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Log; Completed!

When; Monday June second?
Rating; Let's just say PG-13
Characters; Hiyori Tamura (

doujin_dork) and Greed (

so_very_greedy)
Summary; Hiyori, misunderstanding Greed's meaning, agrees to go on a date with him to go have some drawing fun. Madness is imminent.
Log;

As Hiyori walked in the streets of the City, she tried not to reflect upon the curse that had happened the other day. This was supposed to be a fun night, she reminded herself as she adjusted her art supplies so they would be easier to carry. She assumed that everything would go alright. Greed was generally a good guy, for a homunculus, and just because he asked her to meet him at a club didn't mean anything, right? Besides, it was a public place, at any rate, so what could possibly go wrong?

Ahh, it was 'The Den', right? Well, this was the place, then. As she opened the door she looked around to see if she could spot Greed.

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She was greeted by a hostess and flanked by several members of the bouncing staff, who pointed toward the main staircase and told her his room was on the second floor, just before the exit to the roof.

Inside the room, Greed was already cleaning his place up and making sure everything was respectable. That last thing he needed was a bad impression, after all. A few last checks and everything was ready. The intercom came on as his guest's arrival was announced to him. He eagerly told the hostess to send her up.

To say that she was shocked at the 'welcome' by some of the staff was an understatement. She managed to get out some sort of thanks to them, and then headed up the stairs, and looked for the room.

After almost knocking on the door to the roof, she quickly righted her position, and knocked on Greed's door.

"Hello? It's Hiyori."

"Hey," he answered the door with a smile, escorting her in, "Go take a seat on the couch. Food's about ready."

He walked to the kitchen and situated a few things on a tray. Several boxes were opened and sushi, ginger, and several other small japanese dishes were pulled from them, then shuffled about on the tray. After grabbing a bottle of soy sauce and some iced tea, he walked over to where she was.

"Okay, check it out," he set the tray on a table in front of the couch, "Scoot over. I got some japanese foods. That name means you're japanese, right? I read that they like this stuff."

She smiled when he answered the door. "Hello, thank you very much." She sat down on the couch like instructed, setting her things down on the side. She looked around his apartment while he was in the kitchen. Surprisingly neat, actually, from what she would have expected.

When he walked back in with the pile of food on the tray, she was impressed. He was a very efficient host.

"Ah, yes! I am." She was momentarily confused by the exclusion of himself to Japanese culture, before realizing that just because they spoke Japanese, the different world meant no Japan. "It looks very good!" There was a pause before, unable to resist, she said "Greed; that name means you're greedy, right?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I was literally formed from my creator's greed."

He sat across the table from her, on a fold out chair. After taking a few bits of eel roll, he chewed for a moment and addressed her.

"What about you? You draw people a lot?"

Seeing that he was eating, she took some food of her own.

"Mmph?" She swallowed. "A-ah. Er, yes, I suppose you could say that." Granted, the people that she drew were almost all drawn without their knowledge; between her friends and the characters, who she was now in the City with, only her own creations were polite to show to all company. And even then, some of her plot lines were based on things her friends did, and then there were some things that were just too risqué to show to anyone she knew.

"Ah, perhaps I could see some of the work?"

He scanned over her form as they talk. Slim hips. Short. Not really breasts to speak of. Boring. Well, she wasn't attractive enough to be worth the trouble, but a deal is a deal. Now he just had to find out if she was a good enough artist to capture him.

She didn't know why she wouldn't have expected this. She had left her previous drawings home, why would she bring them to draw? Ah, that's right. She had brought her sketchbook with her.

"Aah, sure." She handed it to him, and then realized that she didn't remember what was in there, content-wise. Crap! Some of the original character stuff surely wouldn't bother him, but seeing some of her more perverted sketches might give him the wrong idea! AND CRAP! What if there was FANART in there?! Someone he knew might be sketched!

He casually took the book from her and checked her work. He was damned if an amateur was going to capture his fabulous frame. First few pages certainly weren't bad. Unpolished, but definitely some talent.

"Well, that's not too bad," he mumbled, flipping through a few more pages, "I can see that you have some competenc--"

What the hell? What was this he saw on the tenth page?

"Excuse me? What's are these two doin'? Is that what I think?"

Well, she probably shouldn't worry. After all, this was the book she had out when Clow came over. Wasn't it?

Ahh, so he would be one of those that was a harsher judge of her work. That was fine with her, actually. If it helped her to improve, then who was she to complain?

Wait. What are who doing? She glanced over the top of her sketchbook to see what he was talking about. SHIT! Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap! What should she say?!

"U-Uh, oh, th-that? Funny, I haven't seen that one before? Oh no! I-I must have grabbed someone else's sk-sketchbook by mistake! Yes, that'sdefinitelysomeoneelse'ssketchbook." She really was not a good liar.

"Hm? Hey, there's nothin' wrong with work like this. It's fine! Very arousing," he said, flipping a few more pages before handing it back to her.

"I don't mind at all, if we're doin' that sorta' art. Let the world see!"

He jumped to his feet and threw his vest across the room, following shortly by the rest of his garments.

"So what do I do? Holdf a silk tie or somethin' artsy like that?"

She was . . . safe? Whew! Heh, arousing, eh? That was a new one. She never really got that into it, in that way, when she was drawing that sort of stuff. It was just regular art in her eyes, and not many people that read those actually came up to her in person to tell her what they thought.

She took back her sketchbook. "Well, I-I'm glad you liked it, then." See what? Her art? She supposed after she finished some more Greed drawings, after this, she might display some publicly. Hm, a standing pose might be alright for her to draw. And then she looked up.

"HASHKIBRDAHA!" and then immediately buried her face in her sketchbook. "W-W-What is that, so suddenly?! You can't just get n-naked like that without warning! You're just letting me see your----AT LEAST PUT ON SOME P-P-PANTS!" There was also something decidedly different in live models for this sort of thing.

He blinked a few times at her reaction, then looked down at himself. Was he doing it wrong?

"What? Models get nude for shit like this, right? I thought that was what I was supposed to do. A little direction would help me out."

He lazily shuffled over to his pants and put them back on.

"Why are you so embarassed? You draw worse than that."

"Well, y-yes, but I don't use live nude models! You just said this was to draw you, you never said n-naked!" She risked a peek over her sketchbook and saw that he had put his pants back on. She lowered it, and her hands, to her lap.

He did have a point. "Drawing is different then seeing it in front of you, though!" She paused very slightly here, "and it's not like I've done nearly any of what I've drawn, myself." She wasn't embarrassed about this fact; it was just that it was sort of contradictory with her works, and thereby very unexpected. "I-I guess I can just draw you like this, if you still want to."

"I guess. I don't really know how to pose, though."

He relaxed in his seat, looking slightly bored.

"Ah, that's okay. That's actually fine what you're doing now. I haven't really had a chance to get people lounging quite like that before!"

Almost as though on automatic pilot, as soon as she got her sketchbook open and pencil in her hands, she started drawing. She looked up every so often, to get a bearing on what he looked like; his hair, how the couch sunk in certain areas of the cushioning, the shading on everything, the folds on his clothi- well, his pants anyways.

He sighed and looked at he food, growing hungry.

"So, you almost done?"

She really was mostly done with the drawing. It only needed some more detail about the couch, itself. She looked at his direction of gaze, and realized "Oh! Yeah, if you want to eat, go ahead. You're good."

He eagerly began to chow down on sushi, stopping momentarily for a few quick gulps of tea.

"You'd better set aside what you want before I get to it, or it's gone."

She looked up at his words before setting her sketchbook to the side, temporarily. "Oh, yeah." She took some more food on her plate and began to eat. "This is really good, by the way. Thanks again!"

"No problem. Look, where is this art going? If this is gonna' be publicly displayed, I want a professional job. No half-assing it."

"U-uh, well I didn't even know there was a place to publicly display it . . . if you want I can work on a specific piece to put somewhere?" Geez, she probably should have paid more attention to the greedy for fame thing. "But I'll definitely be in my top drawing form if I'm doing that."

"Good, sketch away then," he said, leaning back in his best "casual" pose, "I want to be able to hang this in my bedroom."

She put down her now finished food, and picked up her sketchbook once more. "Alright, then. Do you want more than one or just this pose?"

"Just one good one. I wanna' knock it out quick."

"Alright. U-um. I should have a good copy of this done by sometime this week. I can bring it to you, then."

"Alright, then. It'll be a real pleasure."

((Stop there?))

She bowed after standing up and collecting her things. "Thank you again, very much, Greed!" Then she showed herself out, overall happy at how things went.

[OoC: 8D Works for me. Thanks~!]

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