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Post by safetypinalert12 on Sept 4, 2011 23:33:42 GMT -5
This was exactly Serah's flat--but it was close enough. No one knew where Serah lived, not Spirit. Not Nikita. None of them. But this flat was a common ground, a place where they could sit and discuss. A place that was safe, and a place she could bring Dan to. It was a little too neat, and a little too clean--it still had the 'new home' smell, as though it hadn't been lived in.
The furniture was just as rich as Serah seemed to be--black leather corner-piece couch, with a matching loveseat. A clean, glass table that was pushed off to the side. And all of this was settled on a vivid red rug, which was ontop of a pristine white carpet. The entertainment center was a glossy black Aikea piece, which was home to a large flat-screened TV. All 72 inches of it.
The kitchen was clean, with black granite tops, and black cabinets. The entire apartment was decorated black and white, with splashes of color here and there. Another noticible thing, was that there was an abundance of wolf art--not enough to be crazy. But there was a large wolf tapestry on her living room wall, a sculpture on the entertainment center, and various little miniatures lining the shelves in the hallway.
Serah was in the kitchen, watching the microwave above her sink, listening to the popping of the popcorn in the microwave. “Do you want anything to drink? I’ve got soda, water, and beer.” She called from the kitchen, pulling out a corona for herself, and cracking open the top, just as the microwave beeped at her to let her know the popcorn was finished. The redhead took a sip of her beer, before reaching under a cabinet to pull out a large bowl, and took the popcorn from the microwave to dump it into the bowl to share.
Things had been wonky for her the past week or so. She had met Dan not too long ago, and so far, everything was great. Which made her extremely jumpy. What made it wonky though, was the fact that she was still up to her usual antics; secretive and completely illegal. She was still trying to find her footing with Dan; what he liked, and what he didn’t. Mentioning her real career was completely out of the question, at least for now.
Lying to him felt wrong, especially since she thought he was being truthful. But her line of work taught her that people were very good liars when they wanted to be, and even though she was genuinely happy with him, she felt like every time she smiled that she was lying to him. Shaking the thought from her head, she walked around the corner of the kitchen, and set the bowl of popcorn on the floor where the PS3 was booting up.
Getting Dan to relax, meant for her to be relaxed as well. She found the more put-together she seemed to be, the more nervous he seemed to get. Which was why instead of her usual silk nightgown, she was wearing a pair of girl boxers. Short, and high on her thighs, but casual and comfortable. As well as a plaid shirt she had openly borrowed from Dan. The top four buttons were undone, showing just enough of the top of her pale chest to be comfortable, but hopefully not enough to send the boy into a tizzy.
After setting the popcorn down, while she awaited his answer for the drink, she leaned in and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, leaning over behind him. She grinned, her warm cheek brushing his, while her vivid red hair tumbled around the other side of her face. “Are you ready to get your ass kicked?” She purred. Normally, she didn’t sound kittenish. Her normal voice was relaxed, and had the melodic lilt of a Londoner. She was a master of accents, but it was her real one. But the sensual and seductive purr that laced her latest question, was only used to reel men in, or completely, and utterly try to throw Dan off his game.
Tags: Scout / Dan / Olley / Serah
Notes: Sorry if I assumed about where Dan is, and what he's doing! It's no probem to fix it, just let me know!
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Post by DAN OWENS on Sept 5, 2011 13:07:46 GMT -5
Sweet Jesus, it was a good thing he hadn't invited her over to his place. She probably would've fainted. Granted, he thought he had a perfectly vaild excuse for the every single empty beer can strewn about the floor, each t-shirt tossed in the corner, and any and everything else that littered his current residence, and that was college. College and a roommate. But excuse or not, he didn't think Serah would have much enjoyed any prolonged period of time spent in the place.
Her apartment, on the other had...well, it was the polor opposite of his in every way imaginable. While Dan's was filled with splashes of color via movie posters, records mounted on the walls, and a generally mismatched feeling that screamed "poor college students," Serah's was...he wasn't quite sure how to describe it, really, other than that it felt like a shiney new car. Had it been anyone else's place, he probably would have been afraid to sit down for fear of ruining the furniture. It certainly wasn't the sort of apartment where you could toss your keys on the counter after a long day and flop down on the couch in your street clothes, shoes still on.
He found himself staring at the various pieces of artwork scattered about the living room. "I didn't know you liked wolves so much," he called back towards the kitchen where Serah was making popcorn. They were neat pieces of art, he supposed (Dan wasn't one for studying things like that), but Dan couldn't shake the feeling that stupid tapestry was staring into his soul or something. Then again, he got that same feeling whenever he saw pictures with eyes, so it wasn't really anything to worry about.
Thankful for the sound of her voice and its saving him from being sucked into the vortex that was that woven wolf's eyes, Dan jumped a bit at the question. Wrenching his eyes from the wall, he shifted to look back towards where Serah had disappeared too. "Uhh...beer's fine, thanks," he swallowed hard, wiping his palms on his jeans as he waited for her to return.
How the hell was it that some girls could manage to look like fucking supermodels in flannel shirts? And baggy flannel shirts, at that. Dan was as mistified as ever at the idea of it all when Serah returned with the popcorn, a small smile breaking across his face at the feel of her hands on his shoulders. "My ass?" he chuckled, but for a moment all he could think about was how goddamn attractive her voice had sounded just then. Once he'd regained semi-coherent thought, Dan turned his head ever so slightly to kiss her cheek. "I think it's yours that needs watching out for."
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Post by safetypinalert12 on Sept 11, 2011 21:10:47 GMT -5
[/blockquote]"Yeah, right." She rolled her eyes, but smiled when he kissed her cheek. She gave his shoulders a squeeze, before wandering back to the kitchen to grab a second beer. "Wolves are my favorite animal." She commented from the kitchen, before slinking back into the livingroom. Serah took a seat next to him, and slid the beer into his hands, and looped her arms around her knees, watching him for a moment.
He still seemed to have hints at being nervous around her, which frustrated her slightly. Here she was, walking around in one of his shirts, and a pair of boxers, for Christ's sake, and he still seemed to be jumpy. "I like wolves, because," She reached out and crawled foward to tap the playstation to switch it on, before rocking back next to Dan, setting the second controller next to him, "They're really misunderstood. Usually in a pack, but they're really gentle. Like, they wouldn't go out of their way to attack a person, you know?" She mumbled, tucking her hair behind her ear, leaning back against the front of the couch from the floor, while she waited for the start-up screen. "What's your favorite animal?" She asked curiously.
Dan's awkwardness made her feel a little bit awkward herself. Like if she were to reach out and touch him, that he might just jump out of his skin. Part of her just wanted to grab him, and shake him, and yell at him to stop it. But at the same time, she was doing her best to be patient, and not absolutely go bonkers at the poor guy. "Can I get you anything else before I commense your ass-kickery?" She teased, nudging the side of his leg with her ankle. "Do you need to warm up?" Serah pointed at the main screen on the game, the corner of her lips turning upwards, "I mean. Cause, I am undefeated." She raised her arms up into the air. Okay, so she really wasn't undefeated, but scare-tactics were always the fun part of gaming. Especially when she could already make someone so nervous.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by DAN OWENS on Sept 12, 2011 17:54:12 GMT -5
"I figured..." Dan chuckled, eyes sweeping again around the not-quite-absurd amout of wolfish decorations. He took the beer with a smile and a thank you, draping his free arm lazily over the back of the couch as he took a sip. Somewhere from the corner of his eye, he could feel her watching him; he couldn't yet tell if it made his nerves better or worse. Probably both, somehow. Serah was quite good at that, he'd found.
Unable to help himself as ever, Dan found his eyes wandering to Serah's lower half as she stretched, and trailing back upwards to those four open buttons on once she settled back into her seat. He'd listened too, however, and found himself agreeing somewhat. At least, based on the knowledge he currently had on the things, he felt he could form something moderately resembling an opinion; and even if he couldn't, it was still interesting. Nodding, he contemplated the question before shrugging. "I donno...Never really thought about it before," he trailed off, although the look on his face made it clear he was determined to come up with an answer. "I always sort of liked otters as a kid," he chuckled a bit, thinking back to aquarium visits long passed. "So maybe them? Or lemurs. You ever see that movie about the dinosaur raised by lemurs? I used to love that thing," he shook his head, chuckling to himself. Why the hell he was admitting that, Dan had no idea; either this beer had something extra strong in it, or she was just really good at asking the right questions. But still, he'd hardly admitted to adoring that movie when it'd come out. Whatever it was she was doing to him, he couldn't deny he liked it.
"Warm up?" he scoffed in mock indignance, snatching up the controller up with all the grace of a one-legged pigeon, and instead fumbling with the thing as he tried to figure out how to turn it on. It had been years since he'd played on a Playstation, having owned an XBox for the entirety of his college career. "Champions don't need warm ups," he continued. Again unable to resist the quick glance towards her chest as Serah raised her arms up, Dan found himself dangerously close to dropping the controller straight on her head on accident. Once the butter fingers crisis had been quite averted, however, he cleared his throat, small smile on his lips. "Like I said. Let the kicking of your ass begin."
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