Kenzaki had enjoyed the sparring session with Feisu-san. She could keep up with him and he with her, and he hadn't had that good a workout since leaving Japan. Maybe hadn't had one that good ever, though his added toughness made it especially hard to find a sparring partner he could work with without pulling his punches.
He'd probably need to spend some time absorbing energy, but he could do that outside while keeping watch. His guard duty was over, but after all, he didn't sleep. What better thing to do than to keep an eye on things? After all, he hadn't claimed a bunk, not needing one. He borrowed the shower for cleaning and the bath for relaxing, and the bathroom in general for changing clothes. He kept his few clothes and belongings in there, but in a place where he could quickly retrieve them if needed.
Feisu-san strode right into his personal space, as he noticed she tended to do with anybody who caught her fancy or attention. His breath caught as her fingers trailed down his chest, and the smile that she gave him promised a workout in some ways not unlike what they'd just finished... though of a far more personal manner.
He'd often wondered, ever since his blood had turned green, if he was still capable of that basic human task. From what he was feeling it was like he'd never changed, never became Undead. Admittedly, he had little to no experience in that area, but he was familiar with the feeling. He briefly wondered if some of the high-level Undead had ever slept with humans, and was thankful that their emulation of human forms shouldn't make them capable of having kids with their human partners. At least he hoped so.
But Feisu-san's ministrations were distracting him, and he had a sudden urge to find out if that part of him, unlike so many of his basic biological fuctions, had changed. He smiled at Feisu-san, signalling his acceptance.
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[Kenzaki] Maybe still
Date: 2007-01-14 04:45 am (UTC)He'd probably need to spend some time absorbing energy, but he could do that outside while keeping watch. His guard duty was over, but after all, he didn't sleep. What better thing to do than to keep an eye on things? After all, he hadn't claimed a bunk, not needing one. He borrowed the shower for cleaning and the bath for relaxing, and the bathroom in general for changing clothes. He kept his few clothes and belongings in there, but in a place where he could quickly retrieve them if needed.
Feisu-san strode right into his personal space, as he noticed she tended to do with anybody who caught her fancy or attention. His breath caught as her fingers trailed down his chest, and the smile that she gave him promised a workout in some ways not unlike what they'd just finished... though of a far more personal manner.
He'd often wondered, ever since his blood had turned green, if he was still capable of that basic human task. From what he was feeling it was like he'd never changed, never became Undead. Admittedly, he had little to no experience in that area, but he was familiar with the feeling. He briefly wondered if some of the high-level Undead had ever slept with humans, and was thankful that their emulation of human forms shouldn't make them capable of having kids with their human partners. At least he hoped so.
But Feisu-san's ministrations were distracting him, and he had a sudden urge to find out if that part of him, unlike so many of his basic biological fuctions, had changed. He smiled at Feisu-san, signalling his acceptance.