A Date With Hiei
You look over the food items in your pantry.
"No, no... Gross, why do I even have that?" You shake your head disapprovingly, before walking across your small kitchen to the bread counter. You take out a couple pieces of bread, popping them in the toaster and getting out some butter.
"Well, I can get dressed while I'm waiting," you muse to yourself. With that, you walk back to your bedroom to find something flattering, yet comfortable to wear.
Your shirt slips over your head just in time to hear a pounding on the door.
"He can wait," you mutter as you begin applying a little bit of makeup.
However, your assumption is incorrect, as the door slams open and a spiky haired sex-god appears in your room.
"Don't EVER keep me waiting, woman!" He commands. You glance around, and stare at him curiously as he begins sniffing.
"Were you attempting to cook, or did you burn something on purpose?" He asks, his voice dripping in sarcasm.
"No, no... Gross, why do I even have that?" You shake your head disapprovingly, before walking across your small kitchen to the bread counter. You take out a couple pieces of bread, popping them in the toaster and getting out some butter.
"Well, I can get dressed while I'm waiting," you muse to yourself. With that, you walk back to your bedroom to find something flattering, yet comfortable to wear.
Your shirt slips over your head just in time to hear a pounding on the door.
"He can wait," you mutter as you begin applying a little bit of makeup.
However, your assumption is incorrect, as the door slams open and a spiky haired sex-god appears in your room.
"Don't EVER keep me waiting, woman!" He commands. You glance around, and stare at him curiously as he begins sniffing.
"Were you attempting to cook, or did you burn something on purpose?" He asks, his voice dripping in sarcasm.