( which makes those pictures either pathetic or creepy.
either way, this is certainly a good distraction for Kate. and, if she's fully honest about it... well, Manslayer and Rider have always been sound. she doesn't hate them enough to not care about this shit.
( she doesn't date, but it doesn't seem like it's that hard. find person. ask person out. do... schmoopy shit. and god knows Rider is always talking about Manslayer, so it seems like an easy yes. )
( she could leave this alone. let Izō do whatever he wants, but... well, she's actually been thinking about shit since Christmas, about what people were saying. just take advantage of being away from everything that happens at home.
it's a process, but this seems like a start. helping Izō — well, what she perceives to be helping, anyway — is a fine distraction from the cynical voices in her head, the desire to ignore all the advice people gave her. sure, she's shit at romance, but Ainsworth talked about it plenty. she surely has to know something just due to a decade of listening to him, right? )
[ he wants to say no but he also needs his phone and incriminating evidence back...
and he can make her buy him drinks at least..? how annoying. doesn't mean he has to answer anyway.. ]
fuck it. fine. meet me here
[ he sends her an address because this is how he always gets his way, agreeing to things he doesn't want to do with conditions that favour him. this place serves sake and that's what he wants.
that's also why he gets there first — head start. ]
( she knows this place. not somewhere she goes all that often, but if people invite her, she won't say no. and she can easily afford the drinks, as long as it's just drinks and no property destruction.
soon enough she's turned up, and Izō's body is in clothes Kate finds much more comfortable than all his loose and flowy shit. tight jeans and a brightly coloured t-shirt under a leather biker jacket, topped off with a pair of knee high boots. comfortable for the still chilly January weather. )
Hey.
( she'll take it easy for the moment, ordering a cider for herself. )
[ izō has not put that much thought into what he's wearing. he hasn't tried to get japanese clothing of some sort to work on her but he's gone for easy and comfortable with a loose sweatshirt and a skirt that probably feels somewhat similar to wearing hakama. someone's talked him into some socks for warmth, at least, and of course he's wearing a scarf.
he looks up with his cup half raised and stares. ]
( if not... why? trousers exist. shorts exist. the rest of the outfit is actually kinda nice. she just doesn't think she'll ever get used to seeing herself in a skirt again. )
( leggings exist. they're way more comfortable than fabric flying around your thighs. ughhh. )
Whatever. 'S your funeral.
( she can't imagine finding it comfortable to think about skirts flying up while moving or getting stuck between your legs, but if that's what he wants to do... )
I always wear 'em. ( ... okay, so maybe her penchant for sunset colours works better with her colouring and hair, but still! it's her piece of normalcy, okay?
as for this whole phone thing... she's just gonna take hers and then, instead of pulling his out, ask; )
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( the truth is his gallery icon is where her text one usually is and apparently muscle memory is stored in the soul too. )
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you two dating, then?
( that alright may or may not be rescinded soon. )
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theres nothing to say about it anyway
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( she's not listening because you can't get her :P )
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( which makes those pictures either pathetic or creepy.
either way, this is certainly a good distraction for Kate. and, if she's fully honest about it... well, Manslayer and Rider have always been sound. she doesn't hate them enough to not care about this shit.
(read: they're her friends ok) )
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whys it matter to u
dont u want ur sexy pics back
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( read: she care. )
i can take new ones.
( your body is good for that, Manslayer. )
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its complicated
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( she doesn't date, but it doesn't seem like it's that hard. find person. ask person out. do... schmoopy shit. and god knows Rider is always talking about Manslayer, so it seems like an easy yes. )
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thats what happens when u got history
anyway aint drunk enough to talk about shit like this
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come drink with me.
i'll bring your phone.
( she could leave this alone. let Izō do whatever he wants, but... well, she's actually been thinking about shit since Christmas, about what people were saying. just take advantage of being away from everything that happens at home.
it's a process, but this seems like a start. helping Izō — well, what she perceives to be helping, anyway — is a fine distraction from the cynical voices in her head, the desire to ignore all the advice people gave her. sure, she's shit at romance, but Ainsworth talked about it plenty. she surely has to know something just due to a decade of listening to him, right? )
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and incriminating evidenceback...and he can make her buy him drinks at least..? how annoying. doesn't mean he has to answer anyway.. ]
fuck it. fine. meet me here
[ he sends her an address because this is how he always gets his way, agreeing to things he doesn't want to do with conditions that favour him. this place serves sake and that's what he wants.
that's also why he gets there first — head start. ]
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soon enough she's turned up, and Izō's body is in clothes Kate finds much more comfortable than all his loose and flowy shit. tight jeans and a brightly coloured t-shirt under a leather biker jacket, topped off with a pair of knee high boots. comfortable for the still chilly January weather. )
Hey.
( she'll take it easy for the moment, ordering a cider for herself. )
What's the story, then?
( welp. no beating around the bush there. )
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he looks up with his cup half raised and stares. ]
The fuck are y' wearin'?
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wait. waitwaitwait. )
Could ask you th' same thing.
( why is she walking around in a skirt again. )
You lose a bet?
( if not... why? trousers exist. shorts exist. the rest of the outfit is actually kinda nice. she just doesn't think she'll ever get used to seeing herself in a skirt again. )
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[ he tosses the whole cup back and sets it down before looking down at himself like he forgot what he's wearing. probably did, honestly. ]
S'what girls wear, ain't it? Better somethin' I can move in, if I gotta.
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( leggings exist. they're way more comfortable than fabric flying around your thighs. ughhh. )
Whatever. 'S your funeral.
( she can't imagine finding it comfortable to think about skirts flying up while moving or getting stuck between your legs, but if that's what he wants to do... )
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[ he certainly doesn't mind this distraction at all, considering he doesn't want to talk about the rest. ]
What's yer excuse? That don't look practical.
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'S comfortable. Nowt flapping around.
( she's used to moving around in jeans, so this just makes sense. )
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[ not that he won't wear colours, considering how bright some of his outfits are but it's just odd. ]
Y' bring it? Here.
[ izō sets her phone out on the table. ]
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as for this whole phone thing... she's just gonna take hers and then, instead of pulling his out, ask; )
So what's going on?
( she wants the story first. )
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[ he's already pouring another cup and its when he's finished that he realises she hasn't returned what he came here for. ]
An' what gives?! I brought it back like ya wanted!
[ one last shot to see if he can get out of this somehow. ]
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( could be murder, probably isn't.
she's just. not going to answer that second part. Izō can put two and two together here, right? phone gets given if he plays nice. )
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me, who also has no idea if he's said or not: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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