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every minute's like a lasso
When: Afternoon
Rating: Depending on Dave's language, take your pick.
Characters: Sato and a Strider.
Summary: Adopted big-sis takes the munchkin out shopping.
Log:
[ There aren't many things Asami has come to realise she wouldn't do for Dave. He's sassy and has a heck of a mouth on him for such a young man, but she doesn't even begrudge him his minor tiff with Mako over the network; it's always been evident he's a kind kid who benefits (flourishes, even) in company, and she's more than happy to share hers. Which is how she finds herself in the deep-end of the shopping district with a fourteen-year-old boy, staring into the glossy window of a camera store with models on display that far out-strip the ones she's familiar with back home. ]
This makes the cutting-edge technology of Republic City look like ancient history.
[ It's the strangest thing to come from what is technically an out-dated world and to feel so much nostalgia for (apparently) poorly made machinery. There are a few books she's already bought during their round-robin of the stores, science texts and mechanical engineering, as well as a magazine on make-up, but she's starting to get an itch that won't be scratched until she's spoiled Dave a little too. He's a lost child, for all his witticisms, and doing something nice for him is rapidly turning into a full-time thread of affection tied to his happiness while he shares in the maddening city of ticking.
Looking to him to gauge his interest as she wanders into the store, she wonders if having a little brother would have actually been this pleasant. There's no way Asami intends to replace Dave's guardian(s?) but managing to be something of a trustworthy figure while also enjoying being his friend is so far working out okay. Teasing him is always playful and well-meant, a safety net that she hopes conveys how comfortable she is around him despite their age difference. ]
You don't think I'm too old-fashioned, do you?
Rating: Depending on Dave's language, take your pick.
Characters: Sato and a Strider.
Summary: Adopted big-sis takes the munchkin out shopping.
Log:
[ There aren't many things Asami has come to realise she wouldn't do for Dave. He's sassy and has a heck of a mouth on him for such a young man, but she doesn't even begrudge him his minor tiff with Mako over the network; it's always been evident he's a kind kid who benefits (flourishes, even) in company, and she's more than happy to share hers. Which is how she finds herself in the deep-end of the shopping district with a fourteen-year-old boy, staring into the glossy window of a camera store with models on display that far out-strip the ones she's familiar with back home. ]
This makes the cutting-edge technology of Republic City look like ancient history.
[ It's the strangest thing to come from what is technically an out-dated world and to feel so much nostalgia for (apparently) poorly made machinery. There are a few books she's already bought during their round-robin of the stores, science texts and mechanical engineering, as well as a magazine on make-up, but she's starting to get an itch that won't be scratched until she's spoiled Dave a little too. He's a lost child, for all his witticisms, and doing something nice for him is rapidly turning into a full-time thread of affection tied to his happiness while he shares in the maddening city of ticking.
Looking to him to gauge his interest as she wanders into the store, she wonders if having a little brother would have actually been this pleasant. There's no way Asami intends to replace Dave's guardian(s?) but managing to be something of a trustworthy figure while also enjoying being his friend is so far working out okay. Teasing him is always playful and well-meant, a safety net that she hopes conveys how comfortable she is around him despite their age difference. ]
You don't think I'm too old-fashioned, do you?
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I expect a bouquet of roses and like five boxes of chocolate. Sugar-free, because I'm trying to watch my figure. Got my eyes on a hot black number waiting for me back home too small for my ass. Fucking tragic. Cried for a week over Lifetime.
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[ She's never had any siblings, but this is how she hopes it would have felt. ]
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Ok.
Shop til' we drop I can roll with that. They'll be paving over the asphalt angels we make from our consumer euphoria.
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What's your favourite colour in clothing?
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Red's pretty badass. S'like my theme.
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