Disclaimer: YES. YES, I SO TOTALLY own Dragon Knights... :rolls eyes:
Warnings: Minor swearing. Severe immaturity. :sweatdrop:
:n:
"You should wear this."
Kitchel was, once again, lying on her stomach on her bed, watching bemusedly as her two roommates scurried about their tiny dorm.
She was still undressed, wondering how she had let herself be talked into this... And how, for that matter, they had managed to talk her "date" into it.
He must be really desperate, she thought to herself, trying not to laugh as Cesia overturned a pile of books in her rush to find a suitable outfit for her friend.
"Why don't you two let me pick out my clothes?" Kitchel offered, sweatdropping slightly as both Cesia and Tintlett halted in their tracks and gave her a look of horror.
"Because, well... You wouldn't choose something very appropriate, dear," Tintlett said as tactfully as was possible. "It's your first date, and you should look..."
"Sexy," Cesia finished for her friend, holding up a short black top and trying to imagine Kitchel's body in it. "Not casual."
"Sorry for having no fashion sense," Kitchel bit back a giggle as she rolled over onto her back, looking up at the slightly dented ceiling, then continued on a more serious tone. "But this is awkward to begin with. You know I'm doing it to humor you. Can't you at least let me wear my own clothes?"
She finished on a pleading note, biting her lower lip slightly and doing her utmost best to look as though she was about to break down in tears.
Cesia and Tintlett cast each other apprehensive looks, seeming to meet an unspoken agreement between themselves.
"All right," Tintlett closed the drawer she had been in the midst of rooting through, and straightened back up, calm blue eyes smiling.
"But only if you agree to let us dress you for the second date."
The college girl lying on the messy bed blinked at Cesia, arching an eyebrow in confusion.
"You make it sound like there will be a second date," she muttered.
Kitchel shook her head, noting that all she needed to do was agree to their terms and then break them by simply saying later that he wasn't interested.
Forcing herself to appear as though she was giving their suggestion some serious thought, Kitchel blew a mock sigh.
"Oh, fine," she grinned slightly, perking up. "Now will you two stop trashing the place?"
Tintlett laughed, her cheer sealing the presumed deal.
"It's not like it needs our help."
Kitchel stood, shaking out her light hair and pulling some of it off to the side in a loose ponytail once more.
"Right, so this thing's in an hour, right?"
"Fifty-three minutes." She was corrected.
"Got it," she agreed without much thought, snatching her jacket off the doorknob where it still hung and pulling it on over her faded tank top, "I'm off. See you two later."
"Wait," Cesia grabbed her arm, brows knitted. "Where are you going?"
The brown haired girl shrugged.
"Errands. I want to mail a couple letters and I need to get some gas."
Tintlett's eyes widened in alarm as she stepped forward as well, stumbling just short of her two friends as her long blue skirt was snagged by an upside-down heeled sandal.
"What? But then you won't have time to get back here and change!"
Kitchel unlocked their door, stepping out into the hallway.
"Exactly," she winked at the other two over her shoulder, grinning at their equally annoyed and startled expressions. "I'll be back later tonight. Don't wait up!"
Shutting the door in their faces, Kitchel stepped into the elevator staring up at the mirrored ceiling and silently snickering to herself. She then smiled: the act both amused and slightly taunt.
"Man. What a night this'll be."
:n:
"What the hell are you doing?"
The words weren't angry: merely irritated.
Thats sent an annoyed glare over his shoulder to Rune, suddenly reaching out and attempting to snatch his video game back from where it was being held just a little too far out of his grasp.
"Rune! Pause it at least," he complained.
The other ignored this command, speaking over his friend's voice.
"Aren't you supposed to be getting ready?"
"What are you talking about?" Thats finally managed to yank the mechanical device from Rune's hold, glancing at the screen and cursing aloud at the large 'Game Over' that it was reading.
"Damnit." He quickly restarted it.
"Tonight." Rune spoke slowly, "you've got less than half an hour left before you're supposed to meet her. Shouldn't you be taking a shower or something?"
"Rath's in there," Thats jerked his head towards the small bathroom. "And I don't think he'd appreciate my joining him."
"What are you going to wear?" Rune quickly changed tracts.
His friend rolled his eyes, quickly snapping them back down to the video game in his hands.
"I dunno. Clothes."
Rune stared at him, narrowed eyes and crossing arms clearly showing he did not find the joke amusing.
"You've been wearing that all day. You should change."
Thats sighed, the noise a miniature jagged explosion of air.
"Fine. I'll put on another damn shirt."
He stood, walking the short distance to his bed and yanked off his shirt, snatching up another one from the pile of washed laundry by its foot.
"Ya happy?"
The words were muffled by the brown material as Thats pulled it over his head.
"Not really," Rune said with a light sigh. "But it's better than nothing."
He watched as his friend patted his pockets, checking for his wallet and keys.
"Jeeze, Rune," he muttered to himself as Rath stepped out of the bathroom shirtless and hastily drying off his hair. "This girl better be willing to go dutch. You got it straight that you're to never do this again?"
"Told you he wouldn't like it," Rath said under his breath as he brushed past the blonde.
Rune grinned nervously, trying to psychically soothe his friend's metaphorical rumpled feathers as he walked past as well, pausing as he opened the door.
"You two owe me."
"What?" Rath asked, now fully dressed and digging on the messy desk for a pen, "we've got you a date with some girl."
"Yeah," Thats gave a halfhearted smirk, "and you know how pathetic that is?"
:n:
Kat: Well, of course when he wasn't dead. I don't think Ruwalk's really into that sort of thing... :not making comment on Sabel: And Miyabi is perfect for him. In OUR minds. Because, well... She kinda isn't in the series. :pats Sabel and Miyabi on heads:
Hououza: Hmm, I suppose so. And many thanks as always for the wishes and luck!
Bananaluvie-rc: Hehe... I assume you meant "updating"? No worries: I will.
Periodot-chan: Ouch, that sucks about the keyboard. x-X; And band geek:high fives: Yeah! Oh, those band stories...
Go-ruden Kiba: Hah, but now you have your own e-mail, so it's all good. n-n RxC? Other dorm room. A better question would be where the two refugees had to ship off to... :no clue: My guess is Lemure's.
Unamed: Grack. Yes. I know that. -.-; As it gets pointed out to me at least once every fic. Thanks for telling me, though. n-n;;
Kagome Sengoku: Yeah, I figured out that chapter thing. But I never got around to changing it. Ah, well...