Shopping Day

If there was one thing Amaya had learned from her most recent ordeal, it was not to touch soda pop. She'd woken up feeling as though the inside of her head was being torn apart by rabid wolverines, and then Yuki had decided to blast some hard rock/heavy metal over his audio system as loud as he could. The type of music that was loud for the sake of being loud. Amaya was pretty damned certain from that, although he acted like he didn't know, that Yuki had somehow orchestrated things to be worse for her that morning than they should have been.

It took most of the day to become functional again, largely due to Yuki, once he agreed to help her out after four and a half hours of making as much noise as he could. She then passed the rest of the day reading a certain brown leather book she'd found and resting, but she realized Yuki was being suspiciously quiet just before she went to bed. New worries on her mind, she had a very uneasy sleep.

The very next morning, a Saturday, she woke up to find Yuki had already gone down to the shop, leaving a note telling her he had an important announcement for her. Dressing herself in a black turtleneck, a pair of purple pants, lacing up her boots with her fingerless gloves and carefully applying her facial makeup over her scar- black today, as usual- she grabbed her fluffy black coat and her earmuffs (she actually remembered them this time) and made her way down to the Seven Points Internet Cafe portion of the Apartments. Inside, it was mildly busy; the store was still new, so it was maybe half-full. A group of five were playing a team-based strategy game over in the corner, there was another group of four playing a music-making game on the center screen in the back while the two next to them played a first-person shooter online in a major group game. There were probably close to fifteen other people spread throughout, but just walking in, Amaya didn't pay as much attention to them. Yuki was behind the counter reading a manga omnibus about a guy who goes to live at a women's dorm in Japan while studying to gain entrance into a local college. There was another person at the counter as well, one who was there to help with customers, prepare food or beverages, like coffee or pizza, that was ordered, help with computer or game issues if asked, et cetera.

Amaya walked behind the counter and as way of greeting gave Yuki the finger. Yuki smiled and bookmarked his spot before taking the time to look at her and raise a hand in greeting. "Now, now, don't be like that, little May. I've recently been contacted by an old friend of ours who is planning to come to the island. Perchance do you remember the priestess?" Amaya made a face like somebody'd just fed her turpentine. Yuki's smile didn't falter. "Now, now, be nice. She's coming to live here, after all. Also, do you really wish for your new boy toy to see you making such an unfavorable grimace?" Yuki gestured to the salesfloor, where Malek was.

Amaya turned to face Malek right as he stopped himself from saying the wrong name. Amaya turned back to Yuki with a nasty glare. He knows, doesn't he? There's gonna be hell for that later, you son of a ——. Yuki's response was to smirk and return Malek's greeting. "Ah, good morning, Lord Scales. You have impeccable timing. Perhaps your ears were burning?"

Amaya, of course, hit Yuki with her elbow. Yuki make a "shoo" gesture with his hand. "Now, now, Miss May, the boys are talking. Have a little patience, and I'm certain you will most certainly not be disappointed." Amaya, scowling, crossed her arms and went to stand a few feet away in a sulk. Yuki turned back to Malek and tilted his head. "Now, now. As for the boyfriend, shall we discuss certain things? I have a houseguest coming in a few days, perhaps a more permanent one, traveling here by my personal invitation. As such, I need a few things gathered today, and I suspect I cannot fully trust Amaya to the errands at hand by her own actions of two days prior. Your hand, of course, was greatly involved in those events, though I still consider it not my place to ask what transpired. Though I had other ideas, might I ask you to accompany Miss May and keep her from mischief, as she is so inclined to commit?" Yuki held his bare hand out as an offer to shake hands. "Gentleman's honor- I shall see it fit to give you some special training you cannot find elsewhere should you brave such an ordeal on my behalf."

Amaya, glaring at people around the internet cafe, saw out of the corner of her eye Yuki turn and offer Malek a bare-handed handshake. Thinking she might know what he was up to, she just about got up to warn Malek, but suddenly thought better of it- if Yuki really was doing something to Malek, oh, yes yes yes, Amaya would most definitely have some fun today. Mentally, she started running scenarios through her head on different ways to mess with him, depending on what Yuki was possibly planning.

(OOC: the effect won't take place right away, but it might be better to do Inability to Feel for the lol's. Blindness would be a close second for humor, only because Amaya has speech difficulties, otherwise it'd be first. Yuki needs at least five seconds of bare skin-to-skin contact to do his thing, though.)

Yuki smirked as his own fifth sense kicked back in, knowing that his little trick had worked. He let go of Malek's hand, then turned to Amaya with a raised eyebrow. "Now, of course, is where the fun begins. Miss May, he is all yours, may you have a great deal of fun with your new boy toy, hmmm?" He took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Amaya, who was walking over to him cautiously with two fingers pointed at her own eyes, then turned around to point at Yuki. She took the envelope, putting it in her pocket, then reached out to take Malek's hand and lead him away.

As she reached the door, Yuki, still watching them, called out, "Oh, and Amaya? Come back before that list is complete and you're grounded. Now, don't do anything I wouldn't, understand? Have fun on your little date." He laughed to himself and then went back to his book as Amaya, her face bright red, went outside and started down the sidewalk toward the local pharmacy. I give it a few more steps before I find out what Yuki did.

Amaya stopped and watched with a growing smirk when she saw Malek shaking. As soon as he was done, Amaya, a wide, toothy grin on her face, pulled out her notepad and quickly wrote down, Wyrm's training = no sense "touch" Walking, eating, fighting, holding = fail Amays grinned, then looked up with a mischievous look, then continued writing, Malek + Wyrm power = "boy toy" (Wyrm joke) Time 2 practice?

Amaya put the notebook back in her pocket, then walked with the intent of grabbing Malek, kissing him as hard as she could to confuse him since he wouldn't be able to feel it, then shoving him down to the ground so that he lay flat before sitting on him and holding the notebook out so he could read what she wrote. Yuki is an asshole, but if he's gonna make things like that, I'm gonna have fun reaping the rewards. How can I tease Malek today? Let me count the ways....

(OOC; Short post, but I imagine anybody who suddenly lost the sensation of feel would need time to practice walking and/or being able to get up or they won't get too far.)

When Amaya grabbed him, she pressed her lips as close to hers as she could, and for good measure, stuck her tongue in his mouth again. He won't feel it, but he can still taste it. Wonder what my tongue tastes like? She did her little shudder-giggle, then pulled back and pushed him down into a snowbank before she leaned forward and sat on him, lining her eyes up with his as she just stared into them for a few minutes. Hmmm... I wonder if he's figured it out yet? I think I'll give him a big hint.

Amaya stood up, then put her hands on his legs and then slowly moved them up along his body, pausing in a certain spot as she then kept going to about the middle of his chest, where she decided to sit on him again. The entire time she did her best to keep eye contact. She shudder-giggled again, of course. Are you lamenting that you can't feel right now, Malek? You might just be missing the best moment of your life. I think I'm starting to get why Yuki says this is "fun for adult things" but I don't think I'll let it get that far. I know how to move without the sensation of feel, after all. Yuki's trained me well. I am now entirely in control. Her mouth opened in delight as she pulled out her notebook and held it up so Malek could read what she'd written earlier.