Heirot

Soran eyed Mizuki in amusement, curious now, though oblivious to what she was thinking about. Being around her seemed to raise his spirits without his even realizing it. "Maybe I'll handle this Rai's way," he said darkly with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Mizuki looked at him oddly, not exactly comprhending him but that glint in his eyes slightly made her tense. She took one step backwards, watching him closely.

The rogue was more relieved than he'd admit to learn that nothing was going on between Mizuki and her friend, and it made him oddly playful. "Hmm? What do such people discuss this early in the morning?" he smirked, pouncing to tickle her, though his touch on her sides was so light that it barely served its purpose.

Mizuki fell backwards on her butt, Soran coming down with her. She laughed even though he wasn't really tickling her. Mizuki kept him at bay by holding his sides as he attacked her.

"I wont tell!" Mizuki giggled, trying to fight back without letting him go, which prove fruitless. Blade giggled at them as he played with his toys.

Soran caught his weight with his arm so he wouldn't squash Mizuki as they tumbled over, rolling sideways next to her and tickling her stomach with his other hand more persuasively now. "Oh you won't eh?" he teased.

Mizuki giggled more, still trying to keep him at bay. "I wont tell! It's too embrassing!" she managed to say.

Soran tried to cast her an accusatory glare. "Let me guess, he wanted to borrow a miniskirt to come into my room and seduce me," he pressed.

That made Mizuki almost loose her breath as she laughed. "Nonnono, but man would that be funny to see!" she laughed catching her breath. She clutched Soran's shoulders. "He--hehe-- he, told me-- hehe- to dress up like a --" She kept laughing, unable to finish her sentence.

The rogue was thoroughly baffled now as to what she was laughing at, so he just waited curiously for her to come out with it, still wearing the smile he'd caught from her.

Mizuki grew quite, and hide her face in his chest. She was embarassed to tell him that Red wanted her to dress up as a prostitute for him and dance. "Its...He wanted...I... Er.. well... I would..." she mummbled the rest of it "iwoulddressupasaprosituteanddanceforyou" It was praticaly uncomprehensible.

Soran blinked, not comprehending the rapid string of words that had been mumbled into his shirt by the girl cuddling into his chest. "Come again?" He peered down at her, trying not to think about the wamth of her form against him.

Mizuki sighed and faced the rouge with a red face. "He..." she started then whispered. "Me...prostitute...dance...you..." some of the words weren't heard

Soran narrowed his eyes in confusion; maybe this was something he didn't want to know after all. "I-..Interesting," he commented blankly. Why would he want her to do that? he pondered to himself. He noticed some of her hair sliding down into her face from being on her side, and instinctively reached out to smooth it back behind her ear.

Mizuki turned pink. She closed her eyes so she couldn't see Soran's face if he looked disgusted.

"I-..Interesting," his comment was blank. She still kept her eyes closed. She felt his fingers tips brush her cheek and she grasped his hand gently in hers. She held it there, her eyes still closed and her face still pink. Blade had fallen asleep on the floor so it was quite in the room.

"I'm...I'm sorry." she apologized quickly, in case if she offended him.

He watched her calmly, his hand against her cheek supported by her hand. Both were warm. She seemed more beautiful than ever, blushing with her eyes closed at his touch, and her face was just below his. He fought with a strong impulse that he knew he shouldn't follow.

"I'm...I'm sorry," she said quickly.

"You have nothing to apologize for," he criticized, though his voice had no bite. The feeling was stronger than ever. "Mizuki?" he said quietly, as if searching for something.