Knockin' On Heavens Door

[killcarrion]

Considering that Blade had to scratch and claw for every inch of screentime all throughout the rookie years of her wrestling career, suffice to say she developed a bit of a soft spot for scrappy underdogs who struggling to find their place in the business. Hoping that place winds up being in the starlit spotlight one day and not mired back in catering, praying your name won't be on the next list of talent cuts. Blaise's history of being a traveling wrestler certainly hit home for Blade whose done her fair share of globe-trotting as a sort of a wrestling nomad. A rookie who received her own share of encouragement and sage advice from the veterans she idolized at the time, so she figured this could be her opportunity to pay it forward in a sense. Hefting Blaise out of the chair having them meet eye to eye in a literal and metaphorical sense once they came to an agreement about how one of them was still going down tonight. "Ah ha, there's the swagger of a prospective champion one day~...

...jyust not this day. Shame that your fanfic is going to wind up having a sad ending though since it's gonna end with you getting a suntan from the lights above the middle of the ring." Blade playfully rebutted when Blaise started celebrating his victory a little too early for her likening, a mischievous smile that brightened up as she took notice of his baby blue eyes and weird dorkish charisma about him. Blade studying his own handsome features now that they were in this close proximity, but gawking when Blaise assured Blade that calling her pretty was most definitely not a case of mistaken identity. "Jeez, I-I bet you say that to all the ladies. Hmm, tell you what..." Blade then swiveling around so her back was leveraged up against Blaise's chiseled torso, a cozy nook the Wrestle Angel comfortably settled herself up against. "Let's put that to the test, shall we? Now, without peeking down, try telling me what color my eyes are. Color of my hair, whatever you can remember about how I look."

[CyanDimitrik]

Of all the things Blaise would've expected Blade Uehara to do in this moment, it was not nestling up against his torso. Hands lift with the instinctive impulse to set on her waist, but he pauses - is that inappropriate? Is it what she wants? Wait, what did she ask? Oh crap, his brain has bluescreened again. It can't be helped. A girl he fanned over pretty hard is now touching him in what feels like flirty contact! But is he misreading her?

"What color-..? Oh! Oh!" Right, now that he's caught up with the test, he has every confidence in his memory. "Way too easy. The eyes are a light brown. Like.. toffee, I think. And your hair's black." His head cants a little, nose very lightly touching the back of her head. "But that one's easy. Don't gotta look down for that," he adds. "You have flawless light skin..."

The hands finally ease in, his palms first touching down to her ribs just above her hotpants. "Your nose is small'n a little pointy, your eyebrows are a little thick.. expressive, I think it's called?" After a beat, he includes, "S'not a bad thing. Probably sounded bad, but I like it. I think it's cute." The hands begin sliding inwards, fingertips and palms traveling over her stomach. "Long legs, a slender body, sexy stomach..," the list continues, drifting a bit further away from just listing her features and taking a decidedly flirtatious tone.

"There's no way I wouldn't be able to answer all this. Someone I've been into for years? No way. Hell, I've got one of your posters back home."