A dumb blonde can purr. [Jasmine]

How long had it been, she wondered. It was likely somewhere around the time of the music night back at that maid cafe that Rin used to work at. Jasmine wasn't exactly sure... but she was positive that this was the first in what felt like a long, way too long a time since she heard the little Raven sing to anyone but her. While the opening ceremony definitely wasn't something the American student was interested in let alone wanted to participate in, the performance of her one and only had enough pull on her to force the girl out of her comfort zone and out into what seemed like the wild west. 

Jesus fucking Christ is there a few fucktons too many people around, the girl thought, an irate glance visible through the few strands of blond locks over her eyes. Her lips had made a very thin line, brow twitching as she tried to push through the utter herd of people from all over. Trying to not get swallowed into the current of people cascading down the aisle like the grand fucking rapids proved to be a herculean task even for somebody with the strength that she possessed... mostly because half of these people decided to bring their kids too and if there's one thing she didn't want to do that was to accidentally knock a kid over. She wouldn't hear the end of it from the little shit's parents, even more so her own conscience.

At some point the blonde lioness managed to pull herself out of the overcrowded rat race, stopping near the entrance of an alleyway to catch her breath and survey her surroundings. A gruff sigh left her lips as she rubbed her temples, tugging at her black slouchy knit beanie with some form of frustration. Her long blonde hair escaped the head wear and fell down the back and side of her head in waves, looking somewhat messy yet rather stylish at the same time. The upper part of her body sported short black leather jacket that she left unzipped to reveal a long and golden T-shirt with a black raven on her right hip, poking its head out of the cover of her jacket. It was actually kind of ironic how similar their minds functioned considering how different the two girls were. Hell, had you told Jasmine five or so months ago that they'd be where they're at now she would've called you delusional, maybe even a little retarded. Life was a mystery, truly.

She also wore tight black jeans ripped at her thighs and knees, supported on her waist by a belt with a silver buckle. The finishing piece of her outfit - something that she thought was the most important thing in terms of clothing items - were her shoes: brand new Jordan Why Not? zer0 twos with a golden-black colorway. Shit, she was saving these things for a special occasion. Rin better be fucking happy.

Using her height (and the added makeshift platform of an empty produce box lying around courtesy of the food stall next door), Jasmine quickly scanned the area of any familiar faces. She had tried to give a call to her little Raven but getting a hold of her proved to be a little problematic considering that so many faces and the subsequent phones they carried caused the general reception to die. Advanced technology my ass. Eventually, though, she had caught sight of exactly who she was looking for. With a sly grin on her face, Jasmine hopped off of the box and off she went into the fray, carefully snaking through the traffic of bodies as she zoned in on her pray. Slipping her aviators on to protect her eyes from the warmly shining sun up above, Jasmine's smile only grew as she felt a tingly sensation bubbling up in her chest the closer she approached her would-be victim.

"Peek-a-fuckin'-boo," she whispered the second she was behind the significantly shorter (high heels be damned) girl. Very quickly did Jasmine's arms wrap around the girl's waist as she pulled her into something of a bear hug, yet she was careful to not cause Rin to drop the sweet goodness she held in her hands. Jasmine's chest pushed against Rin's back as she leaned in for the kill, playfully sinking her teeth into the brunette's (or was it partial redhead now?) neck, later offering a few sweet kisses as an apology for her sneak attack.

It was times like these that Jasmine, despite the seemingly astronomical number of things that bothered her left and right, managed to feel somewhat like a normal girl again. Granted that again was to be used very carefully as the American hardly ever had what anyone would consider a normal way of life, but she had seen enough to have an image of what one would look like. Sure you could argue that she didn't know what it felt like, but if you did Jasmine herself would fire back that Rin had shown her enough. Despite how utterly messed up both of the girls were for one reason or another, the two of them somehow always managed to gravitate towards each other. Whenever things fell down the rabbit hole of utter fubar, they were immediately next to one another almost as though it was clockwork.

Today, though? Today would see no such bullshit happen. Today was their day and by God would they spend it fucking right.

The warmth exuding from Jasmine's smile was almost palpable as she peered over Rin's shoulder, "Miss me?" She asked, pecking the smaller girl's cheek as she did so. Hmm. Strawberry.

How the fuck does her cheek taste of strawberry?

Fucking black magic, that's how. 

Females and their goddamn witchcraft. 

Damn fucking straight.

"I mean if I'm a jerk then I guess you're attracted to jerks then, huh? Pretty sure that's more of a you-problem than a me-problem, Rinnie," Jasmine replied, a sly smirk on her face as she playfully bit the noirette's cheek. There was just something nice about Rin complaining about things the American student did. It was always this or that, something annoying or irritating, but at the same time playful and nice. Nothing ever too serious, nothing you could ever stay mad at for too long. A tease her or there when you least expect it here, a little innocent public embarrassment there... totally nothing one would hold a grudge over, right?

How the hell did this girl agree to date me?

Scoffing at the thought, Jasmine refocused on the little Raven at hand. A dumb grin formed on her face after Rin next spoke, the idea of being called 'love' seeming strangely enticing. Sure, Jasmine's had a few partners here and there but nothing ever too serious. Somewhere in her mind she didn't think she'd ever be called 'love.' Hell she never thought she'd be okay with being called that, let alone enjoy it. It was just something so... feminine. Something so unlike her. Yet during her time with Rin Jasmine kept noticing how she's started doing things she never thought she'd do, feeling things that she'd never felt before. It was strange, foreign... but not exactly unwelcome or unpleasant. On the contrary, really. The lioness very often couldn't get enough of it, almost as thought it had gradually become not unlike a drug.

"Oh, hey. Cotton candy! Haven't had that in years," Jasmine mused with borderline sparkly eyes. Normally she wasn't one to enjoy sweets but as she herself mentioned she hadn't had anything of the sort in quite the long time. The last time she could recall was during a festival in NYC where she, Mike and the rest of the gang would go around town visiting the many stalls on display. Then again admittedly more often than not they found themselves stealing from those stalls than buying things. Desperate times called for desperate measures and even their sorry lot wanted to feel like children on occasion. Without much thought, Jasmine dug into her candyfloss, albeit being a little careful... unlike her date who somehow managed to get a face full of the stuff. The sight made Jasmine giggle as she wiped it off of Rin's face with her finger, later licking it off with a low moan. "Tasty."

Hands locked, Jasmine simply walked along the main alley with Rin while dining on the sweets the little Raven had provided. Honestly lately she found that, unlike her older self, Jasmine had begun actively seeking out moments like this. Whereas before something like this would've been seen as a weakness, a waste of time, and, paradoxically, something she thought she'd never have, now the lioness had moments like this in the palm of her hand, available for her after nothing more than a phone call and a simple conversation. The ease of life that she had found herself in, despite all of the bullshit transpiring around the unlikely duet, was incredibly comforting.

"Not sure who your 'reliable source' is, but they're assholes who ruin surprises," the blonde girl replied through a short snicker. A date she did have in mind but honestly she couldn't figure out what the fuck would one do in these types of sports festivals. Oh. Here's an idea. "I don't actually have any idea where to go. Like... you know, back in the states we don't have 'sports festivals' like you guys do here in Japan so I was hoping you'd maybe show me around?"