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Can't Stop Falling
Who: Fujiko and Jyabura
When: Easter (April 12th) that night
Where: Lambo's Island
Warnings: NC-17
What: A hypothetically (maybe... if they're lucky... are they ever lucky?) uninterrupted date out on the town.
Fujiko took one last look in the mirror. Her hair had almost too much curl too much bounce but it was impossible to straighten without looking like she'd tried too hard and Jyabura certainly never seemed to have a problem with it before. She was wearing orange citrus as a perfume again and a low-cut blue dress she'd picked up recently after a spending splurge. The PPKs were strapped into her girdle holsters and the machine guns were locked away in a safe. If any threats attacked them tonight, Jyabura could handle anything her pistols could not.
She hummed softly to herself, throwing on a silver necklace. Normally jewelry, especialy something that could be used to choke her was avoided. It only called attention to certain things she tried not to call attention to (money and her chest) but tonight, that was sort of the point of it.
Sneaking up behind Jyabura she slipped an arm around his, "You ready?" she asked again, more for the sake of something to say than a continuation of the bout of nerves she'd had earlier.
When: Easter (April 12th) that night
Where: Lambo's Island
Warnings: NC-17
What: A hypothetically (maybe... if they're lucky... are they ever lucky?) uninterrupted date out on the town.
Fujiko took one last look in the mirror. Her hair had almost too much curl too much bounce but it was impossible to straighten without looking like she'd tried too hard and Jyabura certainly never seemed to have a problem with it before. She was wearing orange citrus as a perfume again and a low-cut blue dress she'd picked up recently after a spending splurge. The PPKs were strapped into her girdle holsters and the machine guns were locked away in a safe. If any threats attacked them tonight, Jyabura could handle anything her pistols could not.
She hummed softly to herself, throwing on a silver necklace. Normally jewelry, especialy something that could be used to choke her was avoided. It only called attention to certain things she tried not to call attention to (money and her chest) but tonight, that was sort of the point of it.
Sneaking up behind Jyabura she slipped an arm around his, "You ready?" she asked again, more for the sake of something to say than a continuation of the bout of nerves she'd had earlier.