07-23-2017, 01:33 AM
The young woman turned her eyes onto the small number of people this close to the gate. She looked longer than Takezo thought necessary, but when she shrugged, his shoulders fell. "No one's naked here, just a bunch of bikinis and a few poorly chosen speedos..."
The blast from the past furrowed his brows as he gestures to the woman herself. "You call this clothing? You are wearing less than underwear. A peasant prostitute wears more clothing."
She scoffed, covering her ample bust - mainly to defend the sakura flowered bikini she wore. "This so happens to be my favorite swim suit! It reminds me of my village back in Camelot!" She huffed at him. "You look like you're my age, but you act like an eight year old prude!" He had clearly insulted her. He gave her the What's your problem? look. "Look," she sighed, heartbroken her pick for DA is not quite as fantastic as she thought. "Just... look around... shop a little... go for a swim and WHATEVER YOU DO... don't call women prostitutes..."
Takezo was left abruptly by the insulted woman, who still covered herself. He was not quite aware of the talent he had for turning a conversation so far south so damn fast. Only after the woman rounded a corner did he realize that she never told him the name of this place.
Sigh. So this is happening. It was not necessarily bad, but extremely awkward. Now and then his eyes would be drawn to... things. Sometimes in awe, sometimes in disgust. One woman takes notice of his gaze and grinned with a cheeky wink before walking off with an excessive emphasis on the sway of her hips.
It might have been nice if that was it, but the man that was walking with her was not so quick to walk away. "Get you're fucking eyes off my girl's ass!" In an instant, the swordsman's gaze flicked up to the obviously inebriated man. Though he wore his sword upon his hip plain as day, the unarmed man goes in for a wide left hook. Takezo quickly grips the handle of his sword and draws.
The blade did not find flesh. Instead, drawing with his left hand the hilt slams into the man's gut, knocking the air out of him. The tip had not even left the sheath before the rest of the blade slid right back in. After the light click, Takezo places his hand upon the tall caucasian's head and nudges. His foot simultaneously slips behind the man's ankle and pulls. Down goes the lumbering giant.
Salt was tossed into the wounds as Takezo's bamboo sandal found the man's barrel chest. The woman who he had eyed up a moment before had stopped to watch the 'fight' ensue. The beach goer was still seeing stars. "Since we have become best of friends," the ronin's sour attempt at humor dripped venom for the drunkard, "would you mind pointing out where I can purchase clothes, healing and food?"
The blast from the past furrowed his brows as he gestures to the woman herself. "You call this clothing? You are wearing less than underwear. A peasant prostitute wears more clothing."
She scoffed, covering her ample bust - mainly to defend the sakura flowered bikini she wore. "This so happens to be my favorite swim suit! It reminds me of my village back in Camelot!" She huffed at him. "You look like you're my age, but you act like an eight year old prude!" He had clearly insulted her. He gave her the What's your problem? look. "Look," she sighed, heartbroken her pick for DA is not quite as fantastic as she thought. "Just... look around... shop a little... go for a swim and WHATEVER YOU DO... don't call women prostitutes..."
Takezo was left abruptly by the insulted woman, who still covered herself. He was not quite aware of the talent he had for turning a conversation so far south so damn fast. Only after the woman rounded a corner did he realize that she never told him the name of this place.
Sigh. So this is happening. It was not necessarily bad, but extremely awkward. Now and then his eyes would be drawn to... things. Sometimes in awe, sometimes in disgust. One woman takes notice of his gaze and grinned with a cheeky wink before walking off with an excessive emphasis on the sway of her hips.
It might have been nice if that was it, but the man that was walking with her was not so quick to walk away. "Get you're fucking eyes off my girl's ass!" In an instant, the swordsman's gaze flicked up to the obviously inebriated man. Though he wore his sword upon his hip plain as day, the unarmed man goes in for a wide left hook. Takezo quickly grips the handle of his sword and draws.
The blade did not find flesh. Instead, drawing with his left hand the hilt slams into the man's gut, knocking the air out of him. The tip had not even left the sheath before the rest of the blade slid right back in. After the light click, Takezo places his hand upon the tall caucasian's head and nudges. His foot simultaneously slips behind the man's ankle and pulls. Down goes the lumbering giant.
Salt was tossed into the wounds as Takezo's bamboo sandal found the man's barrel chest. The woman who he had eyed up a moment before had stopped to watch the 'fight' ensue. The beach goer was still seeing stars. "Since we have become best of friends," the ronin's sour attempt at humor dripped venom for the drunkard, "would you mind pointing out where I can purchase clothes, healing and food?"