Shoulder:Worry/Concern for other/Fear
Your worry is unfounded. I am fine.
Shoulder:Worry/Concern for other/Fear
Your worry is unfounded. I am fine.
Leading him back he yanked open the decrepit thing that passed for a door. To move into a tiny room just big enough to fit the small table and wooden benches. Katana shoved the man in front of him moving in to the room.
Only to find the room filled with guns. And people but the guns were definitely more important at this point in time. Today was just really not his day. He dove back out slamming the door as the guns went off behind him. He scrambled into the full tap room. He turned to jump behind the bar dragging the man beside him to the floor. As the gun men tumbled through the door way.
Elfe almost laughed, but training cut in before she could. She memorized the gun makes, the logos on the men’s vests, and hit the deck herself. The barkeep hardly blinked as he hunkered down himself. “Used to this?” She asked. The man just rolled his eyes.
And then there was the Turk and his poor charge. Elfe realized, as the Turk was watching the door, that he hadn’t seen her yet. She started towards him because—for some reason— more people than normal wanted to kill him.
Or blondey. One of the two. “Sir, this was a nice bar. Couldn’t ya have kept your nose out of it?”
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Dirt and mud covered the wooden floor in piles. Till it was impossible to tell the real color. The table tops covered in spilled drinks and spent cigarets. His contact was late. About one hour late and still counting. The man supposedly had information on a local gang of weapon sellers that were katanas current mission.
It’d been about 15 minutes and, as far as she knew, he hadn’t noticed she’d walked in. Then again, she wasn’t in her uniform, opting instead for “typical” (according to Chels, that is) Junon men’s fashion. And she was slunked in the corner, over some really bad, piss-tasting beer. Then again, she had drank worse.
She kind of wondered why he was here. Turks had a certain air around them, suit or no. She would have been able to pick him out anywhere. So, of all places, why a seedy bar in Junon?
Katana sighed. This was taking far to long. the business casual clothing was starting to chafe on him. He would have much rather been in his suit and bullet proof vest This place was far to exposed for his liking.
"Your here." he looked up a the messy blond man. Who set down across the booth from him. "Don’t look so surprised. You were suppose to be here a hour ago." He looked at the short man calmly. "Theirs a privet room in the back we’ll talk their." That man in the corner had been watching him for a rather long while and was hardly the only one.
Oh, well. They were heading to a private room, apparently. Turk was up to something, though, so now was the best time to ruin someone’s day.
She picked up her drink and stumbled toward the table, all the appearance of someone who’d had far too much to alcohol to be conscious. She fake-staggered her way to their table and, without much warning, “tripped.” And “accidentally” spilled her whole drink right on the Turk in question.
"Oi…" she said, in a practiced voice that sounded both slurred and significantly deeper than her real voice. “‘orry mate."
Katana turned as the drunk man stumbled toward him wishing he had his sword. His contact was stammering and hesitating to go to the designated location. And he was beginning to wonder in this wasn’t a some sort of setup. When the drunk crashed into him spilling the piss tasting alcohol all on the front of his blue button up shirt.
"I don’t get paid enough for this." he hissed under his breath. "It’s fine." said louder. He turned to the contact who seemed to have to have lost his ability to stall…well speak but at the moment it seemed to be the same thing. Deciding to take advantage of this he walked over grabbing the mans arm gently and led him to the back. Where he could hopefully get the information he needed.
Damn. She’s succeeded in making his day worse, which was naturally a small victory, but that didn’t get her any closer to figuring out what they were up to. She sighed, straightening up and losing whatever look of “drunk” she had, much to the surprise of the barkeep. “What?” She asked, giving him a smile. “That stuff tasted like shit anyway.”
The barkeep just kept staring and Elfe just shrugged. Putting one finger to her mouth to indicate silence, she followed jumped over the bar, intending to follow after the Turk and his query.
The interesting thing about private rooms in seedy little bars like this is there was always some sort of way to spy on them. And if the panicking barkeep was anything to go by, Elfe figured she was in the right. She slipped the angry, exasperated man a few gil and sat on the other side of a rather small pane of two-way glass. And waited.
ELFE / FUHITO because……..yeeeeeeeeeeeeeees.
- Who was the one to propose:
Fuhito. He wants her as his own.
- Who stressed more over wedding planning:
Fuhito. Elfe goes with the flow. It is not a fancy get together anyway.
- Who decorated the house:
Fuhito. Elfe really doesn’t bother with it.
- Who does the cooking:
Elfe for everyday affairs. Fuhito when they want something fancier.
- Who is more organized:
Fuhito. Elfe is not known for her organizational skills despite being a great leader.
- Who initiates bedroom fun:
- Who suggested kids first:
Fuhito. Elfe looked at him like he grew a second head.
- Who’s more dominant:
Elfe can hold her own when she gets going but Fuhito usually leads.
- Who’s the cuddler:
They seldom actually sleep together or cuddle. Elfe will cuddle on those days that she is really tired.
- Who’s the big spoon/little spoon:.
Elfe would be the little spoon when she was in the mood to be held. This was not very often.
- What’s their favorite non-sexual activity:
They would talk philosophy, about Gaia and what Fuihito was working on.
- Who comes home drunk at 3am:
Neither. They are two devoted to their cause to drink.
- Who kills the spiders:
Elfe. Fuihito saves them.
- Who falls asleep first:
Fuhito. Elfe has issues sleeping.
- A head canon:
This is a pairing out of convenience more than out of passion. They do care about each other.
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- Do they have any “rituals”?
They have a tea together before a raid.
- Who is louder?
Fuhito, but he is pretty quiet.
- Who is more experimental?
Fuhito, but not in the bedroom.
- Who takes more risks?
Elfe and it drives Fuhito nuts.
- Do they fuck or make love?
- Lights on or off?
- Who is more likely to be caught masturbating?
Fuhito…. but it was just for samples.
- Who is more likely to suggest a threesome?
Shears wouldn’t mind to join in but they never asked him.
- Who comes first?
As close to mutual as you can get.
- Who is better at oral and who prefers it?
They don’t do this.
- Who is more submissive?
Fuhito. Elfe is certainly more dominant.
- Who usually initiates things?
Fuhito will suggest it. Elfe will say, “Sure” and they will go to a bedroom ore quiet tent.
- Who is more sensitive?
They both have their sticky points. Elfe doesn’t like talking about the past and Fuhito doesn’t like talking about Hojo.
- Who has the most patience?
- Which kinks do they share?
They screw to get rid of tension and that is it. Fuhito wants more but Elfe can’t offer more.
No. Everyone has preferences and that’s what makes them unique.