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looking for some trouble tonight

Date & Time: August 31st, before Ella's part.
Location: Um. An apartment. Probably Sango's.
Characters: Sango (

taijiya) and Blaine (

strategic_guile)
Summary: What are odd friends who occasionally make innuendos at you for, except to braid your hair and quiz you on guns and drag you to parties?
Warnings: Probably none, unless Blaine gets his own.

Straightening up the kitchen and digging in the pantry was proving a fruitless distraction, and not a very good excuse. She really did need to keep better track of where the groceries were going--but with the recent random flux of roommates coming and going and her own often busy schedule, she'd been eating out far too often and little in between.

"Alright, point taken," Sango noted finally with a sigh, a delayed response to Blaine's earlier statement that there would be food at the party he'd mentioned. It'd been a subject that kept cropping up today almost organically, even while at the shooting range. Some party that a girl Sango didn't know was throwing, open to anybody. It didn't seem to make much of a difference to Blaine that she had no idea how 'modern' parties worked, didn't know anyone but him that was going, and had precious little knowledge of the social etiquette presumably required for such a situation.

She quit rummaging and crossed her arms, uncertain. "But I hope you know I've got no idea how this works."

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Blaine had watched Sango try to avoid his more than reasonable -to him- suggestion of going to the party. She was too young to not go out and have fun and he didn't regret using food as a bribe. The blonde gave her a small shrug. "It's not complicated. You put on some nice clothes, do your hair, and go socialize."

He half turned on the couch so he could see her better in the kitchen. His eyes did a quick scan over her. He wondered what kind of clothes she had, because he didn't see her in anything besides training gear. "I can help you get ready."

Sango owned only a handful of outfits--the two she had come to Exsilium with, the intricate peach dress she'd acquired from her mission in Renaissance France, an almost excruciatingly middle-aged and modest blue dress, and maybe a pair of too-big sweatpants and long-sleeved shirt. She was not sure herself any of it would be suitable.

"Eh..." The thought of someone of the opposite sex helping her get ready for a social event was odd. She didn't have enough context to fend for herself, though, and as long as she kept him out of the room while she changed...

Well, hopefully he wasn't the kind of peeper that Miroku was.

"Alright, I guess." It... it couldn't hurt, right?

Pshhh, keep him out of the room? He wasn't that bad. He'd at least turn around to give her a bit of dignity, not that he expected her to let him stay in the room anyway. He'd recognized that sound as a lack of confidence and canted his eyes towards her for a moment before he let his head rest against the back of the couch.

He grinned as she gave in and was on his feet. "Then let's get started~"

Blaine avoided rubbing his hands together as he moved around the couch towards her. "We'll see what you have to wear first."

"I..." Well. Maybe it was just better to let him see for himself. Sango sighed and moved towards the door that led to her room, opening it.

"Sorry for the mess," she apologized brusquely. Her room wasn't that terrible, save a sloppily made bed and a couple of weapons lying around, but still. She hurriedly opened the closet, revealing all five of her outfits in their glory, and stood there with an expression that was half "I told you I'm not suited to this stuff" and half wariness.

Blaine went inside and shrugged at her apology. His room was worse than hers right now. He didn't have weapons everywhere, but clothes. One look into her closet and he gave her a look. "Really? Not even a weeks worth? Do you wash your leotard every day?"

The blonde looked at the five outfits and pretty much gave up on that. Unless he planned on tearing apart her ballgown he was just going to have to figure something else out. The question that crossed his mind was if she was short enough to use one of his shirts as a dress. He stroked his chin.

"Well, we'll go to my room and see what I can do. Your closet is a sad thing for me to look at." He made a gesture for her to follow him as he moved out of her room and for the front door so they could go to his room. He only had so much time.

"It needs washing every day," she found herself replying defensively. "What exactly do you think I do in it? Pick flowers?" She actually thought she had a rather expansive variety of clothing, considering her outfits at home had numbered exactly two, and one was exclusively for fighting. The fact that she could bathe and do laundry every single day in Exsilium was still sort of a novel concept, if a welcome one.

"Your room...? Are you saying you have women's clothing at your place?" she asked, eyebrows raised. "Or a roommate who's a woman?"

"I just don't know how it doesn't fall apart when you have to wash it so often," he said, ignoring her defensive tone. Even if she didn't shower and bathe every day, she didn't smell and he wasn't going to sleep with her, so the hygiene thing didn't bother him overly much.

"No, I look like shit in women's clothes." His shoulders were too wide, honestly. That and what came in sizes he could wear were usually ugly as sin and he didn't want to look like a table cloth. "With a bit of careful folding I have something you can probably wear. We might have to go out and buy some leggings or a shirt depending on how it looks."

Or just how exposed she was willing to be. She may not be able to do the strapless dress that might only go down to her mid thigh without beating him for making her look like a hooker or something. He thought it was cute, but he was pretty sure she was a few hundred years in his past. Not to mention Asian, and he had no idea what the norm was back then.

Sango blinked in surprise at his comment about women's clothes, enough to drop the line of conversation about her leotard just to stare.

"How do you... you know what, never mind." If women in the future wore skirts as short as Kagome's, perhaps men in the future did too. "As for whatever you have, we'll see."

Blaine also had nearly a foot of height on Sango, so perhaps the idea actually a chance. If she could get her hands on a jacket. And the leggings would also be a good idea.

Blaine could tell she was startled by his offhand comment, but he didn't answer her half uttered question. Even from people who were closer to his own timeline were surprised by the things he said. It made him wonder if he was just that special or if other worlds were just more conservative than his own, even from the future.

Blonde hair pushed back behind his ear with a hand, he made his way to the door. "Let's get started, just in case we have to go out and buy something for you to wear after all."

It surprised her, yes, but whether she was bothered much by it might be another story. The Japanese did tend to have a "to each his own" view of personal lives, and... as a woman who walked around in armor and a bodysuit half of the time in a world where women were expected to be clad in loose-fitting kimonos, she didn't have much room to be making judgment.

"Alright," she sighed in compliance and followed him out of the door, locking it absently behind her. Having her appearance fussed over was something she wasn't used to... even if it was sort of nice. "When did it start, again?"

He wanted just long enough for her to lock the door before starting his way down the hall and to his own room. "I forgot," he said, his eyes rolling off to the side as he thought about it. Yeah, he really couldn't remember, even though he knew just how long he had to get her ready five minutes ago. Memory was a fickle mistress.

"We've got plenty of time. Let's just say seven," he added. They reached his door and quickly unlocked and opened it. He waved her in and came behind her to close it. He didn't bother with the lock and just went back to his room. He opened his closet and took out some shirts that no longer fit him.

"Which color do you like?" He held up four of different colors and patterns.

[[Awww yeah mun laziness you get to pick the color and pattern 8D]]

Sango eyed the shirts dubiously, thinking to herself that none of them were going to fit her. But she knew Blaine well enough by now to realize he already knew that and had something cooking, so she just paid attention to the colors instead.

Her fingers landed on a tamer one with vertical green pinstripes. "I think this one."

"What? No bright pink and yellow?" he asked, grinning at her as he put them back. Honestly, no one should wear those shirts, but he used them as a pop of color beneath another shirt. Hello layering. He looked good in them anyway, but he still liked the cool colors.

"Okay, I'll put it on you and you can see how it looks. Hold up your arms."

"I wear pink nearly every day," she noted, bemused. She didn't think that whatever he was going to do would look particularly fashionable over her long dark blue ~~grandma~~ dress, but it wouldn't exactly hurt, either. Sango obeyed and held up her arms. Blaine has proved that he was no Houshi-sama, but she was still going to watch those hands.

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"Ahh, pink, but not yellow~" he admonished playfully. He held up the shirt and wrapped the top around her backwards, buttons in the back. That was more so he could fasten them up without worrying about groping her. He did the buttons all the way down, instructing her to hold the top around her bust line.

Then he tied the shirt sleeves around her, to fashion a belt and a bow. He took a step back to look at it. It didn't look bad, but it'd be better if she wasn't wearing another dress underneath. He may have her turn it around so the buttons were in the front and see how that looked. Too bad he didn't sew, because he'd seen his older sister make great dresses out of his own shirts before.

"How's that? Just a test. It'll fit you better when you aren't wearing another dress under it." Another dress that is a few inches longer than his shirt dress.

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Sango eyed the construction, tugging experimentally at the bow. It was a clever trick, she had to admit, but the shirt didn't quite reach her knees and there were no sleeves to speak of. Like some of the things she'd seen in the shops here, it felt almost more like an undergarment than an outfit.

"Um. It's nice, but." She fingered the hem, frowning. "It doesn't seem as if there's really... much there."

"Well, it's a shirt." That is the explanation she gets. He figured she might wonder about the length. He questioned why when she ran around in skin tight leotards. Maybe it was just having the skin exposed that did it?

"It covers all the vitals."

Hey--the leotard wasn't that tight. And it was purposeful, and the amount of armor and weaponry attached discouraged most people from bestowing unwanted attention. (Alternatively: yes, it was a skin thing.)

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes, the vitals are covered, but I tend to go for a little more insurance."

Blaine grinned. "That's why I wanted you to try it on now. I figured you might want a little more skin coverage. We'll have to go out and find something. I don't have anything else that will fit you."

She looked around for the nearest clock. "Do we have time for that?"

"As long as I braid fast and you don't take forever to pick something to go under it."

Blaine reached over to undo the dress shirt and lay it on the bed. Wrapping it back up would be quick, but mostly it was her hair that would take time. "Let me do your hair first. We can do that in the living room. Go sit on the floor in front of the couch."

He went into his drawer to get a brush and comb and a few hair ties he had collected over the past few months.

"...my hair? What's wrong with it?" She asked somewhat defensively, pulling it to the side. For some reason, when it came to her appearance, she proved a pushover; Kagome's fiddling had seen to that time and again. But at least with Kagome messing with her hair Sango wasn't left wondering extensively towards the gender roles established in the future. (She couldn't decide if it was good or bad or neither, really.)

So she somehow found herself sitting in front of the couch anyway, Kirara curled in her lap.

The strange not-quite-cat sitting in Sango's lap was cute, but Blaine still didn't endeavor to touch it. For the most part, he was trying to avoid getting yellow hairs in his braids, and secondly he didn't want to get bitten. No matter how much the cat seemed to like him, they all bit him eventually.

"There's nothing wrong. I just want to braid it." A ponytail would be fine for the party, since it wasn't anything fancy. There wasn't enough resources for fancy, even if Vanadi tried his best, but Blaine just wanted to sit for a while and fuss over someone. She was too young to be his younger sister, but that wasn't the point. He sat behind her and pulled her hair free of the tie and combed through it.

It had been a long time since anyone had fussed over her like this. She wasn't about to admit to enjoying it, because what could that be but vain, but she did think it was nice.

Strange, how her life in Exsilium was at many times much more domestic than the state of her life at home. If you could overlook the cultural discrepancies.

"Where'd you learn this?" she asked as he worked.

Sango didn't have to worry about Blaine judging her for being vain. Did you see how shiny his hair was? How clear his skin managed to be? He primped and preened like a damn peacock with no shame whatsoever. She needed a bit more pampering, fears of vanity be damned.

His fingers slowly work through a large chunk of hair in a kind of side-french braid. It had been a while since he had done this, so he had to concentrate to make sure he didn't make it uneven or just sloppy. He wasn't going to do it if he couldn't make it look right. If all else failed he would do a lot of little braids instead of a side braid. He'd have to work with a lot more hair without it, but it wasn't impossible, just time consuming.

"My sisters," he answered after a long pause. It was rare that he talked about them, but people didn't usually ask. If they did, sometimes he avoided the answer they really wanted. For some reason, talking about them felt like a jinx. If he talked about Sarah or Miranda they would end up here, and then he would wasn't sure what he'd do.

He'd never mentioned his family before; it gave Sango pause herself, the way he hesitated. "I didn't know you had any," she replied carefully. She of all people should know that family could be a touchy subject. After all, there had to be a reason for Blaine's appearance of carefree untouchability, didn't there? At least, there did when he was also the sort of person who knew so much about lethal firearms. His manner often reminded her of the way Miroku was frivolous despite his own considerable amount of plain. And they were even prone to distracting themselves in similar ways, by being charming and social and focusing on others.

Blaine finished up the french braid and combed his fingers through the rest of her hair. He sectioned off a tiny section and started a regular braid. He talked as he worked, making several smaller braids.

"People don't usually ask specifics," was his answer. They usually mentioned people you knew, which did count family, but his answer was always no on all accounts. He was the only person from his world and it seemed it would stay that way. He was thankful and yet sad about that.

"In general, or just with you?" Probably both, she reasoned. She'd been here a few months already and no one had asked for her specifics, either; but perhaps by now they'd all learned better than to invite sad stories.

"In general. Do people ask you specifically about your family?" It's possible it was just him. He didn't ask people about it and maybe that's why they didn't ask him. Blaine finished a braid and tucked it behind her ear before he started on another one.

"No," she said. "I think maybe it's just... a painful subject for everyone. With none of them being here."

"Probably," he said, lapsing into silence. His fingers moved faster now as he got the hang of it again. Then he changed the subject... kind of.

"What time are you from?" He had a general idea, but he'd enver asked for exact dates to try and figure out just how far in the past she was.

If Sango was surprised by the change, she didn't let on.

"The middle sixteenth century. Japan's Warring States era," she answered, possibly quoting from Kagome's history books. Thousands of years ago, compared to now.

Blaine gave a noise of acknowledgement. Some time in the 1500s then. That was more than 600 years in his past. "That's so far in the past. I don't know how you didn't go into shock with all of this stuff."

She shrugged. "Just another thing you have to adapt to," she told him. "It's not really that strange."

She was being modest--it was that strange. So strange that, at times, Sango wanted to bang her head against a wall.

Blaine chuckles. "It's totally strange. I think it's weird and I've seen a lot of the stuff here already, or at least some version of it."

"You just have to get used to seeing new things. Expecting the unexpected, I think I've heard it said."

"You're ability to suspend your disbelief and roll with the punches is superhuman, I've gotta say." He's not sure how much he believes it, but if that's what keeps her from freaking out over all the weird new things, he won't begrudge her.

She blushes faintly with the compliment. But it's not like she can really deny it. "I'm just a plain old human, I promise."

Blaine laughs. "Human, maybe, but not plain." He reached up to to sweep his bangs behind his ear.

"Blaine, please! You're making me blush." True to her complaint, she is pretty much bright red at this point.

Blaine definitely had to lean forward and partially around so he could see the proof of her blushing. His grin was wide as he said, "Oh, you so are~ You can handle the strange but a compliment makes you bright red."

"There's a difference between a compliment and flattery, you know," she accuses. "I think you're doing this on purpose. But, ah, thank you anyway."

Blaine laughs softly as he leans back, giving her some space. He runs his fingers through the small portion of her hair he hadn't gotten to yet. He was sectioning out another group of strands while he shakes his head.

Of course he was doing it on purpose, but that was neither here nor there. "Are you saying I'm lying about how attractive I find you?"

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looking for some trouble tonight

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fff. but i am also lazy...

Not as lazy as me mwahaha

<3

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