generalflirt | Appointments Post ( I )

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Appointments Post ( I )

This post here is for personal conversations which should happen but one or both of us doesn't want to put up a new post/log and thus we will just thread it out here. This can be used to thread with Masaomi anytime and anywhere. This can either be in person (with action), or via the journal's call feature (voice and/or written).

When replying to this post please mark in the subject line when and how it is taking place EX:
[Action, March 11th]
[Voice, September 8th]
Written, June 10th]</b

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I remember. But what I mean is it's been a long time - I don't remember exactly how great the distance was. But it was pretty far.

[She points over to an extremely distant tree.]

Maybe around there?

[Eyeballing that... huh. That's not that far as compared to what he knows modern sniper rifles actually can do, and it surprises him. Either way, he nods. He doesn't care too much about this topic, but it's something to be noted]

Ah, I see... In either case, that must have been a trip.

(Flash: falling on top of Michael's back; Flash: reappearing on a path, stumbling, him grabbing on to her and holding her close; Flash: lying flat on top of him on the riverbank and rolling quickly off him after one startled moment of staring into his eyes.)

[She sighed and shook her head.]

It was humiliating.

[He tries - hard - not to focus on the bubble. But he does out of the corner of his eyes, looking pointedly at the trees. He wonders, would it be underhanded to ask more of her to try to see what comes up? Probably.]

Such is often the case here.

[Talking about this was going to make her miss Michael.]

(Michael's smiling face; Michael opening a door)

[She glances over at him, taking in his clothes - or lack thereof.]

Are you cold like that?

I will be soon enough. Riiiight now I'm more concerned Linda isn't with us.

[Electrical burns everywhere... sigh]

Really? Why?

Because together we learned a technique where she can turn her tail to metal, and now I know I'm going to see what a metal tail does to wood when I get back.

[She winced.]

You think she'll be that upset?

I... think it's a possibility.

[Linda doesn't like being excluded or looked down upon or... a lot of things]

Then do you want to try to start back?

Going from here it'll take us- [Days unless they go to the hot springs. and then a thought bubble of his own pops up as he thinks about that. Specifically, an image of Katara in her suit at that party at the springs. She looks just as she is, but as that is beautiful to Masaomi she's in embossed bright colors more than anything else in the bubble. And it is a full body shot.] ... Well a while anyway.

[Ack!]

Masaomi!

What?!

[Does he? He looks at her bubble and nothing much there and-

...He has one. It turns into a visual representation of a sigh]

Ugh.

(Bright red; ...and then the image of him in the hot springs.)

[...He can't help it, he studies that image]

Sorry?

[It's a fleeting image, quickly overcome by a reflection of what she saw, and then an image of them standing close in a stairwell]

Don't think of me like that.

...What are you talking about?

[And right now, his thought bubble fills with a reflection of... her right now. Still glowing]

In my swimsuit?

[Blush, blush.]

Oh?!

[Aaaand then back to her swimsuit in the bubble. Whoops. No. think of something else! Her in this one outfit he liked bending. Still glowing, that works]

[Her thought bubble reflects his, tinged in red, and--]

(Why am I glowing?)

[She covers her eyes.]

I don't want to see this.

If you're looking for an apology, I don't think I need to make one about my thoughts.

[Annoyed, in spite of himself, but he keeps a jovial tone and a smile]

Right, at least I wasn't naked.

(A wash out of herself in gray; her hands wrapping someone else's bindings--

I hate this place.)

I wouldn't make a picture of that.

[Or well, he might if he could imagine it- and briefly, there's a picture of her exposed legs in his bubble, but it quickly corrects to other images. Her smile (the genuine one), her on the ground after that spar where he broke a bone, her sitting with him the barracks, her sitting next to him on that tunnel of love]

(Her hands on his hands; his face when she told him she wouldn't stop him)

[Katara drops her hands and glances over to him, catching maybe the last three images]

I know you wouldn't - or you wouldn't mean to.

(That image of her in the tunnel, flashing; a pai sho board)

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