Description: Alma's bizarre rivalry with the littlest Kasagi continues in their most suggestive battle yet! That's right, folks, it's a pillow fight in the midst of a home furnishings warehouse, and the two pajama-clad warriors must make do with the fluffy weapons at their disposal. But while Alma's will is strong and his powers are stronger, how long can this poor boy resist the temptation to do something inappropriate and/or illegal? Xiangfei, start keeping this guy under control already. (Winner: Alma)
Sun Tzu tells us that in order to win a battle, we must have mastery of heaven and earth. These are, of course, philosophical metaphors, but like many of the best works of Eastern thought, every philosophical metaphor has a very practical application. In this case, Sun Tzu means that we must be aware both of the weather and of the terrain, and take full advantage of all opportunities presented to us. Every gap must be widened, every crack sealed, until there is no longer any hope for the enemy. If you are good enough, you will not even have to fight at all.
Now, when it comes to all that metaphorical stuff, Alma's got it down pretty good. He embodies both heaven and earth to perfection: normally mild-mannered and good-natured, accepting and tolerant yet honest and forthright, his latent passionate furies are not so much disguised as often dormant. Like heaven, he radiates a powerful presence, and is constantly active; yet like earth, he remains calm and composed, and this only contributes to his heavenly aspects. His combat style is both like fire and water -- aggressive and relaxed, fierce and flowing. Yeah, Alma's got the metaphorical stuff down. No problem.
But he is beginning to think, as he awkwardly attempts to maintain his footing on the giant foam mattress upon which he stands, that the more practical aspects of Sun Tzu's advice are going to give him a hard time today.
Not many military campaigns have been waged within Thai home furnishing warehouses, but looking at the setup, the young would-be bishonen begins to suspect that such an endeavor would be infinitely possible. The place is cavernous, lit brightly in some places and dimly in others, stacks of fresh pillows and oddly arranged piles of mattresses providing both places for epic battlefields and good cover for defensive fortifications. The workers are taking a break right now; there will be no civilian casualties. Truly, this will be a fight for survival.
The tall and currently shirtless youth glances at the pillow in his right hand, and unthinkingly adjusts the band of his snug white puppy-printed pajama pants. He has a mildly concerned look on his face.
What madman came up with this idea, anyway?
Who could have thought of such madness? The pillows, the plushiness, the comfort... Inside of a huge warehouse where countless pillows lie dormant and awaits only to be used as weaponry for destruction or to caress and soothe a warrior's fall, preventing them from suffering any pain. There is only one person who could come up with an idea... Someone of deviance and who is so corrupted and rotten to the core that he does not pump blood through his veins but a thick oily purple liquid that is called evilness. One who's mind has no order but only a dark void of chaos, a warping space where even psychics would not dare to venture, lest they want to be striken with insanity right on the spot!
And lo and behold... This evil beast that keeps being retold eternally through the ages, through space and times through various metaphor in the various civilsation, call it belzebuth, satan, lucifer, leviathan, chaos, what have you, is about to make its presence known...
"Ooooh, Alma..." A soft voice, barely above a whisper, almost mixed with a moan. From a little distance, just behind a pile of pillows emerge the root of all evil... Raven hair like those of the crows, alabaster skin like the snow... The witch... With a faint blush, the girl seems to be having a rather 'implicit' kind of pose behind her pillows. What little bit of her outfit that can be seen leaves nothing to the imagination either... Two strands of a pale blue material that goes down her shoulder -- oh no, wait... One of them has even been pulled to the side of her arm, as if to expose and show more flesh. Alma can feast his eyes on what appears to be a lovely nightdress, one that seems to go down to her navel... Where it ends and shows off some more of her skin but unfortunately, the pillow hides the rest for now!
Just as the saying goes, 'the devil will always appear in its most alluring form'.
Bitting her lips, the girl turn around on her heels and she says, leaning over a little, "I'm so glad you came here... So... We can have our... Little fun..." Mimiru says with a wink, "So... Why don't you come over, handsome and give me a little hand for... You know what..."
[OOC] Alma says, "..... <3"
For the brief moment that Alma maintains coherent thought, he wonders what Sun Tzu would have to say about *this* sort of strategy.
And then things basically go downhill from there.
It's really not worth trying to describe what's going through Alma's head at the moment, because the result of an eighteen year old boy's brain exploding is not really translatable into a spoken language. But he does, at least, have the good sense to ride it all out -- though getting over the sight of her bare shoulder is taking some work -- and so he just stands there for a while. For at least several seconds, in fact. His jaw is ever-so-slightly slack, his eyebrows gently raised, eyes a bit wider than usual; and then, with an uncharacteristically abrupt movement, he turns away and slips his hands into the pockets of his pajama pants, facing away from Mimiru. After a few moments to compose himself, he glances over his shoulder at her again, but there remains something... strained... about him. Something unusual. It's hard to say what. But he won't turn around.
He opens his mouth, to try to say something, but can't really manage to get anything out. So he takes a deep breath -- another deep breath -- one more deep breath. Then he's able to turn around. He looks okay.
But there's something funny about his expression. He looks... helpless. As though he knows he's doing something he shouldn't do, but in some strange way, he just doesn't have any choice about it.
"Coming, imouto-san," he murmurs, and though his expression looks a bit more composed now, his eyes remain slightly widened. Partially shocked at what he's seeing, and, as he walks over to where she lays, partially incredulous at what he's doing.
Walking into Mimiru's traps has become a hobby of his, it seems.
Of course, Mimiru, herself, merely keeps the pose. It was so perfect in her mind she had to. It was like an alluring plate of food set there for someone who did not eat in months. One might wonder what Sun Tzu would think about -that- metaphor too. Considering how Alma just turns his back to her and hardly does a thing except for questionable things with his hand in his pocket and glancing at her every now and then, Mimiru leans over and she actually sticks her tongue out at Alma, "Come on now, Alma, keep a little bit for me, at -least-." Mimiru says, lips curling into a wide grin. "We haven't even started -yet-." Mimiru adds.
And finally... Alma makes his way toward the devil. The root of all evil. Every steps he takes sending him closer to the point of non-return, where he'll be just as corrupted to the core as she is. Where his blood will turn into that oily evil purple liquid.
Thankfully, Mimiru has such a big heart she won't allow Alma to lose his soul like this. Nope, in fact, as he comes closer and closer, Mimiru glances up a little and she bites her lips as her gaze goes up toward a -huge- mountain of pillows. Only for a moment but that's enough.
Because lo and behold, right on the top of this mountain is Max. Yep. He's there waiting for Alma to walk right beside the mountain of pillow, which he just did... What does that mean? Well it means that once Alma's there, Max actually tackles the large mountain of pillow to make it crumble and fall all over Alma. AVALANCHE of pillows.
So evil.
COMBATSYS: Mimiru has started a fight here.
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Mimiru 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Alma has joined the fight here.
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Alma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mimiru
COMBATSYS: Alma dodges Mimiru's Max Interference.
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Alma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mimiru
Hey, what you mean, questionable things!? That was just to keep things comfortable, to make roo-- errr. Even Alma himself blushes slightly at what Mimiru says, and his brain thinks of a large number of things to say to keep this situation appropriate, none of which he actually says. "Sure," is all he can manage, his wits totally addled at the complete dreamlike absurdity of the situation. This is ridiculous, his mind shouts at him. You've got to give that girl such a pinch when this is all over.
Unfortunately, this suggestion doesn't help him recover much.
But there's something to be said for having all conscious thought annihilated. On some strange level, thinking with his, er, body, rather than his mind, has stimulated his reflexes, and this time, when his subconscious rather than his conscious mind shouts a warning at him, Alma acts immediately and unthinkingly. As the pillows rain down upon him, the tall youth lunges and leaps, spiralling through the air once and completely evading the downy hail with remarkable grace, landing in a shoulder roll. He immediately lunges again, and leaping forward, he grabs two pillows from midair and assaults Mimiru's defensive position, closing in on her from above and slashing both pillows at her simultaneously in a fierce attack.
"Wait till I tell your mother about this!" he scolds, mild expression now slightly indignant.
Being scandalized is his only hope, really.
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Mimiru with Strong Punch.
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Alma 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Mimiru
"Ahah!" Mimiru shouts, victorious, leaning over and a fist raised up slightly to show her fierce pride in having her little trick work. It may not be much to get literally smashed by a horde of pillows, but that was still most of Mimiru's evil plan it would seem.
Unfortunately, the girl has proclaimed victory a little too fast, considering how Alma didn't quite get buried under those pillows. In fact, it takes her a few seconds to realize that and she's totally caught off guard, "What...!?" Mimiru says, taking a step back, "But my plan was perfect!!"
And like the good villain she is, when she says such a line, it's the time for her to get smacked by something. Unlike the cliche, it doesn't end the fight but just begins it though, but Alma still gets hammered by pillows, which forces her to bend over a bit due to the fact it was some nasty cleaving. "Oouf!"
Mimiru snorts and she glances up at Alma, "What you'd know! You don't even know my mother! And what you'd say? Oh! Could you tell your girl to please stop being smarter than me?" Mimiru grunts and she actually takes a pillow for her own defense, "Take that! Super Mighty Pillow... Ah fudge, eat that!!" Mimiru says as she attempts to just shove her own pillow in Alma's face and make him stagger back and fall down.
COMBATSYS: Alma dodges Mimiru's Strong Punch.
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Alma 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Mimiru
"I have too met your mother, when Jiro had to come stay with me. And anyway-- you're not smarter than me," he responds gruffly, evading the pillow by leaping back onto a mattress and springing off of it, immediately lunging in again. "Your tricks just go too far! Like last time! Really, imouto-san," he adds, sounding quietly disapproving now as he sails through the air, flipping forward as another airborne pillow trails near him, and he shifts into a powerful axe kick, sending the large pillow -- looks like this one is for a couch -- hurtling towards the younger girl.
"I guess if you'll kiss me to trick me, you'll do anything!"
COMBATSYS: Mimiru slows Large Thrown Object from Alma with Large Thrown Object.
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Alma 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Mimiru
While she doesn't quite get the chance to actually stuff Alma's face into her pillow, Mimiru isn't going to stop her attack there -- nope, in fact, she simply hurls her pillow right after Alma. Unfortunately, it seems that she didn't throw it with enough strength for it to actually get through Alma's own pillow and the result is that Mimiru now gets hit with two large pillows.
The girl staggers back a few and she stumbles on her butt, falling on a punch of pillows thankfully. The girl sticks her tongue out and she says, "Yeah? So what's wrong with exploiting my enemy's weakness, huh? In this case, it's not hard to know that you are weak against sensual sexy girls like me, which reflects your perversity, which isn't really nice!" Mimiru says with a few nods of her head, "So who's the worst, eh? Me or you?"
"Oh, for goodness sake," Alma mutters with mild exasperation, and lands in a crouch, taking a few moments to make sure he's stable on the mound of pillows before lunging to the side in a feinting maneuver, and tearing a white sheet from a display mattress. He twists on his heel and attempts to throw the sheet over Mimiru, trying to blind her as he leaps forward, allowing himself to fall and bounce on another mattress right back into the air, and aim a quick kick right at the 'sensual sexy girl', hopefully knocking her off her feet and sending her sprawling head over heels.
"Imouto-san," he says clearly, with the tone of a lecturing professor, "I'm a professional, and I can tell you that while you may be cute as a button to boys within your... peer group... you're far too young to merit words like 'sensual' or 'sexy'."
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Mimiru with Light Kick.
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Alma 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Mimiru
Considering Mimiru's on her own little pile of pillows and that it's not really the most stable place to stand on, when Alma actually swings the sheet and entangles it over Mimiru's head, the girl squirms about and she struggles to take it off, which already causes her to be fairly unsteady. And with Alma just kicking her legs by the time she takes the sheet off her head, Mimiru falls down and she actually rolls down the hill of pillows.
The little girl growls a bit and she glances over to Alma, frowning a little, "Bah! That's not what your face said a few seconds ago!" Mimiru says. The girl blushes a bit and she adds, "Beside, I'm waaaayyy too good for you." Mimiru concludes with a few nods of her head. Her lips curl into a wide grin and she takes her own ammunition again and she quickly climbs back the pile of pillows and attempts to smack Alma over the head with it, "And I'll make you pay for saying that! Take this!"
COMBATSYS: Alma fails to interrupt Light Kick from Mimiru with Quick Throw.
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Alma 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Mimiru
Now it's Alma's turn to flush, brow furrowing in consternation, a maybe a bit of embarrassment too. "I don't know what you're talking about," he harumphs in response to her accusation about his face, finally forced to avert his eyes and scratch the back of his head as he feels bad about such an outright lie. "Alright," he starts to amend, "well, look, maybe you're-- hey!" He's cut off about her claim of superiority, and eyes narrowing, he turns to raise an eyebrow at her coolly. "You didn't seem to mind that our last fight, when you were kissing me in front of everyone in the mall," he says darkly, beginning to stride down the hill of pillows as she charges at him. That's it, he'll teach her, she'll--
--a pillow caves in under him, and he stumbles.
Uh oh.
Mimiru's smack connects, and he tumbles down the hill himself, wincing slightly as he starts to extricate himself from the mound of pillows he's now half-buried in. "Ridiculous," he mutters to himself.
Bang! Ahah, that'll teach him. Lips curling into a wide grin as this smack causes Alma to go down the hill of pillows, Mimiru turns around on her heels and she simply leaps off from where she is to fall on Alma's back, "Kyyaaaaaa!!!" Mimiru shouts as she soars down to fall right on Alma's back.
If she manages to fall down on him, Mimiru'll quickly try to give Alma a powerful headlock... With a pillow! That's right, curl the pillow around his face and pull back. As if she was trying to suffocate him in the pillow. "You weren't either! In fact, as I recall it, you were pretty upset it didn't turn out like you wanted it to be! You were so frustrated!" Mimiru says, sticking her tongue out, "Sooo! What? You know, it's not only the boys who like that kind of stuff too! Is something wrong in that, huh?"
COMBATSYS: Alma dodges Mimiru's Strong Throw.
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Alma 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Mimiru
"Now you're just making stuff up!" Alma replies dismissively as he bursts from the pillows, the shirtless young man glowering at the girl as he rolls away from her lunge. "I was frustrated with you, for being such a... such a... minx!" He immediately leaps right back into the fray at that, and tries to wrestle the girl into the pillows, capturing her within them and getting a fierce hold on her. She's slippery about this sort of thing, but if she's half-buried in pillows, he might have a chance. "I'm honest with my emotions! I don't kiss people as part of tricks, and I don't expect other people to either! It's not nice, to do that sort of thing to a guy like me, Mimiru!"
COMBATSYS: Mimiru counters Strong Throw from Alma with Ippon Seoi Nage.
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Alma 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Mimiru
The ground being mostly covered with pillow, even if Mimiru doesn't fall on Alma's back, the pillows actually soften her fall quite enough. Unfortunately, despite the smooth ground, Alma isn't at his advantage here. The girl forces herself back to her feet and she wrestles with Alma for control over this grapple -- and that happens to be one of Mimiru's strong point. "Minx? Bah!" Mimiru says, sticking her tongue out, "What about you, huh? What's the big idea coming here with... Pyjamas like this and all showing off like that, huh? That's just the same!"
And then, Mimiru turns the tide. She turns around quickly and presses her back to Alma's waist. In a matter of a second, she bends over and quite literally shoves Alma over her, "Waaa!" She says as she slams him down in the pillows, hopping on over to straddle his chest and keep him pinned in the pillows, "So! I'm honest with my feelings too! Did you think this was just a trick? I told you it wasn't! It was to save yourself from the evil inside of your heart!"
"Umph!" Alma grunts as he's thrown into the pillows, and eyes Mimiru balefully as she straddles his chest. "Speak for yourself!" he replies. "This is what I wear when I sleep! Do you wear that all the time, eh? At least I didn't wear this as part of some plot! I just did!"
He frowns when she mentions the whole 'evil inside his heart' shpiel, but rather than reply -- maybe it's just not worth it to argue with her about that sort of thing -- he rears back, and seems to be looking for a new pillow to grab. But instead, surprisingly, his eyes flash, and he brings his hands down... holding a suddenly manifested pillow of pure white-pink energy, in a bizarrely adapted psychic attack!
"Save yourself!" he retorts.
COMBATSYS: Mimiru blocks Alma's Self Expression.
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Alma 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Mimiru
"Well!" Mimiru says, bitting her lips, "What if I wore this for sleeping too, huh?" Mimiru says, tilting her head to one side. Mimiru shakes her head and she says, "This isn't all plot, bah! You just can't take some jokes either, you're no fun." Mimiru says. Despite the little discussion, Mimiru's still pretty aware of what's going around and when the pillow is hurled her way, Mimiru lifts her arms up to block it, in fact, she even goes as far as to get her hands on it.
Lips curling into a wide grin, Mimiru actually takes it in her hands and she attempts to force it in Alma's face, "There! Silence yourself a bit, bleh, you sound like you're all upset and stuff because I did this, or I did that, come on, it's nothing, really."
COMBATSYS: Alma dodges Mimiru's Quick Throw.
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Alma 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Mimiru
"Wh-- well, I..."
Alma's caught off guard again. How can he explain exactly what he's trying to say here? When Mimiru tries to turn his own mental attack against him, Alma simply dissipates it, and grabs the girl's little wrists, pulling Mimiru closer. He still hasn't gotten her off his chest, but his legs are beginning to shift as he prepares himself for an escape attempt.
"...listen," the tall youth finally says, expression changing to one of mild awkwardness. "You're great, imouto-san, a really spunky kid, but... using your own attractiveness against others, using it to lay traps, isn't right! I'm not just saying that because it works on me!" And he looks suitably embarrassed about that, but he continues, digging his heels into the pillows as he looks for a firm place to push off of. "I'm not upset, I'm indignant! Someday you're going to be older, and you really *will* be sexy, and you might get yourself into trouble! Not all guys are as... easy-going... as I am!"
Hopefully this speech will have some sort of impact -- because if it does, she will be totally unprepared for his sudden battle cry -- "Hiyaaah!" -- as he explodes from the pillows with a burst of white-pink flame, aiming a series of fierce kicks from his previously hidden, pajama-clad legs, and aims to blast her back. "RISING FURY!"
"Anyway," he murmurs, as he descends trailing flame, "I'm engaged."
COMBATSYS: Mimiru dodges Alma's Rising Fury.
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Alma 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Mimiru
With her wrist being pulled away, Mimiru doesn't get the chance to choke Alma with the pillow it would seem. She does allow a little moment of non-agression while Alma actually explains himself. It's not like she has anything to fear, considering how she keeps Alma pinned down between her thighs and legs, right?
Mimiru blinks a few times and she frowns a bit, "Ask Jiro, he'll tell you, it's like survival, you fight with all you have at your disposal, and there's no such thing as dirty tricks or anything, this is all fair game." Mimiru's lips curl into a wide grin and she chuckles a bit playfully as she leans a bit closer and she says, "Wellll -- You could at least say it... Ahhh, are you scared that it might upset that other girl, eh? Ah, come on!"
His other attack comes out and Mimiru is totally unprepared for this. She does, however, forces herself off Alma's back and she skids in the pillows to avoid the incoming flaming kicks. "Well! Good thing for you! See that as tests of will, eh? You seem like it wouldn't take you much!" Mimiru says as she tries to leap back on Alma and counters by sending her fist right for Alma's midsection.
COMBATSYS: Alma interrupts Quick Punch from Mimiru with Divine Intervention EX.
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Alma 0/-------/-======|=======\======-\1 Mimiru
"Wh-- say what!?" he exclaims, as he sees the girl roll and recover and begin to prepare for a counterattack. "I'm not hiding anything! I mean it! The way you act makes me worry about you!" See, he's not lying, per se. He's just not telling the whole truth. But that's allowed, under the rules of Honesty. Really. Anyway, in this case? Being completely honest would be against the rules of Appropriateness. And would probably be illegal. Though then again, I don't know, we're talking about Asia here.
But then Mimiru says something that actually, genuinely affronts Alma. "Wh-- oh, *now* you've done it," he murmurs, and his eyes narrow and gleam with gathering energy as he sails down and calmly awaits the beginning of her attack. "Wouldn't take me much..."
When she leaps, he immediately lashes out, and catches her right on the chest, unleashing a blast of Psycho Power that interrupts her attack and sends her sailing back. He descends, remaining calm as ever, and lands gracefully on the pillows. "Tsk, fighting you is the only thing that doesn't take me much..."
But he says that under his breath.
Being interrupted in midflight by Alma's psychic blast, Mimiru is literally sent flying off some distance away, landing right into a rather huge and comfortable pile of pillows. Thuds. And the impact causes a couple of pillows to crumble over and all. Though Mimiru's still visible, lying in the pile of pillows.
She grunts and squirms a bit, wincing slightly in pain as she rolls over a little, "Ouch..." She says, biting her lips. The girl grunts and her eyes send a glare over toward Alma, "Yeah... Just say that, mock me all you will..." Mimiru says, muttering a few things under her breath. "I'll make you... You'll see..." Mimiru says as she tries to recover and get back to her feet.
And while Mimiru recovers as if to just buy her seomtime, her dog actually leaps into action to tackle down Alma into the pillows.
COMBATSYS: Alma blocks Mimiru's Max Rush.
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Alma 0/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 Mimiru
"I'm a faithful fiance," he says stoutly, eyeing Mimiru as she tries to recover from the pillows. "Even if I never get any... or anything even remotely *resembling*..." He starts to space out a bit at this, gazing off into the distance and narrowing his eyes, revealing what appears to be a deep-set frustration. "...though maybe it's my fault, since I just can't... but you'd think she'd understand, and at least... I mean, her lunchboxes are great, but... I mean, I think it's fair to say that... even if our relationship is a little... unorthodox..."
With a little less luck, Alma might've been totally clobbered by the lunging dog at this point, but the youth has gotten wise to those sort of attacks, and when Max leaps at him, Alma reaches out and gently redirects him, sending Max plowing cheerfully enough into a bunch of pillows. He turns to Mimiru, shaking out of his reverie, and immediately starts to charge toward her, drawing his fist back. "Enough of this!" he says, low tones resolute. "No more pillow talk!"
And he punches out in a fierce jab, aiming to hit the girl right in the temple, in a fast but stunning blow.
COMBATSYS: Mimiru fails to counter Quick Punch from Alma with Ippon Seoi Nage.
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COMBATSYS: Mimiru can no longer fight.
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Alma 0/-------/=======|
Enough is enough it would seem. Mimiru doesn't have the chance to answer Alma's speech. Once she gets back on her feet, she's knocked down with a simple punch and she merely falls right on her back in the pillows, knocked out cold. Looks like Alma just got what he wanted.
Whew.
Alma stands over the fallen girl, eyeing her dourly as he reaches up to scratch the back of his head and frown disapprovingly. He looks around for the cameramen, but it looks like the two of them have been lost for the moment in a flurry of pillows after they tumbled down that big pile, so he turns his gaze back to the girl and steps forward, leaning down. He opens his mouth to start speaking again, but he immediately pauses, and he just stands there silently for a few moments, staring down at her.
~ Hmm... she really *is* cute... ~
Getting down on his knees, he starts to scoop Mimiru up in his arms, but as he does so, he continues to, well, check her out, eyes on the places where her nightdress has shifted slightly, noting the way her lips part slightly in unconsciousness.
~ She may be young, but I have to admit, I really *do* like petite girls... ~
Rather than rise, Alma leans in slightly, unthinkingly.
~ I wonder... I'm sure it'd be alright if I just... just once... ~
ERRRRRRNNNN
"Oh god!" he cries aloud, immediately rising to his feet, Mimiru in his arms, and staggering out of the pillows, trying to get into a place where other people will be watching him, and studiously avoiding looking at the girl he's carrying. "What is WRONG with me!?"
Temptation resisted, once again. ...Barely.
COMBATSYS: Alma has ended the fight here.
Log created by Alma, and last modified on 17:28:49 02/09/2006.