He'd always kept it to himself, but it was his secret belief that his mother had actually kidnapped his father-- it made sense with the way the woman acted sometimes.
"You are so my property." the Mongol argued, holding his arm more tightly around Nil's legs to remind the girl of the position she was currently in. Stuff like this was what manly men were supposed to do! He certainly wasn't going to look like a sissy and let the Persian just walk off somewhere after rejecting him. Rejection was not something that Bat had been built to endure. He refused to get his a** handed to him by some infuriating girl who refused to awknowledge his existence! Dense or not, he had way too much pride for that kind of thing.
He would have watched her carefully, but it wasn't exactly a feat he could accomplish considering how he'd tossed her over his shoulder. The moment she started speaking, the Mongol sealed his lips, listening carefully. "I do want to know!" he couldn't help but mutter. Usually he knew full well why people hated him; maybe because he'd punched them in the face, or called them a man, but with Nilgün he'd been at a loss for quite some time now. He'd been dwelling on her having ignored him earlier for the entire afternoon, and now he was finally going to figure out her reasoning-- he'd get to see directly into a woman's brain!
He wasn't sure how to perceive her explanation.
"You... you mean that I'm dirty and I smell bad?" he asked softly, clearly not sure whether or not he was quite right. After all, he thought he smelled positively manly. He'd thought it was attractive. That was exactly the reason he needed clarification right this second. From what he'd gleaned, Nil absolutely disdained his "lack of personal hygiene," as she'd put it.
Was she implying that he needed a bath?
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 7:21 pm
Yes. That was exactly what Nilgün was implying and then some.
When her friend...enemy...companion -- whatever he was put it in those words, the pretty young woman couldn't help but frown. It sounded so rude when he said it that way. "If you want to put it bluntly, then yes," she admitted, pausing in her squirming to think a bit. Why did he have to ask her that sort of question? Why couldn't he just have understood her the first time so she wouldn't have to say such things. It didn't pride her to say it. Such words probably hurt Bataar's feelings, and that was the last thing she wanted to do, even if he was a brute. Oh, well. He could handle it. If he couldn't, then he wouldn't have asked so directly.
She had stopped squirming in his arms at that point. Flailing around like a fish wasn't exactly getting her anywhere. No - she had to think of another plan of action in order to get him to let her go. It was as the Persian thought about things that a thought came to her head, and it wasn't a very pleasant one. The way the bear of a Lunarian was holding her, to put it modestly, wasn't exactly the most flattering way. Had they a desire to look at them, any passerby would then be able to plainly see that which the girl had always kept hidden under her short, pink skirt: a golden pair of panties.
"Put me down! Put me down!" A barrage of hits to Bataar's back followed these demands. She also added in something else for good measure, in case the message wasn't getting around the first time; the pink-haired Lunarian dug her meticulously manicured nails into his muscular shoulder blades. "We need to settle this once and for all, and I have a wager." Yes, she was willing to place bets at this point. It would catch the man's attention for sure. "Defeat me successfully and then fine - I'll be your "property". But if I win, then you have to keep your hands off of me."
Sure, it probably wasn't the best wager, but hey - what did she have to lose?
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 7:39 pm
Bataar appeared to be less than pleased when Nilgün chose to confirm his fears. Having to take a bath simply didn't sound like a fantastic idea, especially if you were accustomed to thinking that a lack of cleanliness only boosted your manly appeal. His brows furrowed as he thought it through, and he finally decided that he just might have to concede to the blue Lunarian. He would not have her ignoring him at every turn! He'd have to prove he was manly even without the stench that clung to him. Still, he was sure being clean would feel a little like being naked in public; he'd never cared before whether he was dirty.
It was typical of the Mongol not to notice the girl's golden panties. Not right away, anyway. When he did take notice, it didn't seem like that big of a deal. He supposed it was a pleasant color for underwear, was all. No real man actually got turned on at the sight of panties, after all! He abandoned this particular string of thoughts when the Persian began attempting to pummel him. Geez, what was the problem with being carried around for a little while? For Bataar, the correct answer was that there should have been absolutely no problem whatsoever.
"Hey, stop it--!"
He was almost immediately cut off, and he instantaneously loosened his grip on Nil's legs. The girl had managed to get in a particularly low blow. Bat grimaced, setting her down in order to undergo a short period of recovery. He would blame Nilgün if he turned out to be infertile.
The maroon Lunarian was just about to angrily reprimand her when she spoke, suggesting a wager. That caught his attention. He looked up, his green eyes hopeful. Nil gave him exactly what he'd wanted. For someone with a terrible short-term memory, he was certain that he'd be able to remember Nil's words particularly well. He would be sure to spend some uncharacteristic quality time picking them apart, looking for the strengths of the statement if he won, and the loopholes if he were to somehow lose.
"All I have to do is beat you?"
Bataar punched Nil in the boobs.
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