favoritetraitor (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
favoritetraitor) wrote2009-03-07 08:52 am
favoritetraitor) wrote2009-03-07 08:52 am
Entry tags:
8th Devotion: It's not what it looks like! Or: This is a curse?
[Accidental video]
[A book falls noisily to the floor. Solomon is seated on the couch of his apartment, the hand that had previously been holding his book empty. His eyes are wide, staring down at a scantily clad teen-aged girl wearing what appears to be a playboy bunny outfit. One who just happens to be curled up sleeping with her head nestled on his lap. He remains frozen, staring down in mute astonishment at the girl as the minutes pass by. Swallowing hard, his eyes move down her shapely form, brows furrowing as he realizes that his other arm is laying across her shoulders and down her front. He attempts to move his right hand from around her, but is only greeted with the horrifying realization that his wrist seems to be attached by handcuffs to the girl's left hand (which is still curled up under her body).]
..............................!?!
((ooc: Solomon has been struck down with another curse. This time, it's the dreaded handcuff curse. Joining him for today's torture is Mikuru Asahina.))
[A book falls noisily to the floor. Solomon is seated on the couch of his apartment, the hand that had previously been holding his book empty. His eyes are wide, staring down at a scantily clad teen-aged girl wearing what appears to be a playboy bunny outfit. One who just happens to be curled up sleeping with her head nestled on his lap. He remains frozen, staring down in mute astonishment at the girl as the minutes pass by. Swallowing hard, his eyes move down her shapely form, brows furrowing as he realizes that his other arm is laying across her shoulders and down her front. He attempts to move his right hand from around her, but is only greeted with the horrifying realization that his wrist seems to be attached by handcuffs to the girl's left hand (which is still curled up under her body).]
..............................!?!
((ooc: Solomon has been struck down with another curse. This time, it's the dreaded handcuff curse. Joining him for today's torture is Mikuru Asahina.))
no subject
[She said after a moment, still uncertain of the situation. W-Why was it always her? It still didn't explain how they had both mysteriously found themselves chained together...this wasn't good at all. A-And...she was still in her bunny costume!? Had she been that tired when she went to bed? Thinking back, she realized that she'd meant to simply rest her eyes a couple minutes, before changing into her pajamas... of all the nights to suddenly crash...this definitely hadn't been it. Waking up...atop a strange man HAD to somehow be against regulation!]
Then...t-this is...a curse...? And not a kidnapping...?
no subject
Good. She's stopped screaming. That's something at least.[He sighed inwardly, wishing she'd stop using that word. Kidnapping. It was all so very... rude. Not that he hadn't been involved in all sorts of questionable conduct. But since Saya came to the forefront of his life, he had put all of that aside, even to the point of leaving the company that he had built up from scratch.]
Well, Miss Asahina... I'm afraid I can't answer as to if this is a 'curse' or not. But this is definately not a kidnapping. You simply... appeared as I was sitting here reading.
[To emphasize his point, he gestured vaguely in the direction of his fallen book.]
You... are from this... City?
no subject
You mean from the city...? Have you met natives to this time plane and place...? I haven't met anyone like that...
no subject
[He pauses, the smile on his face, not quite matching an unease in his eyes.}
Miss Asahina... may I ask you a question...?
no subject
no subject
[He pauses, unsure of how to approach the topic while still remaining polite.]
Your clothing...
[He gestures feebly at her little outfit.]
...aren't you a little young to be a hostess?