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Post by Misaki Saito on Dec 22, 2011 22:49:24 GMT -5
Misaki skipped through the mall with a giddy smile on her face. It was impossible for her not to be excited. Now that all the awkward asking was done for the dance, the next step was of course to find something to wear to the Snow Ball. She and her best friend Nat had agreed to meet up at the mall for that specific reason. Of course the tiny Japanese girl was only just now realizing the potential repercussions of such a get together. Nat was probably the best troll residing in the immediate of Death City. Misaki herself couldn’t even out troll Nat, it was damn near impossible. Sure, Misaki always tried to troll her back but that always ended badly with her embarrassed. Pausing outside the shop they’d designated as their meeting place, she checked her cell phone to check the time. As usual she was just a tad bit early. It was difficult to be late with how she sped through the streets on that Vespa of hers. Speed limits were just numbers printed on reflective signs and stop signs existed only as an inconvenience to her. If she wasn’t driving around at least ten miles over the speed limit, she was either sick or tired. Sticking her phone backing the pocket of her jacket, Misaki looked out at the people milling about the mall. Not really having much else to do until Nat arrived, Misaki found a nearby bench that was still in clear view of the store and sat down to wait for her mind twin. Now left to her own thoughts, Misaki realized she had no idea who Nat was going to the dance with. Knowing her, the tiny Japanese girl truly wouldn’t be surprised if she took Bang, her Weapon, but that didn’t seem likely since she remembered that Nat had mentioned a boy when they’d agreed to meet over the phone the other day. Kicking her feet absentmindedly, she wondered who it was and if she even knew them. It was a mystery! And until this mystery was solved, Misaki would simply have to sit and speculate about whom Nat’s date was. Not that this thought train lasted very long. It became apparent quite quickly that Misaki hadn’t the foggiest idea to who Nat could be taking, mainly because she didn’t really know many boys other than Dion. Well, other than Dion and her older brother who she didn’t really count. Yuu was family, and he was certainly not someone who came to mind when she thought of friends or potential boyfriends for her best friend. Oh dear lord. Nat and Yuu. The very thought of it made Misaki lean forward and hold her head in her hands. That would be terrible and terrifying and she would never hear the end of it, ever. Thankfully Misaki knew for a fact that Yuu was still back in Seattle working on getting through his years of PreMed and that it was therefor impossible for the two to know each other.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2012 4:37:07 GMT -5
It all had gone according to plan. She went into a fit of evil laughter as her best friend turned red and starting to pry at her hands. She had accomplished her goal for greeting her for today and thus the evil laughter was needed. She was told hands off and that she had been told about groping her. She couldn't help it though because there was no way she could not greet her best friend in such a strange manner.
"Hm~? I don't remember being told that~" Natsuki said in a slight sing song voice. "Besides, not like there is much to grope~" She continued a smile cracking across her face.
She noticed as her best friend began to move this way and that on the bench and let her free. She had had her fun of greeting her so now it was Misaki's turn and she turned to hug her. She was pulled into a death hug and she was perfectly fine with this. She had already death groped her boobs so she didn't mind. The all too normal wicked grin of Misaki's came to her face as she asked how she was calling her a sexy bitch and said she heard about her taking someone to the snowball then asked if it was anyone she knew.
"Being a sexy bitch~" Nat said with a wicked grin similar to Misaki's coming to her face. "Yes~ I'd say you've known him for quite a while~ Yuu~~" She continued as her grin grew from ear to ear but of course she wasn't serious.
Knowing Misaki like she did, she knew that this was probably the best result to get a reaction out of her when trolling her. She would have never even dared take the girl's brother to the Snowball because she didn't like him very well. Misaki should know better to believe that line just because of the way she reacted when she was told about him. Her brother sounded like a big jerk and if she ever did meet him her first instinct would be to punch him. Just to pay him back for being mean to her best friend all those years.
Misaki hopped off of the bench that she had been sitting on while she waited for her and ran around to the same side as her. When the two stood side by side, the difference in height between them was a lot more noticeable and it almost made people if Nat was actually Japanese at all. The two could almost pass for sister's though as they stood next to each other so people almost assumed that they were big sister and littler sister but they weren't. Just happened to look a lot a like and one just happened to be taller than the other. She was pushed near the dress shop by Misaki and laughed at what she said as she did; completely forgetting to correct her earlier statement to keep Misaki from dying.
"Misaki this is us you're talking about. We'll look fabulous in anything that we go in!" Natsuki said in response to her statement and a small grin came to her face at the word cupcake as well. "I'm sure Dion wouldn't mind if you didn't go in anything at all either~~" She continued in a sing song tone with a wicked grin forming on her face.
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Post by Misaki Saito on Jan 7, 2012 18:19:58 GMT -5
Misaki really shouldn’t have expected any other form of greeting from Nat. A simple hello would never be enough for her, nope, she had to do something terribly embarrassing, not that Misaki would let her get away with it. She’d get back at her somehow; she just had to think of something first. In the meantime, the tiny Japanese girl turned red and went about prying her BFF’s hands away from her chest,
“Nat! Hands off my boobs! We have talked about this!”
Turning this way and that on the bench, Misaki eventually got to where she was turned around sitting on her knees so she could properly hug her best friend. She hadn’t seen her in a while after all. Death hug in place, Misaki had that wicked grin on her face again,
“That said, how are you, you sexy bitch? I hear you’re taking someone to the Snowball. Anybody I know?”
Misaki needed the image of Nat and her older brother out of her mind as soon as possible, hence why she cut to the chase so quickly. Plus the sooner she knew who Nat was going with, the sooner she could troll her about it. On the downside, Nat would likely troll Misaki within an inch of her life once she found out that the tiny Japanese girl was taking her own Weapon. She didn’t even want to think about that, not yet. There would be plenty of time for her to think of the terrible things her best friend would taunt her with once they were inside the actual store. Hopping off the bench, Misaki ran around to where Nat was and began gently pushing her towards the dress shop,
“Let’s talk more while looking at sparkly skirts that look like cupcakes and such, ne? We can’t show up to that dance looking anything less than absolutely fabulous!”
Misaki went over the list she had in her head of people Nat could possibly be taking to the Snowball. It was obvious that they attended Shibusen, that was a given considering it was a school dance after all. Unfortunately the list was rather short, so she wound up thinking more about what color dress she as looking for instead.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2012 2:16:52 GMT -5
It all had gone according to plan. She went into a fit of evil laughter as her best friend turned red and starting to pry at her hands. She had accomplished her goal for greeting her for today and thus the evil laughter was needed. She was told hands off and that she had been told about groping her. She couldn't help it though because there was no way she could not greet her best friend in such a strange manner.
"Hm~? I don't remember being told that~" Natsuki said in a slight sing song voice. "Besides, not like there is much to grope~" She continued a smile cracking across her face.
She noticed as her best friend began to move this way and that on the bench and let her free. She had had her fun of greeting her so now it was Misaki's turn and she turned to hug her. She was pulled into a death hug and she was perfectly fine with this. She had already death groped her boobs so she didn't mind. The all too normal wicked grin of Misaki's came to her face as she asked how she was calling her a sexy bitch and said she heard about her taking someone to the snowball then asked if it was anyone she knew.
"Being a sexy bitch~" Nat said with a wicked grin similar to Misaki's coming to her face. "Yes~ I'd say you've known him for quite a while~ Yuu~~" She continued as her grin grew from ear to ear but of course she wasn't serious.
Knowing Misaki like she did, she knew that this was probably the best result to get a reaction out of her when trolling her. She would have never even dared take the girl's brother to the Snowball because she didn't like him very well. Misaki should know better to believe that line just because of the way she reacted when she was told about him. Her brother sounded like a big jerk and if she ever did meet him her first instinct would be to punch him. Just to pay him back for being mean to her best friend all those years.
Misaki hopped off of the bench that she had been sitting on while she waited for her and ran around to the same side as her. When the two stood side by side, the difference in height between them was a lot more noticeable and it almost made people if Nat was actually Japanese at all. The two could almost pass for sister's though as they stood next to each other so people almost assumed that they were big sister and littler sister but they weren't. Just happened to look a lot a like and one just happened to be taller than the other. She was pushed near the dress shop by Misaki and laughed at what she said as she did; completely forgetting to correct her earlier statement to keep Misaki from dying.
"Misaki this is us you're talking about. We'll look fabulous in anything that we go in!" Natsuki said in response to her statement and a small grin came to her face at the word cupcake as well. "I'm sure Dion wouldn't mind if you didn't go in anything at all either~~" She continued in a sing song tone with a wicked grin forming on her face.
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Post by Misaki Saito on Feb 16, 2012 22:16:15 GMT -5
Of course Nat had to make a comment about how flat chested she was. It was almost customary at this point but still, did she really have to point it out every damn time the two met up? Misaki knew her chest was small and didn’t take all that kindly to being reminded. She merely scowled and stuck her tongue out at Nat in retaliation. Any more of a reaction would have been unnecessary after all. It wasn’t like she’d stolen the keys to her Vespa or anything. The grin her best friend had on did scare her somewhat though. All she heard was Yuu’s name and that was enough to make her start laughing hysterically. Half of this was out of the ridiculous thought of such a thing actually happening and the other half was out of the sheer terror of that thought.
Honestly though, Yuu? That was impossible, Misaki knew that very well but it still was horrifying to think about her. Her older brother and her best friend? She’d never have any privacy ever again of that were to happen. Once she’d stopped laughing she nudged Nat in the side with her elbow,
“Nat, please never make that joke ever again. I don’t think my brain can handle the thought of my best friend making out with my older brother, it just shouldn’t happen. For real though, who are you going with? Is he cute? Is he Batman?”
Misaki was quite easily and suddenly distracted by all the tulle and sparkles that surrounded the two once they were in the store though, so her concern as to who Nat’s date would be was quickly forgotten. For a moment, the tiny Japanese girl simply stood and stared. She had no idea where to start. There were just so many dresses to choose from and she had no doubt that she would look good in most of them, just as Nat said. Wait, Natsuki was indeed talking again wasn’t she? Snapping out of her glitter induced haze, Misaki was sure to listen to her best friend. It wouldn’t do to ignore her, which would only result in Nat acting out. Misaki reacted much the same to being ignored as well but that was beside the point. Knowing exactly what Nat was insinuating, Misaki turned bright red and hid behind one of the mannequins,
“Nat, shut up! Nothing of that sort is happening and you know it!”
But wait; there was something that struck Misaki as questionable in that sentence. Peering out from behind her fake human shield, Misaki raised an eyebrow at Natsuki,
“Waaaiiit a second, how’d you know I was going with Dion? I don’t remember telling you. Are you spying on me? Do you have cameras in the apartment?!”
Truth be told, Misaki may very well have texted Nat earlier in the week that she was going to the dance with Dion and simply forgotten in all her excitement. Still, the tiny Japanese girl didn’t remember doing anything of the sort so she felt the need to interrogate her BFF anyway. Plus it gave her more time to inspect the dress the mannequin was wearing. It was a nice cut but the fabric was crap which meant it was a definite no for Misaki. Sewing as much as she did for cosplays and such, she couldn’t stand to wear crap fabric and could be a bit of a snob about such things.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2012 19:49:51 GMT -5
Cue in the crazy laughter from Misaki. It was almost like clock work. This was all, of course, in reaction to her comment about going to the dance with Misaki's older brother. She seemed to be fully amused by the idea or possibly completely terrified. She'd never know completely unless she pressed her on the information.
Natsuki thought it was best to not do that though and just cracked a wicked grin in reaction to it. She laughed when Misaki told her to never make that joke again saying she didn't think her brain would ever be able to handle even the thought of the two of them making out. It shouldn't happen and she couldn't help but nod in response. Misaki went back to pressing her on the topic of who she was going to the dance with for reals this time. She asked her if he was cute and went on to ask if he was batman making her giggle slightly.
"Well of course he's cute. Not sure if he's batman though. He hasn't said anything about it." Natsuki said answering her best friend's questions with another giggle. "Unless his parkour establishes him as batman? Do you consider Dion batman with his parkourness?" She continued on with a hum tapping her chin with her index finger.
It wasn't much longer after saying this though that she went on to start peeking around the store. She figured it was a better time than any to actually be paying attention to the dresses although she kept an ear open for Misaki. It would be best not to ignore Misaki lest she was trying to get her to act out. They should at least try to be the tiniest bit normal in public places. The tiniest though and that was it. Any more than that and they might explode.
What would their dates think if they just up and exploded!? They wouldn't have any sexy Japanese bitches to go to the ball with and then they'd wind up exploding too! Her mind lingered back to the dresses in the shop and looking over them. She didn't want anything too fancy because that wasn't her style and nothing too long either. She was bound to find something perfect for her in this shop hopefully. If not then at least Misaki would be able to find something to wear and something drop dead sexy at that too; Misaki had a good eye.
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Misaki turn bright red and hide behind one of the mannequins. She did her best to hold back a tiny burst of laughter as she listened to her best friend yell at her with her face being all bright red. She had the best reactions out of anyone she knew hers having the ability to be outrageously funny and incredibly cute at the same time. Misaki was talented after all. Well of course it wasn't going to happen even if Misaki wanted to show up at the ball naked she would most definitely get kicked out and it wouldn't be any fun without her.
"Well of course not, Misaki. If you did you would get kicked out and I most definitely can't have that happen. It wouldn't be any fun without you dork." Nat said as she teasingly called her best friend a dork.
Another grin came across her face as Misaki realized that she had said something about Dion. Geez talk about slow; that girl. She just let the girl finish up what she was saying and laughed at her asking if she had been spying on her and if she had cameras planted in her apartment. No, it had just been a hunch and now her hunch had been confirmed. She was so weird with asking her questions after all. She could have just simply asked her but that would have been too easy.
"I didn't. But now I do." Natsuki said with one of those evil behind your hand laughs. "Thank you for confirming my suspicions, Misaki~" She continued bowing with a crazy grin on her face in thanks.
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Post by Misaki Saito on Jul 21, 2012 16:14:45 GMT -5
Misaki snickered at her friend’s comment. Of course Nat’s date was going to be a total cutie-pie; she would expect nothing less after all. Scoffing at the batman comment, Misaki casually rolled her eyes and waved a hand,
“Please, Dion’s not Batman. He’s Spiderman! Way cooler.”
Dion’s affinity for climbing up walls really hadn’t left much in the way of superhero nicknames, but Spiderman did seem to fit him. Weaving between the racks of dresses, Misaki paid little attention to anything plain or long. She’d worn a longer skirt to the masquerade a little over a year ago and didn’t feel like dealing with the hassle of a hoop skirt this time around. She needed something she could really dance in and also run for the hills should one of her pranks she had planned go wrong. Running and hiding from chaperones wasn’t something on her agenda for the Snow Ball but it was a possibility and Misaki always liked to be prepared for anything. It just made things easier.
A few dresses caught her eye, but they were nothing too special. She wasn’t big on sparkle, plus some of the colors were just downright unacceptable. Misaki would never understand why people kept making salmon colored clothing; it didn’t look good on 99.9% of the human population anyway. That was just her being biased though. Hearing Nat speak to her again, she felt her face heat up a bit,
“You and your sneaky ninja interrogation skills!”
Nat could’ve just asked Misaki who she was going with. She would’ve told her after all, but then she supposed it was more fun for her bestie to go about things like this in a roundabout way. She knew that given the chance she’d have done the same except that Misaki was far more forward with questions and what not. It was a bit obvious that she would be going with Dion, though. There wasn’t anybody else that she wanted to go with. Plus she doubted that anybody else could handle her crazy. Trotting over to her bestie, Misaki inspected the dresses in their general vicinity that she hadn’t already completely bypassed as she continued speaking to Nat,
“So what’s his name? You’ve got to tell me that at least, and if he does parkour we should get him and Dion to be friends so he can stop crawling around on the ceiling all the time.”
Misaki actually didn’t mind that Dion could use the ceiling in such a way, more like she was a bit jealous but that was beside the point. Misaki was distracted from this thought train, though, when her eyes landed on something purple and black and lacey. The tiny Japanese girl said nothing; she just ducked and crawled under the racks across the floor before reappearing next to the dress that had caught her eye. Plucking it from the rack and holding it up for Nat to see, she grinned,
“Do you see what I see, Nat? Because I see perfection on a hanger.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2012 17:30:18 GMT -5
Nat heard Misaki snicker towards her comment on her date being cute and she nodded her head as if double confirming that he was cute. Her eyes were back on Misaki when she heard her scoff and watched her roll her eyes and wave her hand. She considered Dion more of a Spiderman than a Batman. Well, that answered her question then right? That Dante was indeed Batman. There was no such thing as two Spidermans after all.
"That just proves it that he is Batman then!" Natsuki said with a smile coming onto her face. "A cute, very cute, Batman." She continued restating that her date was a cute.
It was back to looking through the racks of dresses that the store contained. She was glad that Misaki was there with her in order to help her decide on something as well as throw the crappy dresses out the door. She had no problem identifying crappy material herself but the extra help wouldn't be a big deal. If they had had the proper time she was almost positive that Misaki might have just made her own dress but that wasn't the case. The dresses in the store would definitely do though.
Nat danced around the store from rack to rack as she searched through them for something that she could see herself wearing. She had already picked out the shoes she was going to wear along with it and the criteria she had for it in her mind. She needed something black or a dark color like it that was short and allowed her to show off her legs. The boots that she was going to wear with it depended on her legs being showed off so it was an absolute must. It was while she was scavenging through a rack that she heard Misaki comment on her ninja interrogation skills, which made her snicker.
"Can't stop, wont stop~" Natsuki said in a sing song tone of voice and wiggled around for a second. "Besides just plain out asking is boring~" She continued in the same sing song voice.
There was no doubt in her mind that it would be nearly impossible for her to do things normally. Just ask her siblings and parents they would all confirm this to be true. She had to do things in such a round about way or else she wouldn't be who she was otherwise. She'd be some boring normal girl who didn't have her lip pierced or wore bright colors. OH GOD! JUST THE THOUGHT WAS KILLING HER!
Misaki came trotting over to where she was looking at dresses and started eying the dresses right there. Nat was having fun not finding anything to catch her eye just yet although it seemed that her bestie had yet to find anything either. She was still investigating the cluster of them for something that would be worthy of her time and money. Hopefully they would have some luck while looking in this store or else they'd have to find another one. Misaki seemed to still be interested in learning about her date though as she asked what his name was. She grinned as she said that she had to tell her at least that and proposed that they got him with Dion so he'd stop climbing on the ceiling in the apartment if he did parkour.
"I suppose I can tell you that much~ His names Dante Giovanni and he's the absolute cutest as I've said~" Natsuki said with smile and in a sing song tone. "Oh? He climbs the ceiling? Well maybe we could arrange a play date~" She continued with a snicker.
It was within an instant that she lost the attention of her best friend. A dress seemed to catch her eye and she was off crawling under the racks to get to it. Nat let out a small laugh at the actions of Misaki and put her eyes back onto the rack in front of her. Ugh! Nothing was catching her eye yet what was wrong! She looked up when she heard Misaki address her and stared at the dress that she was holding up. She lowed the glasses on the bridge of her nose as she eyed it then pushed them back up.
"Hmm. Yes indeed, Misaki. That is perfection on a hanger." Natsuki spoke in a tone mocking stuck up rich people. "Goooooo try it on, Girl!" She continued on in her normal tone of voice once more.
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Post by Misaki Saito on Jan 3, 2013 16:33:11 GMT -5
So Nat was indeed dating Batman, good to know. Although knowing her, Misaki really wouldn’t have been surprised if her date really and truly was Batman, cape and everything. Still it had just been her acting silly, so Misaki supposed she’d started that whole line of thinking off in the first place. That would be so cool if she actually was taking Batman to the dance though. All those gadgets! The whole ‘I am the night!’ routine could possibly get a bit old, though. Misaki continued to gaze at the hangar in her hands as she had an idea,
“You should dress him up as Batman. I can somehow get Dion to dress up as Spiderman and we can make them run all over town and take pictures.”
That would be the best thing ever, at least currently in her mind. Batman and Spiderman teaming up and free running through Death City. Yes, that seemed like something that would just be downright awesome. Still, there was the whole convincing part and making the costumes part because there was no way in hell she was buying a craptastic Halloween costume for that and calling it good. Oh no, if that actually happened Misaki would be making them herself. And also possibly dressing up as Black Cat but that was beside the point.
So Nat’s date was named Dante? Dante, Dante, Dante. It wasn’t ringing any bells so the tiny Japanese girl shrugged her shoulders,
“Never heard of him, but if he asked and you said yes he must be pretty fantastic in addition to cute since you keep saying cute, so I can only assume he’s kawaii as fuck.”
The two had to sound a bit like parents. Misaki and Nat trying set up their respective dates for the dance on parkour play dates. Not exactly the usual, but totally normal for them. Besides, Dion needed more male friends anyway. As far as Misaki knew most of his friends were girls. He was like an unintentional chick magnet; it was kind of hilarious if she thought about it. Maybe it was the green hair? Snickering to herself and now having had Nat approve of her choice in dress, she saluted her friend before tearing off in the direction of the changing rooms.
The speed with which Misaki threw off her clothes was somewhat worrying, but in mere moments she was spinning around in the purple and black lace masterpiece she’d picked out. Oh yes, this would do just fine. Letting out a delighted cackle at her find, Misaki threw open the curtain that made sure customers had their privacy while trying things on and then leaned back against the supporting wall, doing her best to vogue for her friend,
“What do you think, Nat? I think I’m gonna rock the dance floor in this!”
The tiny Japanese girl spun around in a circle with her arms in the air for emphasis, terrible grin present on her face. She was quite pleased with herself to say the least.
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