Oh? Hold on a sec, someone's at the door. Be back soon, okay?
[And she tumbles out of her bed, not exactly decent because she was about to go to sleep, but at least a tank top and shorts is clothes. Shuffling, she makes her way to the door and opens it in a bit of a haze, looking up.]
Nyaaaah? [She normally doesn't talk in cat noises but everyone has their quirks.]
[For a second she laughs too, a little disbelieving. After all, it's been months and she wasn't dumb enough to actually count on him coming back. But here they were.
Aisha takes one of his hands in hers, not sure if she's going to tug him in ir just hug him.]
If this is the wrong house then I'm sorry, but I won't let you go to the right one just yet.
No need to be a jerk about it, General. [She is going to pout at you, sir.]
Maybe I was leaving an opening for you to . . . This kind of stuff is hard, you know? Stay with me. [Aisha stands up on tiptoe and wraps her arms around his neck, pressing close.]
[He smiles as she reaches up and wraps his own arms around her back, supporting her. There is a bare moment of hesitation before he leans down to kiss her, more a greeting than anything else, natural and sweet, teasing away the pout.]
[She gasps right before he kisses her like that, somehow still surprised by it like a fool. Then she kisses back, sweetly, happily, because she wanted him to want to kiss her. It was silly, but . . . well, she liked him. A lot, even she was a little convinced it was one-sided.
[Whatever it is Reborn is reading from her kiss he seems to keep mostly to himself, taking careful hold of her and returning the kiss, lips parting for hers as it continues.]
[Part of her hopes he's not reading anything at all. She's not sure what would be better, being rejected so coolly or being misunderstood.
Aisha doesn't really want anything but this. Just that he'll let her be like this with him, sometimes. Her lips part as well, as she sinks deeper into the kiss.]
[And she smiles and heads off to the kitchen. Aisha's absorbed in her task, heating water here, mixing things there, but eventually she comes back with two cups of hot chocolate with a touch of cinnamon. Sitting down, she holds one out to him.]
[She leans against him, smiling and nuzzling as she drinks her own drink. The tiredness from earlier is coming back, but she doesn't want to show it.] 's great. Sure you're used to drinking lotsa fancy stuff.
[He shifts automatically to accommodate her so that she can make herself comfortable as she settles against his body.] It's all about presentation, really. I may have had fancier drinks, but seldom have I had such an attractive accompaniment.
You use charm like other people use guns, mmmm. And you hit me with it every time. [He's as warm as her drink, and the thought makes her smile. She doesn't know what he actually does beside be the ultimate jack-of-all trades, but she does know he's considerably skilled at it.
That always charms her too.] But yeah, things are always better with good company. Aisha thinks you're pretty attractive yourself, so . . .
[She drinks more before she speaks again, her voice the soft tone that meant she was drifting off, most times.]
Ah, you'd probably blush pretty too. But I doubt I can make ya do that. You're like the . . .[She's making faces trying to explain this, thoughts she's never tried to sort out for herself, let alone tell another person.]
You're like that girl in my dating sim I got from home. Except worse cause I at least understand what she's saying when she's all "LIAR" and I lose. She doesn't ever call me dear though, so I think you're winning that.
[Totally understandable statement, that. She is truly a master orator.]
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Date: 2013-03-06 04:41 am (UTC)Huh? You mean . . . well, you're the one that chose to text, if you're talking about Aisha.
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Date: 2013-03-06 09:47 pm (UTC)I'm actually planning on remedying that soon.
[Is that...a knock on your door?]
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Date: 2013-03-07 12:38 am (UTC)Oh? Hold on a sec, someone's at the door. Be back soon, okay?
[And she tumbles out of her bed, not exactly decent because she was about to go to sleep, but at least a tank top and shorts is clothes. Shuffling, she makes her way to the door and opens it in a bit of a haze, looking up.]
Nyaaaah? [She normally doesn't talk in cat noises but everyone has their quirks.]
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Date: 2013-03-09 05:20 pm (UTC)Possibly I've wound up at the wrong house?
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Date: 2013-03-09 07:13 pm (UTC)Aisha takes one of his hands in hers, not sure if she's going to tug him in ir just hug him.]
If this is the wrong house then I'm sorry, but I won't let you go to the right one just yet.
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Date: 2013-03-12 03:17 am (UTC)Well, who am I to argue with such a warm welcome?
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Date: 2013-03-12 04:08 am (UTC)[She laughs and pulls, motioning for him to come in.]
Aisha missed you. Things are a lot less . . . smug around here without you. Yeah, that's the word~
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Date: 2013-03-13 02:30 am (UTC)I can always leave, it seems I've worn out my welcome if that's the best you can come up with.
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Date: 2013-03-13 02:43 am (UTC)Maybe I was leaving an opening for you to . . . This kind of stuff is hard, you know? Stay with me. [Aisha stands up on tiptoe and wraps her arms around his neck, pressing close.]
Better?
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Date: 2013-03-14 03:02 am (UTC)Re: [Action]
Date: 2013-03-14 03:17 am (UTC)You never could tell.]
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Date: 2013-03-15 12:59 am (UTC)I think that's a better way to say 'I missed you.'
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Date: 2013-03-16 02:20 am (UTC)[She fidgets a little in his arms, something pulsing inside her. Emotion lingers in her eyes as she smiles softly.]
But I missed you more than that.
[Tilting forward again, she brushes her lips against his before kissing him deeply, with feeling. All the feeling she couldn't quite say.]
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Date: 2013-03-17 04:24 am (UTC)Re: [Action]
Date: 2013-03-18 04:19 am (UTC)Aisha doesn't really want anything but this. Just that he'll let her be like this with him, sometimes. Her lips part as well, as she sinks deeper into the kiss.]
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Date: 2013-03-19 03:25 am (UTC)Was there something else you needed to say, Aisha? Though I'll warn you that, in my experience: il silenzio di un bacio vale piu di mille parole.
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Date: 2013-03-19 04:34 am (UTC)[It's a good question. Is there something she needs to say now? She blinks for a second, then shakes her head a little.]
I don't. I'm just gonna have faith that you get what I was saying, as long as you understand it's fine. Now, would you like something to drink?
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Date: 2013-03-21 04:37 am (UTC)Re: [Action]
Date: 2013-03-21 05:18 am (UTC)[And she smiles and heads off to the kitchen. Aisha's absorbed in her task, heating water here, mixing things there, but eventually she comes back with two cups of hot chocolate with a touch of cinnamon. Sitting down, she holds one out to him.]
Surprised?
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Date: 2013-03-24 04:48 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2013-03-27 01:18 am (UTC)Re: [Action]
Date: 2013-03-27 04:16 am (UTC)That always charms her too.] But yeah, things are always better with good company. Aisha thinks you're pretty attractive yourself, so . . .
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Date: 2013-03-27 10:24 pm (UTC)Re: [Action]
Date: 2013-03-27 10:47 pm (UTC)Ah, you'd probably blush pretty too. But I doubt I can make ya do that. You're like the . . .[She's making faces trying to explain this, thoughts she's never tried to sort out for herself, let alone tell another person.]
You're like that girl in my dating sim I got from home. Except worse cause I at least understand what she's saying when she's all "LIAR" and I lose. She doesn't ever call me dear though, so I think you're winning that.
[Totally understandable statement, that. She is truly a master orator.]
I like when you call me dear.
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