http://knight-of-three.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] knight-of-three.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tampered2008-09-26 05:02 am

[Log] Incomplete

When; This evening; September 26th
Rating; PG (Shouldn't be any higher)
Characters; Gino Weinberg ([livejournal.com profile] knight_of_three); Kouzuki Kallen ([livejournal.com profile] aced)
Summary; Kallen fulfills her end of the bet; Dinner is had.
Log;

It's bright and early when Gino arrives in front of the fountain, dressed in his own imitation of "commoner clothes" -of which is still rather flamboyant and guaranteed to catch anyone's attention. Some Britannian mannerisms are difficult to shake off, but Gino takes it all in with a stride, sitting precariously on the edge as he waits.

Of course, sitting still is often quite the feat for the Knight of Three, who can barely keep his behind on the concrete long enough for the activity to actually be construed as "sitting." Instead, he does anything from chatting with everyone that passes by to terrorizing the occasional stray pigeon or two in attempt to feed them.

Glancing at his watch again, he verifies that Kallen will be arriving soon and whips his head around with abrupt enthusiasm, eagerly searching for her. He's not sure what he did to get her to agree -well, he really enjoys a girl who never backs down from a challenge, anyway!- but he's sure glad he managed to win. What other opportunity would he have to pick the girl's brain? It's both advantageous to himself and to Britannia, but he thinks less and less about work and more and more about simply enjoying himself and getting to be the wayward teenager he is.

[identity profile] aced.livejournal.com 2008-09-25 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
People are staring. They're staring and wondering why the girl passing them is going so slowly. Her feet seem to be dragging like her shoulders carry the weight of the world. It appears very much like she is on her way to her own execution.

In reality, Kallen thinks she might as well be being handed a death sentence; her current predicament is torturous enough in her eyes. Losing a race thanks to a stupid squirrel was bad enough, but losing said race to a Britannian Knight put just enough extra sting in there to make her want to curl up and wither away.

Soon enough, despite her attempt to stall things, she finds herself at the fountain. With a curt nod to the Knight of Three, she looks him over once.

Oh, God help her.

"What are you wearing?" is the first thing that pops out of her mouth. In most circumstances, she would quickly apologize to the person, but right now, she's just too shocked.