Post by Shinpei Minamoto on Mar 28, 2015 4:06:54 GMT -5
She acted a little petulant when he took that menu away from her, not that it slowed him down any: it was even a little bit endearing. It reminded him of the way a child acted when its parents demanded it stop playing around and go to sleep.
Of course, like all childlike habits her little pout only had so much traction. Once or twice was endearing, used frequently it was irritating, and shown constantly it was a sign of serious issues.
It may surprise you to hear that there were some types of girls that Shinpei didn't like at all, but it's true. There was the obvious: women who were seriously ugly or unhygienic, women with disgusting habits and--though we won't dwell on them--there were specific fetishes and things better kept in the bedroom that Shinpei had no truck with.
But there were also types of women that just held no appeal to him, like the endlessly frigid (why woo a girl who'll never warm to you?), those that required extreme levels of effort (why bother chasing one girl for years when others would be happy with days?) and more topically, the childlike. Like I said: it was cute once or twice, but it began to wear on him after a while.
She took the menu back and the power with it: this was the kind of joust that Shinpei enjoyed. It was always great fun to clash, clash again and come together with great force (after all, hate's neighbor was love) in an embrace. He respected those who could spar verbally or physically, though he enjoyed coming out on top. Not that he didn't love being on the bottom, of course; in fact, he loved them both. Some things were hard to choose between.
So he gave an honest grin when she offered a new game to play: he loved games. What wasn't to like?
Truth be told, he loved the easy out of a game. You could sign up for it but was it your fault if your opponent got a straight flush three hands in a row? Fair was fair: that was three articles of clothing on the floor, and--oops! Somehow the players had ended up in bed together.
It was marvelous, in his opinion, whenever two could fight and end up with what they both wanted. It was why he'd never enjoyed actual combat that much: everyone was getting something taken from them. There were no real winners, only those who'd lost less.
Also, it tended to be messy. And not in a good way.
"Oh? However will I earn it?" He didn't miss her answering smile for a second. Whatever it was, it promised to be fun.
And it was.
"That's a done deal," he promised without even a pause. He was hooked, honestly, once she'd established the base facts: there was a battle of wits involved, and he could get a kiss out of the deal. The fact that the topic was riddles--which he'd always loved--and that there was a possibility for more than just a kiss were simply cherries on top.
"But it's no fun if I'm the only one guessing," he grinned. "Tell you what: I'll make the same deal with you, only I'll change up where we're headed next based on how many you get right. I haven't decided just what defines a 'landmark' yet and there's a great deal I could show you."
That would have been true no matter where they were, of course. He had a lot he was planning to show her.
"I'll go first:" he tapped at his chin. "Color white, color bright: alive in the morning, dead in the night." He had his sister to thank for that one.
Of course, like all childlike habits her little pout only had so much traction. Once or twice was endearing, used frequently it was irritating, and shown constantly it was a sign of serious issues.
It may surprise you to hear that there were some types of girls that Shinpei didn't like at all, but it's true. There was the obvious: women who were seriously ugly or unhygienic, women with disgusting habits and--though we won't dwell on them--there were specific fetishes and things better kept in the bedroom that Shinpei had no truck with.
But there were also types of women that just held no appeal to him, like the endlessly frigid (why woo a girl who'll never warm to you?), those that required extreme levels of effort (why bother chasing one girl for years when others would be happy with days?) and more topically, the childlike. Like I said: it was cute once or twice, but it began to wear on him after a while.
She took the menu back and the power with it: this was the kind of joust that Shinpei enjoyed. It was always great fun to clash, clash again and come together with great force (after all, hate's neighbor was love) in an embrace. He respected those who could spar verbally or physically, though he enjoyed coming out on top. Not that he didn't love being on the bottom, of course; in fact, he loved them both. Some things were hard to choose between.
So he gave an honest grin when she offered a new game to play: he loved games. What wasn't to like?
Truth be told, he loved the easy out of a game. You could sign up for it but was it your fault if your opponent got a straight flush three hands in a row? Fair was fair: that was three articles of clothing on the floor, and--oops! Somehow the players had ended up in bed together.
It was marvelous, in his opinion, whenever two could fight and end up with what they both wanted. It was why he'd never enjoyed actual combat that much: everyone was getting something taken from them. There were no real winners, only those who'd lost less.
Also, it tended to be messy. And not in a good way.
"Oh? However will I earn it?" He didn't miss her answering smile for a second. Whatever it was, it promised to be fun.
And it was.
"That's a done deal," he promised without even a pause. He was hooked, honestly, once she'd established the base facts: there was a battle of wits involved, and he could get a kiss out of the deal. The fact that the topic was riddles--which he'd always loved--and that there was a possibility for more than just a kiss were simply cherries on top.
"But it's no fun if I'm the only one guessing," he grinned. "Tell you what: I'll make the same deal with you, only I'll change up where we're headed next based on how many you get right. I haven't decided just what defines a 'landmark' yet and there's a great deal I could show you."
That would have been true no matter where they were, of course. He had a lot he was planning to show her.
"I'll go first:" he tapped at his chin. "Color white, color bright: alive in the morning, dead in the night." He had his sister to thank for that one.