smash_logs | What is love? Baby don't flirt me, don't flirt me no more

Who: Lash and You (OPEN LOG TIME!)
What: Lash tries to flirt like Blacky taught her, and horrible things happen.
Where: All over campus on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
When: Whenever you want, bby
Warnings: Horrible flirting.
Suggested Music: This song.

Well, she told herself she would do it. Now it was only a question of who would Lash come upon first. Deep breaths, calming voice, being in control. She could do that easily. The hardest part was how the other person would react, and keeping her short fuse in check.

It was a recipe for disaster, that was for certain.

((OOC - Much like an open office log, you tell me what date, time and where your character is. I will have Lash moving all around the school looking for victims and she has three days off from work, so anywhere from 6am to midnight is fine.

Yes, girls can come too.

Both log and action posts are allowed! Go with what you feel like doing, I will reply accordingly. Have fun, enjoy both of our characters making each other uncomfortable.))

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Well then. That was certainly unexpected. Sheik coughed awkwardly, trying to think of some kind of response that wasn't terribly rude. The Song of Healing shouldn't have done anything to her, not when she wasn't putting any magic behind it, and it certainly wouldn't have done anything like this.

She inched away. "Ah. Yes. They are. Very red."

Tee hee, it seemed she had struck a cord (figuratively speaking) with the man's nervousness. The more she inched away, the closer Lash tried to get.

"I don't see you very often in class." She turned her head a little to the left. "Do you skip classes a lot?"

Well this had certainly become very uncomfortable very quickly. If she inched away anymore, she'd fall in the fountain. That would just end badly for everyone.

"I take tactical stealth." She said, which was true. "Occasionally I attend the fight club. I have to admit my other classes don't really interest me." Of course, the reason why she rarely attended classes as Sheik was because she was too busy being Zelda. She had to choose how to spend her time carefully, even though Sheik's absence in most classes was slightly suspicious.

"Well, at least you picked two good choices," she told him. Lash wasn't the type to berate slackers anyway. "Although you might enjoy Smash Fundamentals! Meta-Knight's not too bad of a teacher. So is Tactics and Strategy. Hawke is fun despite the hundred-year-old-stare." Of course she might have been utterly biased on that one.

By now she had classed her hands together and just continued to look at him, looking as innocent as she could make herself, but inside was waiting to see his reaction.

Meta Knight. Magic words. Sheik couldn't really care less about the blue-haired TA but the more feminine side of this duality kind of got the warm fuzzies just thinking about him.

But the ninja half was currently being hit on by Lash, which was strange and weird and not entirely welcome. She could swoon over Meta Knight later. "Thank you. For the recommendation."

"You're welcome!" she replied, sneaking in even closer to her. Lash batted her eyes and didn't say anything more.

It was just more fun that way.

She coughed again, trying to inch away but finding herself dangerously close to falling into the fountain.

"Is there something I can do for you, Miss Lash?" She ventured.

It was time to lay it down as thick as she could. She somehow managed to inch even close to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Teach me how to be a proper lady, Shiek."

Sheik wasn't entirely sure why Lash seemed to think that she was an expert on being a proper lady. As a result, she was silent for a few moments, trying to debate how to go about answering.

"I'm not sure I'm the right person to ask that question."

Except of course, she was. Well, Zelda was, anyway.

"I thought that's what girls told to nice looking guys," she explained, continuing. "Something about being...deflowered?"

Finally, Ganondorf's books were becoming handy.

With that, Sheik almost fell in the fountain.

"...Miss Lash...that is not appropriate."

"Would you rather I say it somewhere else?" she purred, advancing. She never thought she'd take it this far, but it reminded her so much of her taunting before. No wonder Blacky had told her it would come in handy, the two were so much alike.

"I would rather you didn't say it at all."

This was not being a proper lady. Sheik vaguely wondered if Ganondorf had gotten to her.

"I can't say I'm interested in what you seem to be implying, Miss Lash."

"What would you be interested then?"

She inched a little bit closer. What little there remained, anyway.

"Personal space, to start."

"Well if you want me to build you an armoire, you just had to say so."

Well this was just. Infuriating on about a billion different levels. It was difficult to maneuver with Lash leaning into her and the fountain just begging to be fallen into, but this whole situation was getting ridiculous.

She stood. "I don't have much use for a dresser, Miss Lash, and I certainly have no interest in your skills, carpentry or otherwise."

Edited 2009-12-13 03:49 (UTC)

"Why, is that the only set of clothing you have?"

If Lash was trying to seduce her, she was doing a very poor job of it.

"I don't even think you realize how utterly ridiculous you're being."

"On the contrary, I know just how utterly buffoonish I'm presenting myself right now." She shrugged and smiled. "I'm just trying out new things." Lash raised one eyebrow. "Why, do you have any tips?"

Sheik dragged her palm across her face. "If you really want to try new things, you should at least attempt to do it without making a fool of yourself. You should be ashamed."

"I find your sense of fun rather lacking."

"I find your sense rather lacking."

Sheik collected her harp. "You're an embarrassment."

"Oooh, I'm sooo hurt! Not!" Lash gave her her best raspberry and a small wave. "At least I'm attending the required number of classes. Toodles!"

Well. That had certainly been...interesting.

She'd stick to the roof from now on.

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