Post by Shinpei Minamoto on Oct 1, 2014 16:55:29 GMT -5
There was a skill--rather, an art--to getting lost.
Unfortunately, it was an art that Shinpei hadn't practiced in quite a while. He hadn't seen a need to: everything he wanted was close, safe, within reach.
Hell, it still was. Everything he needed to live comfortably, even lusciously, was practically at his doorstep. There was just one problem: his supply of girls was (if you'll pardon the phrase) drying up. And that meant he had to find some new frontiers. Preferably cute ones. Preferably willing but just a little bit shy, or unwilling but convinceable, or out-and-out salacious. In fact--oh, look there!
His eyes tracked a cute girl he hadn't seen before. She was wearing a nice plaited skirt and a shirt with the top button undone: a beauty restrained but not broken by propriety and a little unwilling to be fettered. That was his favorite kind of woman. He almost missed her companion, an athletic-looking no-nonsense type with her head in the air and boyish clothes trying their breast to hide her frame.
Oops, that was "best," wasn't it?
Anyway, he eyed them both. Shinpei liked the look of the athletic, brown-haired girl. He suspected she might be a "hidden virgin," the kind of woman that talked brash in front of her friends but had never really done anything at all. That was his favorite kind of woman.
Shinpei found he had a real dilemma on his hands: they were both cute, so cute he couldn't bear to choose between them. And they were about to pass him by. He had to make a choice.
"Hey ladies," Shinpei called, and waved. "Come spend the afternoon with me."
If he had one flaw, it might have been indecisiveness. He liked to have 2 cakes and eat them both.
They looked over at him and saw a messy playboy: kimono askew, hair ruffled, chest peeking from behind cloth. A lopsided grin and careless eyes. A slow wave by the bar.
"What a cutie," one of them thought. "What a doofus," thought the other. I'll let you figure out which was which.
Actually, I'll make it easy on you. It was the athletic girl that huffed and turned her reluctant friend away.
Shinpei sighed and let them leave. "No luck," he groaned as he leaned back to stare at the upside-down barkeep.
The owner of the bar (who was not upside down and was looking at his contorted patron with a despairing expression) sighed. "Mr. Minamoto, do you ever give up?"
The playboy considered this. "Yes, sometimes. When it's too much trouble."
The barkeep tried again. "Isn't there anything you really put effort into? Some sort of passion?"
"So I can stop focusing on women, you mean?" Shinpei scratched his head. "I certainly can't think of anything. Can you?" He turned his head to the attractive businesswoman 3 drinks away from jumping on his lap. She flushed and nearly lost hold of her glass, but Shinpei was no longer paying attention.
"You should pick something up," the barkeep suggested. He was running out of ideas. "It'll give your life some purpose besides chasing women."
Shinpei thought about that. He gave it some thought. Then he shook his head.
"If there's anything else, I can't see it."
It was a nice day out. All this talk of purpose was really giving him a headache. Besides--hey, look there!
"Hey cutie, come have a drink."
Unfortunately, it was an art that Shinpei hadn't practiced in quite a while. He hadn't seen a need to: everything he wanted was close, safe, within reach.
Hell, it still was. Everything he needed to live comfortably, even lusciously, was practically at his doorstep. There was just one problem: his supply of girls was (if you'll pardon the phrase) drying up. And that meant he had to find some new frontiers. Preferably cute ones. Preferably willing but just a little bit shy, or unwilling but convinceable, or out-and-out salacious. In fact--oh, look there!
His eyes tracked a cute girl he hadn't seen before. She was wearing a nice plaited skirt and a shirt with the top button undone: a beauty restrained but not broken by propriety and a little unwilling to be fettered. That was his favorite kind of woman. He almost missed her companion, an athletic-looking no-nonsense type with her head in the air and boyish clothes trying their breast to hide her frame.
Oops, that was "best," wasn't it?
Anyway, he eyed them both. Shinpei liked the look of the athletic, brown-haired girl. He suspected she might be a "hidden virgin," the kind of woman that talked brash in front of her friends but had never really done anything at all. That was his favorite kind of woman.
Shinpei found he had a real dilemma on his hands: they were both cute, so cute he couldn't bear to choose between them. And they were about to pass him by. He had to make a choice.
"Hey ladies," Shinpei called, and waved. "Come spend the afternoon with me."
If he had one flaw, it might have been indecisiveness. He liked to have 2 cakes and eat them both.
They looked over at him and saw a messy playboy: kimono askew, hair ruffled, chest peeking from behind cloth. A lopsided grin and careless eyes. A slow wave by the bar.
"What a cutie," one of them thought. "What a doofus," thought the other. I'll let you figure out which was which.
Actually, I'll make it easy on you. It was the athletic girl that huffed and turned her reluctant friend away.
Shinpei sighed and let them leave. "No luck," he groaned as he leaned back to stare at the upside-down barkeep.
The owner of the bar (who was not upside down and was looking at his contorted patron with a despairing expression) sighed. "Mr. Minamoto, do you ever give up?"
The playboy considered this. "Yes, sometimes. When it's too much trouble."
The barkeep tried again. "Isn't there anything you really put effort into? Some sort of passion?"
"So I can stop focusing on women, you mean?" Shinpei scratched his head. "I certainly can't think of anything. Can you?" He turned his head to the attractive businesswoman 3 drinks away from jumping on his lap. She flushed and nearly lost hold of her glass, but Shinpei was no longer paying attention.
"You should pick something up," the barkeep suggested. He was running out of ideas. "It'll give your life some purpose besides chasing women."
Shinpei thought about that. He gave it some thought. Then he shook his head.
"If there's anything else, I can't see it."
It was a nice day out. All this talk of purpose was really giving him a headache. Besides--hey, look there!
"Hey cutie, come have a drink."