exsiliumlogs | 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 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.

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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