Thief

      He starts, as usual, when she manifests herself without warning. Unfortunately for him, her sudden appearance was only the beginning of his misgivings — the offensive piece of lingerie seemingly dripping with malice from the fingertips of her pilfering, treacherous hands. 

     ” Absolutely not, that there is just the proof that I got laid last night. ” He lies between his teeth, flashing a twisted, uneasy smile, unable to conceal the succession of faded hues of red, pink and white that taint his visage. Curse the day he had accepted some freeloading, Japanese thief, gifted with the ability to cloak her movements at will, to live underneath his roof. ( It was not say that she wasn’t useful when she played in his favour, but he certainly disapproved of the cases when she did just the opposite. ) ” I thought we established a privacy rule, freeloader. “ 

     “Hey, I’m not judging.” It’s all she can do but keep the true extent of her amusement out of her voice, but she certainly can’t stop the smile. “I mean—we’ve all got our little secrets.” And this here are words that are most definitely accompanied with a waggle of her brows, though it doesn’t mean much with the hood almost constantly concealing the better half of her face. Unfortunately for Dean, Kasumi makes a habit to know every little secret within her vicinity. Especially the ones of her housemates.

    Holds up a lacy, silky pink thong she just so happens to have in two separate fingers with a mischievous smile twisted up her face.

    — silently walks into the Starboard Observation Deck, plops down beside Kasumi, and curls up, resting her head in the thief’s lap.

{ ☾ } — ;;       Carefully runs her fingers through Allison's hair and pretends she isn't just a little surprised that she's not the one doing this, this time.