tampered | Log; Ongoing

When; Sept. 23rd, evening.
Rating; PG-13 (alcohol)
Characters; Miroku (

kittyjones)
Summary; Miroku comes to pick up Kitty for a night on (or rather, under) the town.
Log;

It was early evening and, on a skyline marked by huge apartment blocks, the sky was fading into black bit-by-bit. Calming, in a way. Bringing the promise of night and sleep.

To most people, anyway. Kitty on the other hand was... restless. Too many days cooped up inside, moping about current curses and past curses and curses still to come. She'd been to the Underworld for the first time only the other week, but had found the lights and the alcohol to be... a strange kind of soothing.

So when Miroku has suggested a little visit, she'd jumped at the chance.

Most other days, most other places, she'd have felt more than a little peculiar walking into the seedy underground of a still not-all-that-familiar City with a monk. But here, it didn't seem so strange at all, and she seemed quite relaxed as she waited, hands shoved into the pockets of her leather jacket, biting her lip absent mindedly.

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"Oh you know," she gave a nonchalant shrug, "people tend to get disappointed when assurance goes awry. When the advertising doesn't meet the product. That sort of thing."

Good God, he's blushing so badly! "Not embarrassing. Uh huh. Right. Then why, pray tell, have you gone the colour of a tomato?"

A little gasp of apparent surprise greeted his next words, "Not from me? Why would you think that? Because I'm such an innocent young woman? I'm flattered, really."

"...Are you implying...? Kitty-san!" Miroku found himself blushing even harder.

He pursed his lips. "I'm not the color of a tomato..."

"And, well... You didn't like it when I did perverted things, so I thought... You didn't like that sort of thing!"

"Me? Imply? Never!" She cast a critical look at the current colour of his cheeks, "No, you're right. You're more a kind of dark shade of beetroot."

Right now, Kitty was finding it very hard not start crying from laughter.

"Perverted? Oh come now. I didn't say anything perverted. You just chose to interpret certain things in certain ways. Shows a dirty mind. And besides," she cracked him a wide grin, patting him on the head patronisingly, "there's a difference between word play and full-out groping, Miroku."

Miroku couldn't help pouting at her again. "You were very clearly saying that... And, oh, come on! You even got upset when I asked you to have my children, and I hadn't touched you them!"

"Very clearly? Goodness. You mind must be very dirty then. Positively rolling in the gutter."

Kitty remained thoroughly unperturbed by his remarks. This was simply too much fun for her to get rattled now. "I hardly think asking a woman to bear your children and some light conversation about weaponry can be compared on the same level!"

She sighed as though wearied by the entire process (though inwardly, of course, she was raring for more – he did blush so becomingly). "Don't pout, Miroku, if the wind changes you'll stay that way. Here," she picked up a piece of takoyaki with her chopsticks, and held it out towards him, "want some octopus?"

"Not that dirty..." Miroku sat up straight, as if trying to prove something. "I'm a monk, you know."

He ate the takoyaki from her chopsticks and swallowed. "You haven't even seen pouting, Kitty-san. How long have you known InuYasha?"

((OOC: And, okay! :D See you in a bit. XD He's much better at teasing others than he is at being teased.))

"Yes, you are a monk. Which," she cast a withering stare at his vain attempt to sit up straight and thus restore his moral standing, "proves my point exactly."

"Ah. Yes, I suppose you're about right there," she helped herself to more of the food. It was growing on her, octopus or not. Chewing thoughtfully, she asked, "is he always that... sulky? Touchy? Prone to sudden explosions of anger?"

"What? How does it prove your point? If you're doubting I'm a real monk I can show you my staff..."

Miroku grinned at that. "Oh, yes. He is. You haven't really seen anything yet, though."

Kitty practically applauded at his comment. Oh, bloody good job on that one, Miroku! It was so much more entertaining to banter, rather than just having one person relentlessly teasing the other. She had been beginning to give up hope. Eyebrows raised, she didn't even blink as she replied without missing a beat.

"Mmmm. You could, I suppose. Not sure it would be very impressive though, I mean, don't the holiest men - like you, obviously - always have the very smallest of staffs?"

Her next expression was, however, one of genuine shock, "Wait, are you saying he gets worse?"

"Oh, no, I have to lean on it for support sometimes, and..." Shit. She'd gotten him again, hadn't she? For someone who was supposed to be a horrible perverted monk, he was getting tricked into saying dirty things a whole lot tonight.

He gave her a serious look when she mentioned InuYasha. "Oh yes. Much worse."

"Oh, yes, I'm sure you have to lean on it sometimes. Grab it, in fact. Must be tiring, doing all that monkly goodness."

He really does walk into these things, doesn't he?

"Worse? Well that's... loses his temper even more, you mean?" she sighed, exasperated. "What's the story with you guys, anyway? I mean," she added hastily, "you don't have to tell me. It's none of my business. Forget it."

"So very tiring," Miroku said, trying to will his blush away so he might pretend he was playing along the whole time.

"Yeah, he does..." He looked down at the table and tried to think of a way to explain their situation. "Well... I met InuYasha when I took something pretty important and powerful from the girl he was traveling with. I wanted it so I could defeat this... man, who they were looking to defeat as well. We ended up traveling together."

"Mmm. You know, Miroku," she was trying desperately to keep a straight face, but couldn't help the corners of her mouth twitching into a smile, "don't take this personally, but you're not fooling anyone. That blush... bit of a giveaway, really."

After he gave his little explanation she paused for a moment to allow it to sink in, brows furrowed slightly in thought. "So... this man isn't exactly a nice bloke then, I take it?"

Miroku tucked his chin into his chest a little bit. "You know," he mumbled, giving her a look. "What I normally say sends some people from where I'm from into fits."

"Not exactly nice in the understatement of this and every other day," he said. "If I didn't know better, I would think he somehow had a hand in this City business."

He looked totally distraught. His face was a picture. He was... shrinking into himself. All from a few well-placed innuendo quips.

"Fits? Fits of what? Hysterical laughter? Terror? Give me a hint, here." A part of her chastised herself for being mean, but the larger part of her was so inherently amused it had past the point of caring.

Still, she sobered up at talk of this... man. "The City? You would? He's that bad, huh? Is he..." she lingered for a moment, hoping this wouldn't sound weird, "is he... human?"

"Anger? Embarassment?" Miroku shrugged. "Most of the girls don't mind, but their husbands..."

"That bad. And no... He's not human." Miroku frowned. Naraku was as far from human as one could get.

"Husbands? Yes, perhaps it might not be such a good idea for you to do your," she gestured up and down towards him, "to do your thing, if husbands are around."

"He's a demon, then," she spoke quietly, thoughtfully, "right? I... yeah. I know about... them. I fought... And Inuyasha, he's a... a half demon?"

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