xp_logs | 'Sarah gives in to everything' day...

Curled up on the couch, Sarah flips through the channels several times through before finally turning it off and dropping the remote on the floor. Apparently there's nothing on. She shifts a little, trying to work around the bone that's crusted over her lower back, right over her spine. She feels her shirt snag on it, so with a frustrated growl she starts to tug the shirt off. Stupid fucking mutation.

A few printed sheets of paper in hand, Shinobi comes trotting down the stairs towards the basement, free hand stuffed away into one of his pockets. For no reason other than being in the mood, he'd thrown on one of his suits upon waking up, though he left the tie and jacket up in his room so as not to be _too_ stuffy. He takes a moment to listen carefully upon reaching Sarah's door, likely trying to figure out if her roomate's in or not before lifting a hand to knock.

The room is surprisingly quiet, now that the television is off. When she hears the knock on the door she walks over to open it, shirt half off. "Just in time." She gives him a little grin, and pulls the door farther open as an invitation to come in.

Shinobi can't help but blink in surprise at the rather unexpected greeting, quirking an eyebrow at her and smiling lopsidedly. "Maybe not _just_ in time, but close enough to count," he agrees, stepping inside once the door's opened enough and peeking back at her curiously. "Should I be nice and offer you a hand before I commence my attempts at bribery?"

"If you want your bribery to count for _anything_, that would be my suggestion." She tugs once again at her shirt. "Otherwise I'm going to have to kick your ass for just standing there and staring at me with my shirt half-off."

"Well, watching never has been my thing,," With an innocent grin, Shinobi takes just long enough to set the papers down on the edge of the desk before crossing back over, peering down at the cloth where it's gotten caught up against bone. "Maybe I should add buying you some more clothes to my bribery attempts," he offers, reaching down to try and get things untangled. "Especially since this is tangled up so bad.. permission to rip it?"

"Go ahead. Wouldn't be the first time." She watches over her shoulder (well as much watching as she can do over her shoulder at least.) "That was going to be my next plan anyway."

Nodding once, Shinobi shifts his grip on the shirt and gives a sharp yank, allowing himself a satisfied expression at the resulting tearing of fabric. "I'll replace it for you next time we go out. Promise. All better?"

"Yes. My shirt is no longer stuck to my body," she says dryly, and then gives him a very wicked grin. "But I have discovered that you're very capable of ripping clothes off. So somehow the loss of a tanktop is worth it."

"Of course I am. I'm a manly man. It's one of the first things we learn." He mirrors the grin, wiggling his eyebrows and quickly leaning forward so that he can give Sarah a quick kiss on the cheek before taking a step back, to let her finish getting changed.

Changed? So she can ruin another tank top? Instead, she heads over to the desk, picking up Shinobi's papers and rummaging through them. "I must have missed the point when you changed from wuss boy into manly man. So, what was this about bribery?"

The first three pages are an assortments of pictures, various eyebrow and tongue rings that he liked - but hey, second opinions are never a bad thing. The bottom page, however, should explain the need for bribery. It's a digitalcity.com search result for a restaurant, with a scrawled note that Angelo had reccomended it - and judging by the storefront and example prices listed, they definitely have table clothes. "Dinner," Shinobi replies simply, grinning to himself and peering after her, trying not to obviously take in the view.

"I like this one," she pointed at one of the tounge rings idly, "But I wouldn't say no to one of these either." She pointed at two more pictures, this time of eyebrow rings. She flipped the pages, ending up on the last one with a sort of amused expression. "You've been reading ahead again."

"I'm an over-achiever." Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Shinobi leans over to eye the rings that had been pointed out with an approving grin. "C'mon, you know getting a bit of metal in me is worth a night on the town. Admit it."

"Do I look like the sort of person who goes to places like this?" She scratches around a bone horn on her forehead, and gestures to her back. "You just can't take the monster in the basement out for a night on the town."

"Why not?" Shinobi looks up, keeping his grin and arching an eyebrow at her expectantly. "Worst case scenario, we borrow an image inducer and make sure you wear red, just in case. You deserve pampering just as much as anybody does."

The mention of pampering nearly makes her laugh. Only Shinobi would suggest that she needed 'pampering'. "Yeah, because I've obviously got lots of red clothes suitable for this place laying around." She looks up at him, a look of disbelief just barely visible. "I can't believe I'm actually considering this."

"So we'll go buy you some when we go get metal driven into my eyebrow." Shinobi smiles innocently, trying not to look too smug to hear that she's considering the idea. "One dinner there in exchange for a night at any club of your choice. That's fair. The piercings are an added bonus."

Sarah sighs, running a hand through her hair. "You're on." She sounds more amused than anything, really.

Okay, _now_ Shinobi looks a little smug. "It won't be so bad. We'll just mock the other people in the restaurant while we wait for our food to make up for the fanciness."

"I don't know... the last time you told me that you were going to help me mock, you hid in a corner all night." She grins, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Which means I owe you," Shinobi counters, inclining his head with a lopsided grin. "You can teach me to mock properly. It'll be a party."

She laughs, shaking her head. Then she eyes him. "This had better be worth it."

Shinobi tries his very best to look innocent, tilting his head slightly to one side. "If it isn't, you can punish me thoroughly?"

"I may do that anyway," she says, pulling him closer. "Just for fun," she adds.

Shinobi pouts as he lets himself be drawn closer, an amused glimmer in his eye. "I suppose I could live with that.. just don't mangle me too badly. Mustn't have the children asking questions."

"Go ahead and take all the fun out of things." She says with a mock-sigh. "Besides, I thought you were supposed to be tough?" She pokes a finger at his chest, and keeps it there.

"Valid point," Shinobi muses quietly, not minding the finger against his chest at all. He regards her thoughfully, rolling up his sleeves a bit so that he can loop his arms around her waist without worrying about getting the sleeves caughty on anything.. the bone's already claimed one shirt tonight. "Well.. below the neck, then. I can hide that under clothing just fine."

It's odd, she can feel his arms around her waist, and maybe a finger dipping below the bone, but she can't feel his hands on her back because of the bone. She knows they're there but can't feel it. It's disappointing really. "Hmm.. that sounded like a challenge." But instead of going below the neck, she decides that his mouth is as good a place to start as any.

"Me? Challenge? Heaven forbid." He has just enough time to flash a grin before his mouth is otherwise occupied, though he's certainly not one to complain about it, especially after a successful bribery attempt. A thought does occur to him, though, and Shinobi tries his luck at speaking without leaning back, words understandably muffled as a result. "Door.. lock?"

Sarah stops and pulls back a little, an amused grin on her face. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea, Unless you _like_ audiences..."

"Don't know yet," Shinobi admits, tilting his head a moment before shrugging a shoulder. "I know I don't like to share, though.. and I know you wouldn't want to tarnish your reputation." He grins sweetly.

With a laugh, Sarah gives him a little push towards the door. "If they haven't figured it out by now, they're clueless. And besides, I'd hate to see what color you'd blush if Jono came in while we were making out."

"Snogging," Shinobi corrects, grinning as he's pushed and obediently turning to go make sure the door is locked. "But yeah, that might be just a teensy bit much. Very much a straight guy, meself. That'd just be awkward."

"Snogging?" She laughs again, putting her hands on her hips and leaning back against the desk. "Well, it isn't like he hasn't seen both of us naked anyway..."

"And it was awkward," Shinobi nods, clicking the lock into place and looking over his shoulder with an amused grin. "And I'm english, luv. It isn't 'making out', it's 'snogging'. Speak english." He wiggles his eyebrows playfully, clearly joking.

"Well, since today seems to be 'Sarah gives in to everything' day, 'snogging' it is." She shrugs, and then looks up at him and smiles. "Better?"

Shinobi nods sagely, grinning lopsidedly and wandering his way back towards her. "Better. And you're hardly giving in to other things, you know. You're being well-bribed for those."

"Yes, but I'm not being bribed for the whole 'snogging' thing, and frankly, I'm beginning to wonder if it's worth it," She says, her face giving away her mock-seriousness.

"I'm letting you punish me just for fun," Shinobi reminds her, leaning down to give her a kiss on the forehead. "Surely that counts for something."

She starts to warn him to be careful around her horns, before remembering she didn't need to. Instead she smiles. "Yeah, I suppose so." And then, she's apparently bored of the conversation, because she decides that snogging (something she's going to have to get used to...) is far more interesting.