Log, Completed

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When; Late morning/Early afternoon--Hot Springs
Rating; PG
Characters; Rosette bound_by_time  and Doumeki monsterepellant 
Summary; After Fai's drinking party last night, Rosette wakes up and she and Doumeki have a bit of a talk and maybe get somewhere but really don't get anywhere. Awkward teenager-isms abound and enough WAFF to make your teeth rot. You've been warned. Oh, and Doumeki actually says more than three sentences in one setting. Shocking, I know.
Log;

"Joshua..." The girl whispered quietly in her sleep, as she had most of the night, coiling up under the thick blankets and sheets of an unfamiliar bed. Slowly her eyes opened, the sunlight making her wince a bit. A few moments went by as she flirted with sleep before she finally shifted again, slowly sitting up, her hair tangled in her face as she looked around bleerily, the front of her kimono having loosened during the night and was currently slumped off one shoulder. This was defiantly not the mansion, what the hell happened last night? She whimpered a little as she placed a hand to her head, leaning forward as the headache sprung into action. "C-chrno?"

Doumeki’s head lifted from his seat by the door as Rosette stirred, golden-brown eyes blinking blearily for a second before they focused. “Not quite.” he replied, not speaking too loudly, trying not to startle her. Considering how much she drank last night, she probably had a massive headache...

"Ugh...Doumeki…" she grumbled a little, curling over until her forehead touched her knees, hands over her head as she tried to stop the nauseous feeling from rising inside of her. "What hit me?"

“About six or seven bottles of alcohol.” the archer replied, pushing to his feet. “Hold on—I’ll be right back.” And with that, he made his way out of the room, returning moments later with two Tylenol and a glass of water, moving over to the bed and holding them out to her. “Here; take these. Should help.”

She sat up a little, just enough to face him and take the pills and the glass of water, hair tangling over her bare shoulder as she took them, swallowing before leaning back down again, moaning unhappily. "I barely remember anything..Did I dance on a table?" She sounded amused, though definatly sick. "Ugh why did I drink so much?"

“I have no idea why you drank so much, and yes you did dance on a table. You also fell off it.” He rubbed his shoulder with a ruefully amused quirk to his lips. “I have the bruises to prove it. And you should probably drink the rest of that.” Doumeki added, motioning to the glass of water.

"Thanks..." she mumbled, sipping at the water carefully, though it didn’t do much to sooth her stomach. "Sorry, I'm really weird when I'm drunk. At least I didn’t break anything." she mumbled, sitting up slowly and leaning her head back, trying to wish the headache away. "I didn’t do anything really stupid did I?"

Now that was an awkward question. The archer blinked. Well, nothing he would call stupid, per say... “No, nothing stupid.” he stated, with a shake of his head. He hadn’t changed out of his own outfit, though he had removed the helmet and the cape and was now just wearing a modified version of Kurogane’s shirt, pants, and boots. He sat gingerly on the edge of her—well, actually his--bed. “You’re pretty dehydrated, so the water should help with the headache after a bit. I’ll get you some bread to eat, too...that should help your stomach.” They were typical hangover symptoms; he had no need to ask her if she had them—it was mostly assumption.

"I'm never drinking again..." She muttered before, finishing the water and setting the glass wobblingly aside, and then began to fight with the kimono to try and get it to cover the exposed skin again. "I have no idea how people wear this all the time." She mumbled, fingers tangled up in the material of her sleeves, and she threw them out in front of her in frustration. "I give up." She almost wailed, the top sliding more off her shoulder, almost indecently so, showing collar bone and skin.

Doumeki almost laughed. Almost. But fortunately, he stopped it in his throat before it could get out. “Well, they usually don’t go to sleep in it, that’s how.” he stated, forcing himself to keep his eyes on her face. “Hold on, I’ll see if I can borrow a dress from Sakura-hime.” And with that, he pushed to his feet once again, leaving the room before returning about five minutes later with a simple dress, borrowed from the princess. “Here. This should work.” They were about the same height, so it should fit, right?

She looked at him a bit strangely, staring at the dress. "How old is Sakura." She asked simply, but reached for the dress anyway, trying to decide if she'd fit the thin thing. Rosette wasn’t Japanese, and she sure as hell wasn’t as thin as Sakura. "I'll try it." She huffed, pushing the blankets off her and trying to untangle her feet from the layers of dress that hugged to them. "I cant believe I slept in this thing!" She grumbled, all but rolling out of the bed.

"Fifteen or sixteen, I think." Doumeki replied, before stooping forward to gently slip an arm around her waist and lift her out of the covers and set her on her feet. It would cause a lot less damage to the both of them that way.

She couldnt help but blush as he picked her up like she weighed nothing at all, heart picking up a little as she wobbled, leaning against him to catch her balance, her vision going a black for a moment. "A-ah. I see." She took a few steady breaths, trying to get her bearings again, one hand on his arm to make sure she didn’t fall. "She seems so much younger then me."

He kept his arm around her waist, supporting her and making sure she didn’t topple. “Yeah, well, I thought Autor was younger than me, so...goes to show.” He raised an eyebrow, slightly. “Alright?”

"Fine." She said quickly, immediately letting go of him and looking around for a place to change, before eyeing him. "Who's room is this anyway?" She asked slowly, setting the dress on the bed. "Even if its yours, sorry, but I want you out." She eyed the kimono she was wearing with a bit of apprehension. She didn’t put it on herself, and she really honestly had no idea how to get the thing off.

Doumeki chuckled a bit. “I wasn’t planning to stay in here while you changed.” he stated, one eyebrow raised in amusement. “The tie is in the back, you just need to get that undone and the rest should come off easily.” He moved toward the door. “I’ll get you something to eat while you’re doing that.” And with that, he moved out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

She watched him go with a little sigh, and cursed saliorishly as she reached back and tried to get to the tie, almost breaking one of doumeki's lamps in the process. But by time the young man was heading back, she was able to change into the dress. It was a little tight in places, but served its purpose, and it was a hell of a lot better then that death trap. She sat down on the edge of the bed, nibbling on her bottom lip as she tried to remember what had happened last night, the bits she did remember mixed in with a sea of nothing. God she couldnt help but feel that she missed something important.

Doumeki returned with a plate of toast—something easy to digest—and another glass of water, knocking on the door with the tip of his boot, considering his hands were full.

"Coming!" She got up quickly and opened the door for him, stepping to the side so he could come in, before closing it behind him, leaving it open a crack just incase. "Thanks..." She mumbled a bit, looking at the food making her nauseous again.

He stepped inside, handing her the plate after catching the look she gave the toast. “Just take little bites. It’ll help.” he instructed.

She nodded with a litle sigh. "You act like my mother." She mumbled, sitting down on the edge of the bed and taking the plate, nibbling on it as she stared at the ceiling, wracking her brain. ".....did something important happen last night?"

Doumeki almost rolled his eyes, but refrained, preferring to stand and just sticking his hands in the pockets of Kurogane’s black pants. “Important meaning...?”

"I dunno." She peered up at him a bit, chewing on bits of the bread. "I cant help but feel like I'm really missing something."

The archer tipped his head back, almost in thought. “Well...let’s see. You danced on a table with Fai-san and both of you fell off of it, and you called me your hero when I caught you and you kissed me and told me I smelled nice but that’s about it.” And this whole thing was said with a stoic expression and a shrug. Oh Doumeki.

"Well that doesn’t seem like much.." She started, half hearing what he said before she all but spit the bread out, turning utterly crimson. "I-I WHAT?!" Oh god she didn’t.

Doumeki blinked. "Do you need me to repeat it?" he asked, in a completely neutral tone.

"No!" She sputtered, staring up at him for a few moments before she got up really quickly, putting the bread down, suddenly feeling very sick, more with worry about what he thought then anything else. Oh, and the hang over didnt help much either.

He raised an eyebrow, at that. “...something wrong?”

"Nothing." She said oh so quickly, "I just...I mean.." She felt as if her brain was about to short circuit, so many thoughts were running through it right now.

“Hn?” the archer asked, bending down a bit to peer into her face. “What is it?”

Her heart almost stopped right there, breath catching as he leaned closer, and she leaned back knees against the bed as she tried to pull away. "A-ah um." What to do what to do? HIT HIM! No no no! dont do that, it'll make things worse uh. "Was it bad?"

Doumeki blinked again, at that. “Was what bad?”

And her heart dropped to her stomach, a vein pulsing in her forehead as she prodded him in the chest with one finger. "The kiss you thick headed moron! UGH! why do you think I'm talking about?!"

Ah. Should’ve known. “No. Wasn’t bad at all.” he stated. “Kinda nice, actually. Would’ve been better if you weren’t drunk, but...“ Doumeki’s last word trailed off with a shrug.

"At least I didnt screw that up." She muttered, sitting back on the bed, and held her head in her hands, trying to make heads or tails of this entire situation. "Sorry...I probably shouldnt have..." She muttered, cheeks still tinged pink in embarrasemnt.

Doumeki plopped down cross-legged across from her, a little ways back, leaning back on his hands to peer up at her. "I'm not complaining."

She eyed him a little, the blush never seeming to leave her cheeks as she drew her knees up to her chest. "What is that supposed to mean." She asked, almost muttering it under her breath. She wasn’t sure where that placed them right now, she wasn’t sure...god she didn’t know what to make of this entire situation. They had only known each other for a couple of months and....it was funny how attached she was too him.

“Means I liked it.” Doumeki answered, frankly.

"oh." She couldnt look at him, her heartbeat pounding in her ears as she twisted her toes together, the sheets bending between them. She gripped her dress and fiddled with the material, trying to get the lump out of her throat as she flickered blue eyes up at him and then back down, nervous like she honestly never had felt except around Remington. "...so did I..."

The archer blinked at that, cocking his head a bit to the side, studying her with golden brown eyes. “...maybe...we should try it again, sometime, then?” he asked, not looking anywhere close to as nervous as he felt.

She was quiet, but after a few moments she nodded quickly, looking up at him as she nibbled on her bottom lip, feeling like her heart would pop out of her chest. This was ridiculous. She was Rosette Christopher, she didn’t get nervous or shy around guys. Even though Doumeki honestly was not like any guys she had been around before. She should just go over there and-- "Ok." She didn’t quite say it, but the way she looked at him offered tentatively.

Doumeki swallowed and pushed to his feet, making his way over to her. “...okay.” he agreed, bending down so that they were eye to eye before he lifted a hand, fingertips moving to rest gently against her cheek. “...like...now?” he asked, stomach tying itself in knots.

The skin prickled on her neck as he did, breath catching in her throat as she peered up at him, trying to make her brain work again as she cleared her throat, shifting so she could face him a bit more, fingers tangling nervously as she nodded. "Why not...?"

“...yeah. Why not…?” Truthfully, he could think of a hundred different reasons why not. But did he really give a damn? That would be a no. Of course, there was the minor fact that he had no idea how to kiss someone. Hn. That could be just a slight detail. Well...he supposed something...quick would be good for first time, right? So, with that in mind, he leaned in slightly, gently brushing his lips against hers before he leaned back a bit, trying to gauge her reaction.

She shivered as he kissed her lightly, and she nibbled on her bottom lip for a few seconds, blue eyes meeting gold before she let hers close, and leaned forward, pressing her lips gently to his.

The archer’s eyes widened a bit as she kissed him again after he drew back, but after a second his own eyes closed, and he responded, almost tentatively—a word he hadn’t really thought would apply to himself—pressing his lips gently back against her own.

It was a sweet, chaste kiss and after a few moments she pulled back quickly, taking in a breath as color flooded her skin, placing her hands over her mouth in embarrasment. "s-Sorry!"

That made him blink—once, twice...before he raised an eyebrow. “What for?”

She gaped at him like a fish for a bit, squirming on the bed, not at all enjoying this feeling of...well having to deal with a situation without screaming or hitting him. "I probably shouldnt be so forward." She muttered, "Chrno's always saying how uncute that is."

The eyebrow raised higher. “...how is that not cute?” he asked, slightly puzzled. It was quite cute, actually.

She eyed him flatly, crossing her arms before waving one hand flippantly. "Unladylike, uncouth, manly annoying, I could go on for days." She huffed, shoulders slumping a little. What was she doing? Thinking of Chrno was making her feel horribly guilty.

“Headstrong, independent, self-reliant.” Doumeki countered, a bit of a frown appearing between his eyebrows. “Those aren’t bad qualities.”

She shrugged a bit, fiddling with her fingers. "Sister kate says the same thing. I'm a walking disaster. You know I crashed a tanker into the statue of liberty once? It wasn’t my fault, but you know." She looked sorely disgruntled, and narrowed her eyes at nothing.

At that, he couldn’t help but smile slightly, the corners of his mouth curling upwards. “Nobody’s perfect.”

She eyed him a little, before smiling as well, sighing a bit. "You know you're pretty cute when you smile. You should to it more often." She seemed to inspect him before reaching out and tugging on his bangs. "And if you grew your hair out a bit too." She teased

Doumeki chuckled a little, at that, a small rumble in his chest, before he leaned into her fingers a bit. “Mn. Not used to it. Will try, though.”

She blushed faintly as he leaned into her touch, but didnt pull her fingers back, lightly letting them slide into his hair, and scratched his scalp, knowing it felt good. "Me Doumeki. Me big strong man. No emotions. huh?"

“Yeah, well...” the archer hummed a bit in the back of his throat at her fingers in his hair. It did feel good. He hadn’t had someone pet his hair since his grandfather died years ago. “Haven’t had much need for them until lately.” Which was quite the truth, actually.

"You always need emotions, even if you don’t like it." She arched an eyebrow at him, smiling a little as he leaned into her touch. "Being a rock has its advantages, but what good is it as a person."

“...I know.” he agreed, after a moment. “I think I’m figuring that out...I just meant...after my grandfather died, and before I met Watanuki and Kunogi, I just...didn’t have a need for them.”

She bit her bottom lip and reached down and squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry." She said quietly, knowing loosing a loved one was hard.

Doumeki turned his hand, slightly, catching hers and lacing their fingers together. “It’s alright...it was a while ago. And he’s...helping someone else, now. He needs my grandfather’s council more than I do. It’s...nice to know he’s helping someone.” It was funny—he hadn’t really talked about this stuff with anyone; there just hadn’t been the time. And now that there was time, well...he supposed he was glad he was talking about them with Rosette, of all people.

She couldn’t help but look amused at that, smiling and arching a eyebrow. "Someone talks to your dead grandfather?" She had seen weirder things, and she quietly let him tangle their fingers as she slid her fingers from his hair, letting them sit in her lap. "Interesting."

The corner of Doumeki’s lip curled slightly. “Yeah. Dreams.” he answered. “And Watanuki has the power to see spirits, so...I suppose that helps.”

"Ahh." She nodded at that, "Ghost busters huh?" She grinned at him, and looked at their hands, finding it funny how large his were compared her to hers. No where near as big as Chrno's were when he was in truth form, but still. They were big.

That startled a small laugh out of him. He had never thought of it that way, but... “Sort of.” he agreed. “That’s more my job.”

"So you see ghosts too?" She asked, realizing at that moment, that she really didnt know much about him, despite how much he knew about her. "Or do you just whip out a vacuum and hope you get one?"

He chuckled again, at that. “I didn’t at first. But...now Watanuki and I share an eye and blood, so I can see them now. I couldn’t before...I just naturally repelled them as he naturally attracts them. But I can see them now because of what we share.” Doumeki answered. “If the situation gets really bad, there are spirit arrows I can create with my bow to repel the really bad ones. That’s why practicing archery’s important.”

She stared at him blankly for a full two minutes, before placing her hand up on her mouth in mock shock. "Wow....two paragraphs at least... You just spoke more at once then I think I've ever heard you."

Doumeki smiled something that was almost--almost a grin. "You seem to have that effect."

"Rosette, instant lip loosened!" She punched up at the sky, looking for all the world like a reject superhero.

The archer let out a small noise that was somewhere between a snort and a laugh. “Should market that.” he teased.

"Maybe, but it'd probably be painful to extract." She snorted, smiling up at him cutely, hair falling in her face as she looked down at their joined hands again.

“Mn. That’s not so good.” he agreed, following her gaze down to their hands as he gently rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. Her hand were so tiny in his...but then, he knew better than to take that as weakness. He had felt a pretty good left hook to his cheek when she had punched him.

She felt her cheeks heat as he did, the touch sending pleasent little chills up her arm. "Yeah." She was at a loss for words at that point, just watching his thumb run off her skin, eyes half lidded. What now?

“...feeling any better?” Doumeki asked, after a moment.

"Yeah." She said quietly, looking up at him slowly, offering him a simple smile. "Yeah, thanks."

“Good.” He squeezed her hand gently, before gently removing his hand. “You should probably get some more rest, though.” The archer straightened, slightly.

She frowned a little, staring at her hand before nodding. "Yeah, I probably should." She stood up slowly, not wanting to get dizzy again and lightly brushed her fingers of the pocketwatch on her chest, which ticked rhythmically. "I should get going back."

Doumeki nodded, not offering protest. “I’ll walk you back.”

"Its alright. You have an entire house full of hang overs to help out with." she prodded him in the chest, an almost nervous smile dusting over her lips.

The archer shrugged. “They’ll survive. I’d rather walk with you.” He cocked his head to the side slightly. “Unless you don’t want me to?”

"Its not that." she mumbled, looking uncomfortable, guilt eating at her stomach. "I just really need to talk to Chrno right now... You can walk with me until we get close to the mansion I guess."

Doumeki thought himself valiant that he managed not to flinch, his expression falling into stoic again. “Ah.” he stated, understanding what she meant now. “Yeah, you should probably get back, then.” He supposed this was what being doused in a bucket of ice water felt like

"Sorry Doumeki." She mumbled, biting her lip as she looked down, shading her eyes with her bangs. "I shouldn’t- I'm just sorry." She reached out to hesitantly take his hand and squeeze it, fingers just stopping short of brushing his skin.

He reached the rest of the way, capturing her hand breifly and squeezing it before releasing it again. "It's fine."

She nodded, meeting his eyes once more with a soft, hopeful smile before wobbling for the door. "Tell Sakura I'll return the dress ok?"

He almost reached out a hand to steady her...almost, but stopped himself at the last second, instead, merely nodding. “Alright.” He agreed. He took in a short breath, once, before moving forward to kiss her cheek one more time. “Be careful on the way home.”

She blinked, her breath hitching as he did, and she quickly covered it up, smiling up at him and waving haughtily. "When am I not?" And with that she disappeared around the corner.

Doumeki snorted, and opened his mouth to answer, but she she was already gone. He lifted a hand belatedly in farewell, before huffing out a breath, allowing his brow to crease in confusion. Ah, complications. Well...they’d work it out.