Sango (
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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."
Location: Um. An apartment. Probably Sango's.
Characters: Sango (
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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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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?"