Re: Fancy Omazinai House (maikochan/Blueslime)
"To jam? Yeah~" Anai hummed while quirking a brow at the peculiar vibe she was starting to get from Jade's smile, though sensing the real interest in the guitarist's appreciation for her musical ability washed through all that. "You mean you want to make music together. That would be great! I'd love it!"
She held the door open for the westerner, and it was in passing that Jade mentioned how she didn't have everything, including a girlfriend. Even Anai, in all her daydreaming about music, managed to catch on to the emphasis put on the "girl" in girlfriend. Suddenly, for the japanese student, the underlying meaning to everything Jade had been saying for the past minutes started to roll home.
It was stunning, for certain, but not shocking in the way that Anai might have anticipated, had she been previously queried on her potential responses to being hit on by a lesbian. Up until this point, Anai had not given much serious thought to her sexual preferences. To be honest, she didn't think about it all that much, beyond the concept of romance and being with that special person that must be waiting out there for you. Society had naturally encouraged the notion that she should be on the look out for attractive boys, and some of those had naturally hit on her in the course of her high school years, but Anai had been quite sparse in her approach to dating. She had dated one boy for a couple months in her previous school year. The entire courtship had been innocent enough, and hadn't gone beyond heavy petting and groping above the clothes. This wasn't because she wasn't attracted to the idea of going further, but it had more to do with her uncertainty that he was 'the right one' for her. And so she had resisted further advances, he had grown frustrated, and in the end they split up.
Anai had launched herself into music rather than pursue another relationship since then, and she was yet to have a significant sexual experience. So the realization that this American girl was being so forward with her - in typical American fashion no less - left her with a mixture of feelings. In no particular order, they were: befuddlement, embarrassment, curiosity, empowerment, and a tingly sensation that she would have to admit was the unexpected and highly intriguing occurrence of her being turned on.
She looked at Jade again with new eyes. She was gorgeous. That had not been a lie. Even without the stage makeup, for a westerner, she had a very classical sort of beauty. Long lashes, soulful eyes, well defined facial structure, symmetry, well-maintained hair, a slender neck, long legs and good curves around her hips. The only thing she really lacked was a bust, but that sort of thing wasn't that big a deal for Anai really.
"Oh. A girlfriend? Well, uh. I'm sure you could get one if you really tried." Anai toyed with a loose strand of her hair as she tried to speak while working around her own feelings in her mind. "I mean, it would be hard to refuse someone who could serenade them and look as nice as you do. A world traveling superstar like you... I'm sure you could have a lover in every country if you wanted."
Anai was now a little nervous and kicking herself. Was that last line stupid? It could probably be taken the wrong way. She hadn't meant to imply that Jade might be the sort of person to sleep around everywhere she went. But at the same time, with the way Jade was hitting on her, she just wasn't sure. Did Jade really want to jam with her? Or was she just interested in getting her alone, like in a bedroom of a hotel somewhere? Would that really be a bad thing though? She was so damn hot. And Anai wasn't finding herself repulsed by the idea of experimenting at all. But yet... Anai hadn't been the sort of girl to just jump into bed with someone - boy or girl. Ooh, it was so confusing. Maybe she just needed to find out right now what this was all about.
"N-not that you would! Oh. Just ignore that. It was stupid. Say... um, I don't suppose with all you were saying before... About making my autograph memorable? Was that um... how would you say.. um, code?"
She made air quotes with her fingers as she said the word 'code' to make her meaning a bit more clear.