[ Would be hard to do some of her jobs if she couldn't. To prove her point she comes in to her landing without fanfare at all, blends right into things as though she weren't really there. Until she lands and wants to be seen that is. Which reveals her in her old black bathing suit 'uniform' without pants. He should be rather appreciative that she's brought it out of retirement. In place of the usual footwear that went with the uniform there's thigh-highs just for him, one black and one purple. Above them are bits of cloth wrapped up the rest of her leg in black, purple, and the occasional bright blue. There's no pattern to any of it, just random colors.
He did say to surprise him.
She puts a hand on her hip as she spots him with her mind. ]
[ Yamada has gotten the hang of replying to her mind, and his mental voice is warm and rich. ]
Being a gas out here in the wind would be exhausting, so I- [ The voice breaks down into a crackling of fireworks as he comes over the edge, to the roof proper. He’s wrapped in a brick-like texture, pulling a mimic octopus-style trick. But once his eyes fall on her, his thoughts vanish. He leans into the reaction. Hopping to the roof, he smacks himself in the head, squishing it into his chest. It SPROINGs out on a concertinalike extension, getting a close-up of her legs, up one, down the other. ] Awoogah!
[ She asked. She got. He scampers closer, clapping all limbs as he catches up with his head to return to a human shape. And all throughout, his mind just crackles with unbridled appreciation- not just for her lovely legs. But because she encourages his nonsense so wonderfully. ]
[ Casually she lifts her hand up to hide just how hard she's laughing. Of course it doesn't really hide much of anything, he can still hear her, but it's about the gesture. If anyone's going to understand something being about a gesture it's going to be him, particularly after that display. ]
Bravo, luv, your reaction didn't let me down. [ Might have even been more over the top than she might have predicted. It encourages her to put a little show on, striking a model-like pose in her outfit just for a second. ]
[ Yamada is overwhelmed with delight at her reaction, and even more when she calls him luv. His hair raises with static as electricity flows unbidden from his skin. He doesn't even notice- it's just his body replicating the tingles of adoration any man might feel.
He takes a more realistic shape as he stands, but his pupils visibly morph into the silhouette of hearts when she strikes the pose, then back again once the moment passes. If she tests it, she'll find it happens every time she poses. ]
I'm not known for failure to perform, babe.
[ He tests out a term of endearment of his own, before undertaking another transformation. This one is quite simple. He's been working on an outfit of his own, and the draft version emerges. His tracksuit tightens into a second skin, seamless as if he's wearing an oil slick. The white lines move around, forming a circle around his forearms and thighs, and adding a Y shape across his front- not quite an emblem, just for style. His sneakers merge into it, turning into white soled boots. For some flair, he a red scarf emerges from behind, swirling around his neck like a coiling snake until it flutters, artistically ragged on the ends- looking like long fingered claws, which is what they are. The ends defy gravity, being as much a part of him as his arms. Finally, he reaches into his shaggy mess of hair and draws down a pair of googles the same shade as his emerald eyes, shaped but with a single lens, similar to ski goggles. He figures it's a good mix of a mask and function. ]
[ Of course she's going to test it, just a few more times! Curiosity wins out time and time again for her and she just couldn't quite help herself. There's an ever growing smirk on her face with his statement, purple eyes glittering for a few seconds with mischief. ]
I'll keep that in mind.
[ Not once during his transformation does she take her eyes off of him, growing more and more curious about what the final look will be. Once he's finished she gives him a look over, walks a few feet closer and dramatically looks up and down. Finally she gives a nod of approval. ]
My personality is sexy and adventurous? Good to know.
[ He obviously feels pleased with her reaction, his confident grin at full mischievousness. He’s simultaneously willing to display she can wrap him around her little finger and also be a cocky challenge. There’s no contradiction in his eyes.
The tip of one scarf scrunches up and then blooms like a flower, a flower which fruits a pair of binoculars. He has to keep them on a string, since if they disconnect they will disappear, but he offers them to her and points towards a window. Within is a slender, Asian woman in her mid-20s with puffy, curly while hair in a cloudy white that hangs over her eyes. Four braids dangle, two framing her face, two behind, their tips clad in black decorations and a pair of Princess Leia style buns. The result is it looks remarkably like she has a sheep on her head, complete with curly horns. The woman is casually tossing cash in the air and letting it fall on her face. ]
That’s Good Night. Her partner is somewhere around here, but I haven't seen them yet.
Maybe it is. [ She won't confirm or deny it, it just seems more fun teasing like that. Letting the words come out softly from her voice and then accentuating them with a casual dusting off of her shoulders. Almost as though she's just saying 'but you'll never know' without saying it. ]
Hmm... [ She closes her eyes and when she reopens them there's a slightly white glow to them. It's the only sign that she's using her telepathy that she chooses to show at the moment, if only to keep things as sublet as she can so they're not noticed. ]
I can sense someone thinking about Good Night. They seem to be pacing...mm, not too far from here. Wonder if there's some hidden frustrations among partners.
[ Though she keeps scanning, trying to dig a little deeper into the minds nearby while being mindful to stay out of Yamada's. Whether she does that out of respect for him or just because she doesn't want to see too deep, well that's anyone's guess. ]
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[ Would be hard to do some of her jobs if she couldn't. To prove her point she comes in to her landing without fanfare at all, blends right into things as though she weren't really there. Until she lands and wants to be seen that is. Which reveals her in her old black bathing suit 'uniform' without pants. He should be rather appreciative that she's brought it out of retirement. In place of the usual footwear that went with the uniform there's thigh-highs just for him, one black and one purple. Above them are bits of cloth wrapped up the rest of her leg in black, purple, and the occasional bright blue. There's no pattern to any of it, just random colors.
He did say to surprise him.
She puts a hand on her hip as she spots him with her mind. ]
Not so hidden this time, hm?
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Being a gas out here in the wind would be exhausting, so I- [ The voice breaks down into a crackling of fireworks as he comes over the edge, to the roof proper. He’s wrapped in a brick-like texture, pulling a mimic octopus-style trick. But once his eyes fall on her, his thoughts vanish. He leans into the reaction. Hopping to the roof, he smacks himself in the head, squishing it into his chest. It SPROINGs out on a concertinalike extension, getting a close-up of her legs, up one, down the other. ] Awoogah!
[ She asked. She got. He scampers closer, clapping all limbs as he catches up with his head to return to a human shape. And all throughout, his mind just crackles with unbridled appreciation- not just for her lovely legs. But because she encourages his nonsense so wonderfully. ]
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Bravo, luv, your reaction didn't let me down. [ Might have even been more over the top than she might have predicted. It encourages her to put a little show on, striking a model-like pose in her outfit just for a second. ]
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He takes a more realistic shape as he stands, but his pupils visibly morph into the silhouette of hearts when she strikes the pose, then back again once the moment passes. If she tests it, she'll find it happens every time she poses. ]
I'm not known for failure to perform, babe.
[ He tests out a term of endearment of his own, before undertaking another transformation. This one is quite simple. He's been working on an outfit of his own, and the draft version emerges. His tracksuit tightens into a second skin, seamless as if he's wearing an oil slick. The white lines move around, forming a circle around his forearms and thighs, and adding a Y shape across his front- not quite an emblem, just for style. His sneakers merge into it, turning into white soled boots. For some flair, he a red scarf emerges from behind, swirling around his neck like a coiling snake until it flutters, artistically ragged on the ends- looking like long fingered claws, which is what they are. The ends defy gravity, being as much a part of him as his arms. Finally, he reaches into his shaggy mess of hair and draws down a pair of googles the same shade as his emerald eyes, shaped but with a single lens, similar to ski goggles. He figures it's a good mix of a mask and function. ]
Thought I'd dress for the occasion, too.
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I'll keep that in mind.
[ Not once during his transformation does she take her eyes off of him, growing more and more curious about what the final look will be. Once he's finished she gives him a look over, walks a few feet closer and dramatically looks up and down. Finally she gives a nod of approval. ]
Not bad. Does well to show off your personality.
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[ He obviously feels pleased with her reaction, his confident grin at full mischievousness. He’s simultaneously willing to display she can wrap him around her little finger and also be a cocky challenge. There’s no contradiction in his eyes.
The tip of one scarf scrunches up and then blooms like a flower, a flower which fruits a pair of binoculars. He has to keep them on a string, since if they disconnect they will disappear, but he offers them to her and points towards a window. Within is a slender, Asian woman in her mid-20s with puffy, curly while hair in a cloudy white that hangs over her eyes. Four braids dangle, two framing her face, two behind, their tips clad in black decorations and a pair of Princess Leia style buns. The result is it looks remarkably like she has a sheep on her head, complete with curly horns. The woman is casually tossing cash in the air and letting it fall on her face. ]
That’s Good Night. Her partner is somewhere around here, but I haven't seen them yet.
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Hmm... [ She closes her eyes and when she reopens them there's a slightly white glow to them. It's the only sign that she's using her telepathy that she chooses to show at the moment, if only to keep things as sublet as she can so they're not noticed. ]
I can sense someone thinking about Good Night. They seem to be pacing...mm, not too far from here. Wonder if there's some hidden frustrations among partners.
[ Though she keeps scanning, trying to dig a little deeper into the minds nearby while being mindful to stay out of Yamada's. Whether she does that out of respect for him or just because she doesn't want to see too deep, well that's anyone's guess. ]