Why Hello Neighbor - Katsumi and Asuka Wakahisa

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi is hesitantly fine with trusting Asuka with the keys to her passion-side-projects. It could even be seen as a means of testing her to see if she's really up to snuff and worthy of being closer than arm's reach. And Katsumi is a few steps up the stairwell by the time Asuka drops the word "moderately." Moderately safe.

She freezes and looks at Asuka, sincere concern behind those eyes. With a heavy swallow, she determinedly trudges the rest of the way up the stairs. Nothing she can do about it. It's in Asuka's hands. This is a pivotal moment in their burgeoning relationship!

The instruments are set in an opposite corner of the room to the clothing they'd placed before. Then she's dashing back out to meet Asuka near the top of the stairs and helpfully relieve her of the cases. "Trunk's still open," she says whilst offering to take the cases from her. "Just got a little more left in there. S'just some clothes and gear and stuff. You cool with that?"

The normal clothing that remains is a couple tops, some sportswear, and some other things that Asuka might be more familiar with - like black wrestling boots, elbow and kneepads, so on.

[Lark]

Asuma was joking, maybe about that. Regardless, she was taking arguably more care in handling Katsumi's things than the owner was by overbearing herself and having to hurry. Asuka was a slow and steady wins the race kind of girl. As a result she had gotten everything up the stairs without a hitch. She carefully traded the boxes off to Kasumi when met half way. How thoughtful!

"Alright boss you got it." She headed back down the stairs, taking them two at a time. She didn't pay too much attention what she was handling, stacking the remaining items outside of the car before closing up the trunk. Crouching down, she picks up the last bit of Katsumi's belongings to head back up to her apartment. She was moving slower now, less out of being careful and more out of being tired. She did just come from a long run after all. Huffing the rest of the way, she nudges her way into the apartment. "Where...?" Who needed full sentences?

[CyanDimitrik]

"Closet." Katsumi sure doesn't!

She's set the protective cases by the instruments, then made her way over to the window overlooking the parking lot. She has a clear view of her car down below. Good. And though she could hear the trunk closing, it's good for her peace of mind to be able to actually see it.

"Okay, so," begins Katsumi as she suddenly plops onto the futon with cellphone in hand, "what're you in the mood for? Pizza?" She twists around to peer towards Asuka. "I'm new to town and don't know what's around here! So you've gotta pick something really good!" Her demand is delivered with a playfully threatening cant of her head and squint, despite the persistent smile on her face. "Pressure's on~..."

This is not at all what she was expecting today. Making friends for her was generally an uphill battle for a number of reasons. But Asuka seems nice. She's a little dorky, but it's sweet. And despite their incredibly rocky start, she's been nothing but nice to her. Though she may not admit it, Asuka's doing wonders for Katsumi's nerves for this whole transition.

[Lark]

Asuka had to do a bit of searching, twisting to find the closet. She backed herself up to it, accidently bumping the frame likely. She gets the boxes inside, setting them down as gently as possible. With a small huff she backtracks her steps, going to the front door to close things up. "Whatever is convenient for you is fine, I'm not picky!"

On the way back, she left her shoes in the entryway before proceeding back in, and promptly lowered herself to the floor to flop over to rest for a moment. She really didn't have a good recommendation. She rarely ate out... Or ordered in. Those things cost money. She generally stuck to meals of the instant variety. "Uh... I don't really know? I know where a few places are, but haven't really tried them. I have a box full of menus from local places if you want to see some."

As she lay sprawled out along the floor, starting up at the ceiling only one thing was on her mind. "Katsumi... You should get some rugs. Your floor is very uncomfortable."

[CyanDimitrik]

"You're lettin' me down," chastises Katsumi with a smile that just won't go away.

She watches her for a moment more, then blinks in surprise when she realizes she forgot to remove her shoes. Her parents would've killed her. Sure, she had an excuse before, but not now! And while she's flagrantly disregarded the will of her parents throughout life, this is a matter both parental and societal - not so easily shaken. She gets up and as nonchalantly as possible strolls to the genkan and slips off her footwear. On her way back to the futon, she unzips and removes her hoodie, revealing a black tanktop that doesn't quite reach the hem of her skirt. The hoodie is tossed towards the sparse seating available in the apartment.

Speaking of the available seating, she pauses upon realizing Asuka is sprawled on the floor before her. Katsumi lifts a foot to lightly set over her stomach before raising her arms in victory. The arms then fold behind her neck, back arched inwards, eyes shut, and body pulled taut in a pose that marries the aforementioned victory with femininity, emphasizing her slender figure and the curvature of her breasts. It's not a pose she's used more than a few times in her years of wrestling, but it's one she enjoys when she gets the chance. The males in the audience tend to eat up the suggestive, dominant preening.

"It's not supposed to be comfortable," she posits, while holding the pose - unless Asuka has wriggled away. The eyes then open and her stance relaxes, bringing the phone before her face. "Anyway," she begins tapping at it. "What toppings do you like? And yeah, you have to pick something."

[Lark]

"I'll try to do better next time." She turns her head slightly to stick her tongue out at Katsumi. She lifted her head bunching up the hood of her hoodie under her head to act as a cushion before lowering back down. With a soft sigh she takes in the space of the apartment. It was nearly identical to hers, just reversed. Her eyes wandered the various belongs spread around the room.

As Katsumi sets a foot to her stomach she quirks a brow, glancing up at Katsumi's at an odd angle, specificly avoiding unintentionally upskirting the girl. She gave her a curious look before catching on. Her head lulls to the side as she stick her tongue, playing dead. "Oh I am slain." With a "blech" sound she goes still for awhile.

With a sidelong glance she finds the girl still indulging in the moment. Her arms creep along the floor, waiting for the right moment to strike. "Sausage and mushroom, if they have fresh mushrooms. No canned please."

The time was now, when Katsumi was occupied with the phone at least expected it! Suddenly her hands made a grab for Katsumi's foot trying to wiggle and yank off the girls sock to hold it captive. "The price for your hubris."

[CyanDimitrik]

Cellphones are the new Yellow Pages, and Katsumi is using it to its full extent. Local pizza places are arranged on a list, but none can be filtered by whether or not they can mushrooms. "Sausage it is...," mumbles Katsumi to herself. Tap, tap, scroll- "Gah!" The girl finds her foot newly-bared, her sock held hostage by her nefarious, and delightfully playful, new friend.

"Oh. Oh Hell no," says Katsumi. The cellphone is tossed over onto the nearest seat. She squints down at Asuka, playful warning of what's to come. And it's all the warning Asuka will get before she acts. With her foot no longer on Asuka's stomach, Katsumi outright pounces at her! The end result may well be her sprawled atop this person she only met today, her focus on reaching for the thefted sock.

[Lark]

Sensing repercussion was on the horizon she had already started to roll away. The apartment was limited in size and Asuka had no real way of knowing how Katsumi was going to react. Immediate aggression apparently. No sooner has she started to slip away before the girl was already coming down on her.

She was familiar with this game. Keep away has something often times something that happened between her and her brothers. While the larger of them would hold items high or throw them between one another, she had a tried and true method of stalling progress.

Asuka curled herself into the fetal position, locking down her body in a defensive curl as she clutched the other woman's sock. Regardless of how awkward the punk princess might be draped over her, it didn't seem to matter. Try as she might to pull or pry to reach for it her sock directly she would have no luck. Asuka was a human safe now, it would take more than brute force to crack her. This method had proved to be quite potent in her younger years, until one of her brothers figured out the key to that in her. She doubted Katsumi would have the same luck.

"The pizza!" She whines as a reminder of more important matters that would give her a chance to form a better front to hold her prisoner of war.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi pounces on the Asuka-ball with an growl, realizing that this isn't going to be as simple as restraining her prey and retrieving her poor erstwhile sock. No, Asuka has clearly had practice, and she's taken to turtle tactics! Perhaps unsurprisingly, Katsumi attempts to root her hands about Asuka's personage, careless of the impropriety when meeting someone new. Of course, she's at least a little mindful of where her hands are going; everything is kept above the belt.

"My sock!," she insists, trying not to openly laugh at this point. "You're gonna make me do this, aren't you!? You're gonna make me fight dirty!"

Having made no headway in her attempts to breach Fort Asuka, Katsumi huddles her torso against the girl's back. Her arms attempt to wrap around her waist, searching for some gap between her hoodie and whatever she's wearing beneath. And if she should manage to burrow her digits past that protective hoodie, they set to task skittering and scritching as ticklishly as possible.

[Lark]

"Remember that time when you were ordering pizza? Lets go back to thaaaaaat!" Asuka in her protective curl proved to be a tricky nut to crack by conventional means. She had been rolled, thrown, even set upon by far heavier foes. None could break through her defenses. At home, she had the added benefit of crying out for her parents, then it was only a matter of time before victory was achieved. Here the situation was a bit worse. She had no one coming to her rescue. She had banked on her secret being an unknown variable in this mix.

Katsumi already knew however, the combination needed to shatter her defenses. She could feel the girl worming her hands around her, under her protective layers to wiggle her dirty cheater fingers against her sides. "H-hey! Nonono! You can't d-do that!" She wiggled and squirmed, tried to vain to shake off the girl who mercilessly had her now at a disadvantage. Her flawless defense exposed as the shame it was, she unfurled herself, trying to scramble away in a crawl.

She tried to plant one of her feet back on Ktsumi, to give her a shove. Why was a sock so important? She had no idea. This was just fun messing around. "If you make one more move, I'll stretch out the hostage! I swear it!" She have rolled onto her back, holding the sock up in both hands, pulled tight between them. Was this an idle threat or was she truly this mad?!