July 20/Dinner with a ....friend/PG-13/Closed

[miku]

"Hey!" she whined, clapping her hand over her stinging forehead where he had flicked her. "That hurts you know!"

Kurumi squeaked as Ethan took a hold of her limbs. She had never thought of her odd eating habits as a diet.... it was just... to be a dancer you needed to be skinny. "It's not really a diet," she blinked, tapping her free finger to her chin, "I have to skip meals to stay skinny for dancing!" she smiled, feeling this reason was sufficient.

Again Ethan struck her with a question that she thought had an obvious answer. "Is that a weird thing to do?" she said, blurting out the first thing that came to mind.

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[zackary]

“Well, you think I flicked you so you could laugh and smile?”

He rolled his eyes at her abruptly, and then shook his head in disagreement. “What kind of a diet – What do you have to lose on your body, your bones? You know I hate it when girls are trying to be stick skinny, and have no meat or curves on them. I’d like to hold onto a woman, and feel some sort of softness and a sense of GRABBING onto them; instead of me swinging their arms around for a hug and going right ~ through as if I’m holding onto a stick.” The Asian culture of how women should be, disappointed and disgusted Ethan to the core.

Ignoring her comment, Ethan shortened the distance between their bodies by pulling her closer towards him. “I’m bored Mimi. Entertain me, do whatever you want; just as long as you entertain me. Think you can handle it?” Honestly, he wanted to see what she would do, what Kurumi had in her little mind. To be honest, he wanted to see if she really wanted to do anything that they were talking about earlier.

“Mimi, got anything? What’re you thinking of doing?” He snickered while he played around with her hair delicately, entangling her soft locks in between his fingers. Then coming into a complete stop, a slow smirk grew onto his face as he looked into Kurumi's eyes.

"Let me help you out a little here."

“… So you’re telling me that you’re going to count how many times I do –“ Before he finished his sentence, he picked Kurumi by the underarms and placed her flat down on the couch; throwing himself on top of her and he smirked a crooked smile. “This?” Ethan than leaned in for a passionate kiss; holding her neck with one hand and restraining her arms with his other.