The Apartment of Pretty -- Tokyo, Japan -- Wednesday Morning

[dojima_hime]

One of the more entertaining side-effects of this, Dōjima had decided, was the ability to call into work pretending to be her father and inform the Chief that "Dōjima wouldn't be in today," and not get yelled at or threatened with firing. Not that he could fire her, but it was nice not to need to hear the tirade again.

Now she had an entire day to go over old case files she'd swiped from the office, a nice big cup of tea, and was totally ready to be Super Spy Girl, and start looking for inconsistencies in case data.

...after this game of Wii Baseball. Honest. Dōjima wanted to see if being a boy changed her score at all.


[Yeah, I can't help myself. Open for calls, texts, boyfriend, etc.]

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[withoutverona]

"Video games?" Romeo asked from the doorway where he held his own cup of tea. "How are you doing?"

The third time around, this had lost most of its novelty.

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"I hit harder!" she informed him gleefully, almost losing her grip on the controller as she bounced over to him. "My hands are totally the wrong size to hold this like I usually do, so I suck right now, but I think I'm hitting harder."

[withoutverona]

The bouncing was less interesting to Romeo than it usually was, though he had to admit Yurika remained a very pretty boy.

"You have more strength," he informed her. "Though I think I could still beat you, if I tried."

Aww yeah, smackdown time.

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"Oh no you didn't," she gasped, narrowing her eyes at him. "Is that a challenge, Montague?"

Yurika was a very pretty boy, which meant her sulk was still pretty, even on her new features.

[withoutverona]

Romeo smirked and threw an intentionally dorky white-boy gang sign before flopping onto the couch and reaching for the other controller. "Think you can bring it, Dojima?"

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"Bring it? I'm already here," she replied, sitting down beside him. "Pick your battle, boy. Sports, DDR, or maybe I kick your butt old-school in some meta for Mortal Kombat."

[withoutverona]

"Sports," Romeo decided. "I suspect you have my advantage at DDR, and I'm not in the mood for the other one. Tennis?"

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"Tennis!" she cheered, getting the game set-up. "You know, I'm not sure if I'm disturbed or amused that the Chief actually thought I was my father over the phone. I think I'll go with amused, since it's safer."

[withoutverona]

Romeo snorted as he took a few sample swings with his 'paddle'. "I would choose amused," he said. "What did you make him think, that daddy was calling in sick for you?"

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Yurika snorted and gave him a sideways glance. "Since when does my father need a reason?" she replied cheerfully. "It was simply, 'she will not be in,' and the Chief was fine with it."

Then the game was starting, and it was time for a rousing match of tennis. A few rousing matches of tennis, actually, complete with hurled insults and banter, at least until Yurika forgot that she was a wee-bit taller than normal, and overextended to the point she ended up tripping over her own legs and grabbed at Romeo to keep from falling. "ACK!"

[withoutverona]

"Ack!" Romeo agreed, crashing into her and landing tangled with her -- his? --- legs. "Forgive me. I knew not that this was a tackle sport."

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"Is now," Yurika laughed, untangling just enough to try and pin him so she could steal his controller. He couldn't win if she had both sticks. "Winner take all!"

[withoutverona]

He reached up to kiss her cheek lightly, enjoying the pressure of the boyish form against his more than he thought he would. "Do you think anyone has ever played strip Wii Tennis?"

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"Does it matter?" she answered, watching him from under her lashes. "We're going to play it anyway, aren't we?"

[withoutverona]

"It does not seem as though either of us has a different plan," Romeo said, watching her closely. "... it doesn't count as wanting a boy if it's you."

He still, occasionally, had to reassure himself of that.

[OOC: NIGHT.]

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"I promise, I am still very much a girl on the inside," she teased lightly, crossing her heart before kissing him on the nose. "Still your Yurika, not a Yuriko."

[withoutverona]

"You don't feel much like a girl from here," Romeo laughed. "Though I can't quite feel your insides."

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Yurika tilted her head at him and grinned. "Maybe you should check again," she offered. "I still think I think like a girl, I think I feel like a girl, so maybe we have to unwrap me to find out."

[withoutverona]

"... which is where the strip Wii tennis comes in," Romeo grinned back at her. His hand found its way to her cropped locks. "Have we mentioned of late how very brilliant we are?"

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"Noooooooo." This called for light little kisses, working her way from his ear along his jawline. She wasn't going to push too fast, but helping things along wasn't going to hurt. "Tell me more about this brilliance of yours, signore Montague. What are the rules of strip tennis?"

[withoutverona]

"They're quite simple," Romeo said as he squirmed, and explained them the way he would if his mun had more than the slightest idea of how tennis, Wii, or both worked. "... and, at the end of the set, the winner is the onew who has lost the most."

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"I think we can manage that," Yurika murmured, doing her best to make him squirm some more. Who needed tennis, when you were already on the floor and tangled together? Not that she'd object to the game, really, but she already had a Romeo right here.

"Care to place any bets on the game?"

[withoutverona]

"It depends," Romeo said seriously, as he kissed over her Adam's Apple. "May I wager it'll end with us both quite unclothed and finding out what wonderful Ganymedes we make?"

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The kisses were quite nice, and Yurika shifted against him as one hand moved to trace along the waistband of his pants. "Is that even a bet?" she asked before leaning in to claim a real kiss. "It's hardly a wager if it's what we both want."

[withoutverona]

Romeo shifted back against her, deepening it into the slightest grind. "It would be fun," he protested. "What would you, wager, then?"

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A wicked grin bloomed on her face, and Yurika hummed thoughtfully for a moment. "Oh, I don't know," she sighed, pretending to think about it. "Maybe 'It will be X amount of time before Yurika decides she doesn't want to play tennis anymore, and would rather demonstrate how very good she is with her mouth in any body,' and then I can try to beat your guess!"

Shameless. Completely shameless, but Yurika didn't think he'd mind.

[withoutverona]

Totally, unmanageably shameless. Romeo rolled sideways so he was on top of her.

"You always have a mouth, love," he reminded her, tracing a fingertip over said anatomy. "And while it is talented indeed, are you sure you wouldn't want to find something to do with your less-familiar bits?"

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"I didn't say that was the only thing I wanted to do," she purred, flicking out her tongue to kiss the finger he had on her lips.

[withoutverona]

He withdrew the finger and fiercely returned the kiss. "... we aren't going to play tennis, are we?"

It was almost unfair, how hot she was as a boy. It was a cheat to Romeo's heterosexuality.

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"We can play strip-tennis when you can properly appreciate how nicely I bounce," she decided.

Then she was kissing him back, her fingers already wandering to tug at the hem of his shirt. Tennis was a fantastic idea. For later.

[withoutverona]

Romeo cracked up. It was hard to laugh, kiss, and fumble a shirt off all at the same time, but he was doing his best to manage it.