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metamorphosis2016-11-18 11:25 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2016-11-18 11:25 pm
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Title: for next time
Characters: Aligula, Ginti
Rating: G
“Don’t worry, nobody’s expecting much from you.”
“Is that supposed to be a pep talk?”
Ginti stares at her for a moment, chin resting in his hand, then shrugs. Aligula lolls her head a little, an exaggerated gesture for rolling eyes, and goes back to fixing her hair. Or messing it with. Or whatever it is she's doing. In and out of her ponytail, halfway braided before she decides that apparently isn't good enough, curled around her fingertips, curled around his—
she freezes when he pauses, but he sees the motion through after, pulling his fingers gently through her hair and laying his hand on the counter. She tilts her head at him curiously, lips puckered like she wants to say something, and he closes his eyes with a soft exhale.
"Out with it, Aligula."
"Will you braid my hair?" Aligula asks without hesitation, and he just... slowly opens his eyes back up and stares at her. She waits, hands idly running through her long hair until he motions her closer and she does so, smoothing her skirt out once she's made herself comfortable on the bar. He straightens up a little and pulls her hair back, mimicking the way her fingers had been working through the thin strands. Aligula messes with her glove cuffs, staring straight ahead like a good girl—until she's not, turning her head towards him with the start of a sentence that turns into a whine as he tugs her hair.
"Stay still, it's already hard enough to do this without you squirming."
"Doesn't mean you gotta be a brute about it," she mutters heatedly, facing forward again; she stays like that for another couple of moments before she tilts her head back just a little. Not enough to be an annoyance on his attempt at braiding, but just enough to irk him. She pretends like that's not exactly what she's trying to do. Real cute. "You don't do this often?"
He glances at her, twisting one strand around another. "Do I look like the kind of guy who does?"
Aligula hums thoughtfully, then shakes her head as minimally as she can manage. "No, not really... So why are you doing it this time?"
"You'd probably bug me until I gave in," he replies, irritatedly aware there's no actual heat to his words, and tugs her braid when she starts up with I would not. Aligula reaches back and grabs his wrist, pulls him forward; he has enough time to catch himself on the counter before he slams into her, but they're close enough that when he breathes, the hair by her ear moves. She's still, fingers slowly loosening from his wrist until they're back in her lap, and he leans away from her once he's free.
She gives him an irritated look—or one he'd guess would be, darted sharply over her shoulder despite the lack of eyes to denote it—and huffs, scooting away. It takes her a second to slip off the counter, sliding the braid over her shoulder to inspect it, and when it apparently passes her standards she turns around leans against the bar. Pouting, like she has any reason to.
"When you're that close to a girl," she starts, a patient anger in her voice, and Ginti realizes that yes, apparently, she thinks she has a reason to, "you're supposed to do something to them! Like... kiss them! On the neck!"
"Did you want me to."
"Well, I—" she looks a little taken aback about it, at least, and Ginti props his chin in his hand again, watching her. After a moment, she mimics his pose; there's a dull, rhythmic thud that begins and he leans to the side just enough to see it's her boot tapping the floor. It stops, pushing her up instead, and he switches his attention back to her just in time to see her climbing back on the counter. "Sort of," Aligula admits, arms crossing loosely over her chest once she's gotten settled. "Just remember it for next time."
For next time.
"No promises," he warns, then motions her to follow him; there's an event to get to, and as keen as he is on not going, he's keener on not incurring Nona's wrath for ignoring her suggestion to let his Interesting assistant come along with him.
Characters: Aligula, Ginti
Rating: G
“Don’t worry, nobody’s expecting much from you.”
“Is that supposed to be a pep talk?”
Ginti stares at her for a moment, chin resting in his hand, then shrugs. Aligula lolls her head a little, an exaggerated gesture for rolling eyes, and goes back to fixing her hair. Or messing it with. Or whatever it is she's doing. In and out of her ponytail, halfway braided before she decides that apparently isn't good enough, curled around her fingertips, curled around his—
she freezes when he pauses, but he sees the motion through after, pulling his fingers gently through her hair and laying his hand on the counter. She tilts her head at him curiously, lips puckered like she wants to say something, and he closes his eyes with a soft exhale.
"Out with it, Aligula."
"Will you braid my hair?" Aligula asks without hesitation, and he just... slowly opens his eyes back up and stares at her. She waits, hands idly running through her long hair until he motions her closer and she does so, smoothing her skirt out once she's made herself comfortable on the bar. He straightens up a little and pulls her hair back, mimicking the way her fingers had been working through the thin strands. Aligula messes with her glove cuffs, staring straight ahead like a good girl—until she's not, turning her head towards him with the start of a sentence that turns into a whine as he tugs her hair.
"Stay still, it's already hard enough to do this without you squirming."
"Doesn't mean you gotta be a brute about it," she mutters heatedly, facing forward again; she stays like that for another couple of moments before she tilts her head back just a little. Not enough to be an annoyance on his attempt at braiding, but just enough to irk him. She pretends like that's not exactly what she's trying to do. Real cute. "You don't do this often?"
He glances at her, twisting one strand around another. "Do I look like the kind of guy who does?"
Aligula hums thoughtfully, then shakes her head as minimally as she can manage. "No, not really... So why are you doing it this time?"
"You'd probably bug me until I gave in," he replies, irritatedly aware there's no actual heat to his words, and tugs her braid when she starts up with I would not. Aligula reaches back and grabs his wrist, pulls him forward; he has enough time to catch himself on the counter before he slams into her, but they're close enough that when he breathes, the hair by her ear moves. She's still, fingers slowly loosening from his wrist until they're back in her lap, and he leans away from her once he's free.
She gives him an irritated look—or one he'd guess would be, darted sharply over her shoulder despite the lack of eyes to denote it—and huffs, scooting away. It takes her a second to slip off the counter, sliding the braid over her shoulder to inspect it, and when it apparently passes her standards she turns around leans against the bar. Pouting, like she has any reason to.
"When you're that close to a girl," she starts, a patient anger in her voice, and Ginti realizes that yes, apparently, she thinks she has a reason to, "you're supposed to do something to them! Like... kiss them! On the neck!"
"Did you want me to."
"Well, I—" she looks a little taken aback about it, at least, and Ginti props his chin in his hand again, watching her. After a moment, she mimics his pose; there's a dull, rhythmic thud that begins and he leans to the side just enough to see it's her boot tapping the floor. It stops, pushing her up instead, and he switches his attention back to her just in time to see her climbing back on the counter. "Sort of," Aligula admits, arms crossing loosely over her chest once she's gotten settled. "Just remember it for next time."
For next time.
"No promises," he warns, then motions her to follow him; there's an event to get to, and as keen as he is on not going, he's keener on not incurring Nona's wrath for ignoring her suggestion to let his Interesting assistant come along with him.