okaerinasai [WELCOME HOME KAZUE]

 

Despite having been on several plane trips in the past year, she could honestly say the one from Kyoto to Los Angeles was the most stressful, hands down. The plane had been packed solid, and she'd had so many issues attempting to speak to the very-American flight attendants, and while she knew she had an accent, it wasn't that bad…though after the whole debacle, she was beginning to wonder if maybe it was that bad. It hadn't gotten any easier when she landed, with several confusions about her luggage (which resulted in them searching her guitar cases, causing her near panic attacks), what she was sure were condescending comments about her wardrobe (which was her usual getup that confused her gender…and admittedly, did make her look a bit like a delinquent), and a few miscommunications, so when she received a message from one of her band-mates, she was near jumping for joy, immediately answering him when she found a quiet corner.

The next hour or so was spent making sure all her belongings were there (which was…well, a fair few of them, with more to be shipped), attempting to converse with a security man who chopped words up so badly she almost couldn't understand him, before making a beeline for the front doors of her gate, her cat in one hand, guitar in the other, all too ready to get out of here, collapse on a bed, and pass out for a week to recover. She managed to get a lot of stares her way as she stood there, but she did well to ignore them - and not caring she stuck out, seeing as she wanted to stick out - it was the best way for Dosuu to find her. She could at least take some solace in the fact that here she wouldn't be recognized and bombarded by fans - she wasn't at her best. But it was so incredibly odd to be surrounded by so many people talking in a tongue that she technically knew, but was still so out of place - not to mention…suddenly, she was no longer tall for a female, but on the shorter end of…everyone. Even she knew she stuck out worse than a sore thumb.

It didn't take as long as she thought it would, and the moment she had recognized and realized it was her band-mate making a very fast beeline for her, she made a point to settle the carrier with her travel-grumpy cat on the ground before she was bombarded - because she knew she would be. She supposed she couldn't blame him - the six of them had been split apart for a couple months now, what with being in-between shows and any form of a tour, most of them doing their own thing for a bit - she'd chosen to stay in Japan for the longest of all of them, only relenting and buying her ticket when Theo had sounded like he was essentially groveling for her to come. As soon as the full force of their lead singer hit her with an embrace, she let her one free hand wrap up and pat him on the back awkwardly, not in the easiest position to return it with everything she was trying to hold…and the whole cart of luggage parked just a bit down, as well. Oh if only the press could see this - they would be able to tell she was a female just by the size of her wardrobe.

"Dosuu, man it's been a while since I've seen you. How could I ever live a complete life without you tripping over everything in it?" she teased him with a halfhearted smirk, not altogether a witty genius after her long travel, but was required to do it nonetheless. After a few moments of idle chatter (mostly filled by him, seeing as, while Kazue was certainly no slacker in socialism, he just almost never shut up), she convinced him it was his job, as the male present, to tote the worst of her things for her, and the two of them headed for the car Dosuu had gotten ahold of (at which point she had questioned him nervously if he was driving - a rhetorical question, but had to be said), stuffed everything as best the could (with Kazue stressfully pointing out her babies had been through enough and not to be too rough with them), and made a break for the road. The instant she did manage to get a word in edgewise, she made it a point to tell him she was never traveling that long ever again - at least, not alone, and listed the many, many reasons why.

Luckily, it helped pass the time, and she was quite glad to not be forced to speak a language that was not her own - she'd been doing just that for over 24 hours now, and it was such a relief to not have to sort through her mental dictionary of the English language just to decipher what someone had told her. It caused her mood to alleviate a little bit (even if his driving was less than stress-relieving), and by the time the two of them pulled into the hotel, she was feeling considerably more chipper - even if the sensation of not having slept for a week and having been ran over several times hadn't quote abated. She was tremendously happy to be able to order around the hotel staff to get her leftover luggage up to the top floor (telling them to make sure to handle her two other guitars with great care), and followed Dosuu with a much brighter attitude that she displayed earlier, becoming a bit less apprehensive about this trip now that the worst part was over.

She gladly unloaded her guitar and her cat onto the bed that her friend showed her when they reached their room, her eyes roving around the attached rooms appreciatively (as much as she could deal with close quarters, privacy was nice), before letting her mewling cat out before the thing had a stress attack akin to her own, watching as the grey tabby streaked out of her cage and took refuge under the bed where her things lay - the first thing her pet usually did for the first few hours they were in a new hotel room. She set her eyes back on her band-mate as he spoke, and the moment he said the word 'sharing', her nose scrunched up a bit. "Sharing, and we'll be here how long?" she sighed out, shoulders sagging in a mock form of defeat. "I know I'm supposed to be one of the boys, but really, now.". Hey, she considered it her job to nitpick - even if she didn't honestly care. It was just to harass him. "Buuuuut…" she drawled out, twirling a bit in place as she made a show of looking around again "It is pretty nice…"

WORDS!: 1167     TAG!: Theodoric
NOTES!: Speech in white & italic is her speaking in Japanese

 

She had to resist rolling her eyes when he decided to play the lets-swap-languages game, something he seemed in a horrible habit to do - the best she could do was be glad this was the one she actually knew, at least to a good extent. It didn't stop her brain from doing a slight hiccup, though…she managed to sort through it and listen in on time to his explaining the rooming assignments, however. She noted his dejected expression at the idea of sharing with his brother - and she would admit, she didn't envy him for it. Knowing where his thoughts were, she couldn't resist the urge - "Think of them as battle scars." was the comment as she reached over to pat him roughly on top of the head in mock affection, her lips pulling into a slight smirk as she did so.

After that moment, she turned around and reached out to pop open the case she'd set on the bed a moment ago, taking a quick peek inside to ensure that nothing horribly disastrous had happened to her baby while it was in cargo - from the sliver of red and white patterns she saw on the body, there were no nicks…she'd have to take it out later and tune it, just to sooth her paranoid nerves. That, however, was for later. She snapped the case back shut as Theo was speaking again, informing her of her exclusive room, for the most part. Definitely encouraging - though she, again, couldn't resist a comment about her being the only female among them, and the instance of another female. "Well, as far as I've seen - and boy, have I seen a lot of you guys - there's no girl so far but me. At least-" she paused, and made a show of grabbing the front of her shirt and poking her face down the front of it, apparently 'inspecting' herself. "Yep, still there. Good to know parading around as an assumed male hasn't affected anything."

When he questioned her about the tour around, she nodded silently, following him as he chatted idly and pointed out everything important in the place. As she trailed after him, she slowly but surely discarded parts of her wardrobe - arm bands, jacket, shoes, everything but her bottommost layer shirt and pants, doing what she normally would never do, and tossing them aside as she walked, listening to her band-mate speak and eyes following diligently to whatever he pointed out. Ehn, she'd get them when she came back - she was just starting to feel a bit uncomfortable in all of her crap, so she figured she may as well whittle away at it while she listened. When they came to the living room most her excess clothing was gone, and she spun in a slow circle as she eyed the biggest room there, nodding in approval.

She let him speak first, because heavens knew he did a lot of it, pointedly ignoring the fact he switched language twice - both words she wasn't…entirely sure on, but she got the gist. She'd play it safe and comment on something entirely different for now. "Pretty spacey. And no neighbors to complain if we decide to set up and practice a little. Not bad. Alright, I take it back. Though mind you, the fact I don't have to share a bathroom totally sold it. But, hey, you can't blame me for being nitpicky. A girl needs her privacy, and a couple years spent sharing close quarters exclusively with men can be trying. Not to mention, from an outer view, it can start the most atrocious rumors. Hell, I was there to know what really happened, and even I think it sounds mighty suspicious." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, snickering a bit to herself before she spun and made towards the sliding glass doors that separated the room from the terrace, leaning against the doorframe as she peered outside.

She didn't even look back at her band-mate as he asked if she'd been able to get her hands on any food, but it did cause her to sigh, eyes scraping over what she could see of the unfamiliar landscapes outside as she replied. "Technically, yes, I ate, but…have you ever ate airplane food? Paper is more filling." She scrunched her noise up to accent her point, then added "Yeah, I guess some real food would be nice. And maybe a change of clothes…perhaps going like this wasn't wise when I knew I would be stuck like it for nineteen hours…" She paused, then groaned, her sagging where she stood a bit "But I don't want to have to unpack anything, ugh. And I'm not running around naked."

With an exaggerated, long-suffering sigh, she moved away from the glass doors, sitting on the arm of the nearest chair, tilting her head in the direction of her friend. "Soooo, is there anything else good about this hotel? And any exciting we plan to do anytime soon?"

WORDS!: 839     TAG!: Theodoric
NOTES!: Speech in white & italic is her speaking in Japanese

 

At the mention of the perks including her cat, she did have to smile a bit at this - yes, she was happy to not have to sneak her pet in, because if there were two things Kazue couldn't live without, it was her cat and her guitar, and no matter where they stopped, her baby always came with her, hotel rules or no. "Like her life depended on it, I suppose. She'll be out in an hour or so. Maybe a bit longer - she did spend her nineteen hours in the cargo hold, after all." Poor thing - Miki was likely far more traumatized than her…she'd probably get over it easier. Kazue was distracted by this at his mention of the privacy of the pool they had, apparently.

"So I can go swimming without needing a full guard with me? Awesome." Hey, she was genuinely excited about that one - she remembered quite vividly the few times her fellow band members had convinced her to go to the pool with them - and how much she had had to sneak like it was a crime. Well, had to was perhaps a bit exaggerated - this was her game she maintained after all - but close enough, considering the burly, intimidating guards they'd hired for each entrance. Sometimes, she wondered why Herrick indulged her in her charade - it cost them more. Ehn, publicity and intrigue, she guessed…plus, it seemed to be a rule that, if she was a female, she couldn't be a good lead guitar…females were apparently, only singers. One of the many reasons she disliked being judged via gender, but, there you have it. There was one thing about what Theo said that caused both releif and slight disappointment - the fact no one knew them here. No stalkers, but none of the good fans, either - she rather liked those. Regardless, she still had to comment "Ah, sweet anonymity. I guess that is a perk."

His phone chose that moment to intervene, and she decided she may as well find a change of clothes - despite the dread of digging through her suitcases. She left him to his conversation for a few moments, unceremoniously pushing one of the suitcases over on its side, and proceeded to fling out contents in search of something comfortable. By the time she'd succeeded, half her belongings were on the floor and Theo was speaking to her again, to which she lifted her recent prize and replied "Clothes, check." before standing, stretching, and kicking the lid shut on the suitcase.

"I think staying in sounds safer. If I have to deal with one more lingual disaster, I may hit someone. Or something. And there's a lot less effort involved in staying…mmmm yeah, less effort is good." she added after that, looking quite pleased with the idea of being lazy - in other circumstances, she may have jumped to go out and experience the vastly different atmosphere here, but holy crap, she could only take so many hours in a row. Food without effort would be freakin fantastic. Her stomach chose that moment to growl pointedly, she paused, an odd giggle escaped her, and she quickly questioned "Right, any menu for room services, then? Before my own body embarrasses me more."

She reached out with her free hand to snatch it from him when he offered it out to her, and she held it in front of her, face scrunching in concentration as her eyes scanned it over, her mind not altogether happy with deciphering even more English, but dealing with it - food was worth this bit of endeavor, at least. Well, she thought it was - until she realized she might be forced to skip half of what was on there due to having no clue what…what, a lot of the names were. Which limited her options…and Kazue liked options, especially when it came to food.

You could see the conflict on her face as she tried to fight the urge to ask what half this crap was - which, she was sure she knew, if it had just been…written in an easier language. Crap. She supposed she'd have to sink and ask him. "Alright, don't laugh at me, but what the hell is this?" she asked as she shoved her menu in his face, paused, moved her finger down two or three inches, and added "Or this? Or…a couple things on here? My brain is strung out and you're bombarding it with more work? Uuuuugh." She tapered off the sentence in a highly exaggerated whine, even if she knew that Theo would recite things to her - she felt like being an entitled, spoiled princess for now, so she'd roll with it.

WORDS!: 794     TAG!: Theodoric
NOTES!: Speech in white & italic is her speaking in Japanese

 

To her credit, she understood most of it - and pretended to know the rest. She was quite grateful when Theo gave her her opportunity to escape, however, seeing as, while she could handle her own with the English language most times, her brain was on a strike after so many hours using it, with no one she knew with her as any breaks. "Thank god. I don't care how many people think I'm a guy, I certainly don't like smelling like one." she responded quickly, wasted no time in taking him up on his offer, making a beeline for the bathroom that was wonderfully and exclusively hers.

She spent the next ten or fifteen minutes using the crappy hotel shampoo and soaps against her better judgment (she'd dug out clothes, that was all the effort she was exerting) to scrub out the crud she felt like she had all over her. For five minutes after getting out of the shower, and wrapping a towel around herself, she wasted time making faces at herself in the mirror, pulling at her hair and contemplating her own face, before shrugging, jumping into the loose t-shirt and sweats, running her hands through her currently-half blonde half brown hair as she stepped over the threshold of the bathroom, moving towards her room with the intent of grabbing her guitar to take back with her, only to find the prone figure of Theo slung out across her bed. She raised her eyebrows at him, but made no comment on the fact that he was playing with her cat like a kid - instead, she made for the case still set a bit away from where he was laying.

With a light snap and shooing her band-mate off the bed so she'd have room, she flung the case open to be able to fully and genuinely inspect the object in her life that came second only to her cat. Kazue carefully pulled the guitar out of its case, careful to hold it so she didn't blemish the polished surface, eyes skating across the surface and one hand running along the neck deftly, fingers moving with a familiar, practiced ease as she inspected her instrument. "I swear if there's a scratch anywhere, I'm marching back down to that airport and leaving an imprint of the strings on their faces." she commented, her voice far too mellow to make it sound as if it were an actual threat - even if, when it came to her babies, no one should wish to face her wrath. She spent a few moments eyeing it critically, before looking back up at her friend.

"Got anywhere set up where I can plug this in and make sure it's not out of whack?" She was paranoid, so sue her. She wouldn't be much of a lead guitar if her sound was out of whack, now was she? However, this thought was interrupted when there was a tentative call of 'room service' from the entrance of the penthouse, and she resisted a sigh. As much as she didn't want to admit, food was a higher priority in her mind for the time being - so, carefully slinging the strap over her shoulder as so to safely tote the guitar with her, she amended with "…Well, okay. After food, anyway."

There was a procession of lead singer, lead guitarist, and band mascot (ie: Kazue's cat) out of her room, and she stood back a bit as Theo spoke to the man who had brought them their food, and before he left, out of instinct she echoed a "Thank you." towards him, not thinking about it until she saw the puzzled look on his face, and immediately recognized her mistake. She shuffled a bit, and corrected with a jumbled, rather heavily accented "Thank you", this time in the correct language. This was going to take some getting used to. As soon as he was gone, she sighed exaggeratedly again, holding her fingers to her temple as she complained casually "Jeeze, Dosuu, you make my life too complicated. I'll be confusing hotel workers for the next week. You just had to drag me to America..."

WORDS!: 698     TAG!: Theodoric
NOTES!: Speech in white & italic is her speaking in Japanese

 

When he'd commented about bring her own amp, she had scoffed lightly, shooting him a mock offended look. "Psh, you act like I don't come prepared." And you obviously didn't pay attention to my obscene amount of luggage she'd thought. She had brought her amp, albeit her very dinky one - the better one was being shipped in later, along with a couple other things. No, she didn't know how to pack light. One of her suitcases was dedicated entirely to her electronics - it was padded to the teeth and almost busting from how much was in it, and she dreaded the idea of opening it, but she wouldn't be able to sleep until she'd tested everything.

However, she made no effort to do so yet, torn between shooting Theo a look as he mocked her language slip-up, and eyeballing the food - real food - that had arrived. "Hey, normally when I'm in a hotel I don't have to worry about other languages. Can't blame me for slipping into routine." she retorted, but was distracted in plucking one of the mozzarella sticks of the plates before he could even drag the cart of food in properly, a look of what many would consider obscene bliss crossing her face as soon as she bit into it. Normally she wasn't one would be seen an avid lover of food, but considering that right now, it ranked above her guitar in her mind, it was obvious she was desperate to get that taste of airplane food out of her mouth.

She followed him to the living room, lifting the strap to her guitar off her shoulder and setting the instrument against the couch and the wall, where she was sure it wouldn't fall, listening to him as he told her what the food was, nodding and heading to grab her own drink, returning with a flop onto the couch, eyeing him slyly, before offering "You're just abusing your power while your brother is gone to get alcohol, aren’t you?", before she grabbed her food, and, uncaring of how much of a glutton she looked like from it, proceeded to stuff her face. At first, when he asked her about going out after she got over her jet lag, she had to hold up one hand to signal for him to wait until she could talk clearly - swallowed, took a rough chug of her soda, and answered him in-between mouthfuls of cheesy chicken.

"Well I can't think of anything specific to do, but-" she paused, waving one hand in front of her vaguely as she continued "once I don't feel like I've been run over repeatedly, I so wanna get out and look around…I mean, it sounds horribly tourist-y, but I've never even been anywhere quite…this different before." Yeah, it did make her sound like a star-struck tourist, in a way.

"Might be good for me to get out and be forced to practice my fantastic English skills, anyway, before I accidentally carry out an entire conversation in Japanese with one of the residents before I realize I did. Though, then I'm going to end up like you-" she made a face at him as if the idea was absolutely atrocious "switching languages every fifteen seconds without seeming to realize it, and confusing my roommates." Yes, she'd finally made a jab at the fact that he'd been switching between the two with horrible consistency, making her brain stutter a little - especially seeing as he had enough knowledge of slang and lazy versions of some words that she still couldn't grasp to make her have to think what he meant.

"But, I don't wanna say anything too girly, like go shopping, just because I'm amazing and don't make you guys suffer. I just know I definitely want to get out and see things - brilliant inputs on your part about what to do would be welcomed, otherwise you will end up stuck shopping with me." she switched back to the subject of their assumed sightseeing, waving a piece of speared chicken about as she spoke. She was so very helpful - she knew she wanted to…sightsee, for lack of a better term, but she knew nothing of this place, so she had no idea what to even suggest. He'd been here longer than her - and had more experience with this crap in general, so she figured letting him suggest something was maybe best. If not, he'd just have to suffer as she explored her first American shopping district.

WORDS!: 758     TAG!: Theodoric
NOTES!: Speech in white & italic is her speaking in Japanese

 

Due to the fact that she was unable to resist adding a comment to the end of nigh anything people said, after he made mention of his former travels, she had rolled her eyes and offered "Pft, I've never been anywhere, outside of where you guys go, so you know all the trips I've made. Now I just feel like the sheltered one." Or the bum, either way. Yeah, Kazue hadn't exactly been rolling in money before Sound Fuse - the band actually kinda saved her ass from a life in poverty, but that was just a depressing subject, so she didn't add that part in. Hell, if it hadn't been for her father pressuring her back in her school days, she wouldn't even be able to communicate here - because she couldn't just know things like that pain in her side over there. Which of course he proceeded to flaunt at her after a few moments. She shot him a look.

"Oh, ha ha, asshole. I had to learn how to speak mine manually, excuse me if I don't naturally pick it up. Cheater." she'd accused him blithely, leaning back against the couch and dragging her plate with her, popping a piece of chicken in her mouth and chewing lazily, an excuse to not have to answer if he decided to retort. She was content to sit back and listen to the debate on what to do for a form of sightseeing, appearing thoughtful as she distracted herself with her food, letting the silence stretch for a good long minute (mostly due to her choosing her food over answering, but either way…), before offering whatever input she could think of.

"Hey, I may be the tourist, but I'm the clueless tourist." She paused, tapping the end of one of her chopsticks against her chin, debating for a long moment. "Not warm enough to go swimming…not mentally prepared for amusement parks, plus I think your brother would whine if he knew we went without him…I guess just wandering around and bowling wouldn't be too bad. Maybe check a movie later in the day…for the sake of my curiosity. What about karaoke?" She went down her own mental checklist of what she would normally do in leisure time, but it was easier said than done - leisure time wasn't something she even had that much of, unless all six of them packed up and went, which usually involved them being followed, and Kazue had had to watch herself to dress carefully because of it, which made it less leisure and more work and ugh. She'd had a perfectly good trip to Okinawa wasted once, because she'd been followed everywhere, so prancing around in a bathing suit was not the wisest choice.

That was…beside the point, however. She supposed she wouldn't have to make such a conscious effort to confuse her gender while she was here - well, for a while, anyway. They should have a good month or so before any press members desperate enough to stalk them there would show up, or hire people from here to stalk for them. Ehn…she'd probably do it anyway. Why? Shits and giggles. Why else did she do anything? She felt a weight settle next to her, and her eyes slid to her cat, whom had jumped on the couch next to her, and was looking at Kazue expectantly. There was a momentary staredown, a sigh of defeat, and she plucked her last small chunk of chicken, holding it out for Miki, who promptly inhaled it faster than was likely healthy. Looked like her cat recovered fast.

She downed the last of her soda, and, after the continued persistence of Theo, delicately snatched up the wine glass, at the same time grabbing one of the last mozzarella sticks with it, still eyeballing the drink as she chewed thoughtfully, before taking a steady sip from it. She swilled the drink idly as Theo posed another question, and she felt the edges of her mouth pull a bit in amusement. "Think you can beat me just because I came unprepared?" she asked, raising her eyebrows and smirking fully at him. Yeah…she was a bit of a notorious cheater, and she rather liked to brag about it - if only they could never catch her while doing it. Mind you that was usually because they were their own distraction, either through being tipsy, slap-happy, or generally hyper and messing around.

WORDS!: 743     TAG!: Theodoric
NOTES!: Speech in white & italic is her speaking in Japanese

 

A wicked look started to creep across her face, but she immediately attempted to fight it down, keeping her expression as straight as possible - though there was a telltale twitch at the edge of her lips as she spoke. "Admit it, you just want me alone and naked." it was spoken in the most casual, if mildly suggestive, way possible, as she reached over to scratch her cat indolently, wishing that teasing him would throw him off his game like it would some others - but alas, she knew there would be no such luck. Why did she do it? Well…it was funny. At least, she thought it was, but she'd been told many a time that her sense of humor was extraordinarily strange, as well - she just brushed it off as the person accusing this of having no sense of humor at all.

"I should tell your brother you asked me to give you a stripshow when he gets back." she added in an afterthought, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as she did, though there was no threat, or anything else, in it. Her…well, female-ness had become something of a running joke at this point, so 'evocative' exchanges with just about…well anyone who traveled with them (save for Theo's two brothers) became normal. Sadly, she normally started them - and maybe, at some point, years and years and years ago, they might have been genuinely passes at the boys, but now…pft. Just pft. One, there were rules, and two, you became rather sterilized to the supposed men you lived with when you saw them in some of their least impressive moments…that and you'd seen all of them naked at least four times.

She slid her own draw across the table and peeked at them, momentarily bummed she hadn't had a warning - luckily for Theo, she didn't have all her things unpacked, which meant unless he turned around and became completely distracted, she had no 'spare' cards to ensure her safety. She had to rely on…well, whatever slim luck she had. When he threatened her, she clucked her tongue against her cheek lightly, pretending to look utterly appalled by the accusations for a moment, before retorting "You would never shave Miki - one, because she'd maul your face, and two, because I have no qualms shaving you. Where I shave you is up to your interpretation." Of course, she meant his eyebrows, but she had to make it sound worse than it was. It was her job.

Two fours, two nines, and a spare king, hmm…it'd have to do. She fanned her cards in front of her face dramatically, smirking at him over the top of them, hoping to fray his nerves by sheer annoyance at her smugness. One could hope - she didn't feel like streaking such a short time after a plane trip, thanks. When she was dealt her next cards, she eyeballed them for a couple seconds, sized up Theo critically, and decided to risk it, fanning out her hand fully face-up on the table, three nines and two fours giving her a lovely full house - high enough of a hand to at least make her confident she should be safe. When she was proven right a second later, she elicited a mock cackle, leaning back against the couch, and snapped her fingers at him. "Off." she commended lightly, making a motioning gesture between them.

WORDS!: 571     TAG!: Theodoric
NOTES!: Speech in white & italic is her speaking in Japanese

 

Oh, poo on his logic about having already seen her completely starkers before. And about the fact that she would, indeed, never tell Eric, in any earnestness, that she felt her virtue threatened. Well, she did say it a lot - but in a way that usually consisted of an exaggerated 'Help I need an adult!', followed by clinging to their manager as if her life depended on it, and pointing accusingly at whatever band-mate was nearest. Obviously, no one took this seriously. "You ruin all my fun." she pouted offhandedly, poking out her lower lip.

When she won the hand, she had the perfect picture of a cat-that-ate-the-canary expression, as she motioned suggestively at Theo for him to take something off. When he made to complain about whether it was legit, she pretended to look offended for a moment, as if how dare he question her 'agreement' or not. "I never disagreed, either." she replied slyly. Yes, she was sneaky like that. And yes, if she had lost the hand, she would have carried on as if she didn't agree to it. That was just how she rolled - an underhanded, scheming bitch. She liked to continuously remind all of the boys that they wouldn't dare want her any other way, either - she was quite proud to be the bane of their existence sometimes. Served them right for all the hell they could put her through, as well.

When he finally started to strip, she couldn't help herself. It was a requirement for her to make any given situation worse, so, she did - she lifted her fingers to her lips and wolf-whistled loudly, followed by a "Take it off!" It was a wonder none of the boys had gotten the wrong impression from her from the start - because she was always like this. Which could in general be described as…very odd. She just liked to consider it a unique sense of humor. However, when Theo offered her a 'free sample', she scoffed pointedly, leaning forward and grabbing the cards.

"Pass. I like my free samples…" she paused, seemed to debate, then, with a wicked smirk, finished "taller. Though if you lose on a large enough scale, I may request a table dance - for the purpose of recording and plastering across the internet, of course." Yep, that’s usually how she treated suggestive dialogue between herself and any of her bandmates - rebuffing them, then five seconds later, likely finding a way to pick it right back up. Why? It was fun. It probably didn't help that she hadn't been in any form of a relationship for…years. Several years. And her brain just had a habit of turning things horribly suggestive or dirty due to her own…deprivation. Something like that. Main reason, though? It was funny. She usually didn't need any other reason - she did almost everything she did for the shits and giggles.

"This is either going to be a very short or horribly awkward - or both - game, considering neither of us are wearing much." she commented offhandedly as she gave the cards a quick shuffle before she started slapping them down on the table. "What are we gonna do when we run outta clothes? Start putting stuff on?" she paused, seemed struck by her own brilliance as she finished tossing him his three cards, and picked hers up carefully "Actually, that’s not a bad idea. But one catch - we put on the other person's clothes." Of course, Theo would be at more of a disadvantage than her - she wore the guys clothes constantly. To the point of stealing them and wearing them on band outings and keeping them permanently. But Theo? Well…she glanced down at her clothes, which consisted of t-shirt, undershirt, and ridiculously short underwear shorts. Oh what she wouldn't give to blackmail Theo with a picture of him in her short-shorts.

WORDS!: 653     TAG!: Theodoric
NOTES!: Speech in white & italic is her speaking in Japanese

 

"How unprofessional of you Dosuu - requesting lap dances from someone you work with." she'd responded, adapting an offended tone that didn't match her apathetic smirk. "At least my request wasn't for personal gain - save for maybe a few giggles." As if half of everything she did wasn't for that same reason, anyway. She should have expected Theo to wiggle out of the swapping wardrobes thing - because he always likes crushing her sources of amusement. He was an ass like that. It could have been so much worse than wearing her shorts, too - she'd save the idea for another day, and perhaps morph it into something more along the lines of 'whomever wins the hand gets to choose who puts on what from anyone's wardrobe'…she'd have all the boys in heels and skirts if she played her cards right on that one - literally.

As it was, however, for now, her idea would have to be stored - seeing as Theo had already presented her with a different challenge to whomever lost. She had to resist rolling her eyes - he acted like streaking was something she cared about - the only time she had a problem with it would be when she was trying to hide her gender, not flaunt it - but in this country, no one knew her. Or at least, not many did. "Because that's definitely the first impression I want to leave on the hotel workers of where we're going to be staying for a while - running naked through their ridiculously nice establishment." she scoffed lightly, waving one hand through the air. It was true, in a way - that was one way to ensure the people that were housing you (in a way) were irritated at you - offending everyone else they were playing host to. That could end so badly, but…well, Kazue didn't want to back out and seem like a chicken. Unlike Theo, she wasn't scared to 'demean' herself. What a wimp - scared of some short-shorts.

"If they kick us out, it's your fault. And if I pick up a new stalker because there was a creeper amongst the staff, I expect you to defend my virtue." That was her evasive way of saying 'I agree'. Living with nothing but males did wonders for one's utter lack of care. Sure, she'd never been what you'd call a prude to begin with, but traveling with Sound Fuse after they actually began to travel to do shows…well, she was as shameless as any of them, that was for sure. The only reason she didn't want to lose, was…well, she didn't like losing to any of her band mates. It was just a competitive issue. And it was, sadly, only with them.

Unfortunately, luck wasn't on her side for this one, showing her that, unfortunately, she wasn't blessed with ungodly amounts of fortune today - she had a straight, from four to eight, and that definitely wouldn't beat him. She sighed, slapped her cards down, and lifted one foot, plucking a sock off her left foot, and tossed it at Theo's face to show her appreciation of his winning hand. Just because he wanted to big for his first lose didn't mean she would. When he made to protest about her lack of grandeur, she made a face at him as she handed the cards over. "Bitchy bitch bitch - it's not my fault you wanted to go big for your first go. I'm saving the best for last."

WORDS!: 516     TAG!: Theodoric
NOTES!: Speech in white & italic is her speaking in Japanese