"Well..." Mariko says thoughtfully,tapping her finger on her chin, " they do make some very nice clothes and non smacking each other things...." She muses,trailing off. She gives vara a little wink. If Mariko was ever going to voyage into the realm of even a light smack on the butt, it would be with vara. Vara the groupie really tickled Mariko. Vara acting like that was as absurd as Mariko the dominatrix. "My biggest fan?" Mariko says In over the top, you like me,you really like me way. She puts her hand to her chest in surprise as well.a Mariko then pretends to pull a cap off of a pen (her pointer finger) and before signing vara's breasts. Mariko goes full John Hancock and uses huge letters. " there you are..say...you ever seen the inside of a tour bus?" She says as sleazy as possible. She laughs and squeezes vara tight. Vara was always going to be one of Mariko's favorite people. She nods in agreement on the floor sex thing. " thank God you said something. My knees are killing me and i was almost dreading the next time. Also, I think i got a dust bunny in places one shouldn't have dust bunnies." She tells vara,much relieved. While the spontaneity was thrilling. The Duke had beds,chairs,sofas, etc. All were more suitable than the floor." Oh the scrappiest. But i dunno. I hear Cassie is rather fearsome." Mariko giggles at vara. While Mariko was under the impression vara could fight, she just couldn't picture it happening.

The bedroom they came to wasn't one of the duke's best.it was small,cramped,and actually had a pipe than ran floor to ceiling. The walls were an unimaginative off white. Other than a bed and nightstand,the room was bare. A door lead to the bathroom and the closet was more of an alcove. But the single bed was there and ready for them. " itll be a tight squeeze, but i think we can manage." She says with a little grin to vara. " tomorrow ,we upgrade to the presidential suite."

"They do stuff for outside the,ummmm..dungeon too. Very cute stuff. But it just isn't as popular as the dirty stuff." Mariko says with a tiny bit of apprehension in her voice. She wasn't one to judge anyone, but she did wonder what kind of people needed to use such items just to have sex with each other. But on the other hand,Cassie and Karoliena were probably the most well adjusted people she knew. "I guess we'll just have to get them dirtier." Mariko giggles,poking one of vara's nipples playfully. After the hormones and lust subsided,being naked was just silly.She was thoroughly relaxed around vara,so she loved every minute of it. Mariko stoops over and pretends to walk with a cane when vara says they are too old. "Huh? Speak up,dearie. These old ears aren't what they used to be. Why back in 30's i had so many gentleman callers. " she giggles in a warbling elderly voice. Mariko was lucky in that she was destined to be a cute little old lady. A little old lady who had a crazy past. In the room Mariko wolf whistles as vara spins around the pole. She was indeed very good at it. She assumed vara had taken pole dancing classes as a fitness thing. She couldn't see vara being a stripper. She certainly had the sensuality, but not the need to be a stripper...unless post music career had been tougher for vara than Mariko previously thought." Id throw money to you,but no pockets." She pats where pockets would be on her body. " that would be so romantic.." Mariko sighs before grinning devilishly." But i think we both know we'd pull a billy Zane and grab some grubby 3rd class passenger kid and get in a life boat." While Mariko had turned over a new leaf in life,she knew she had a strong drive toward self preservation.

Mariko was probably very biased,but she found vara adorable. If more in personality than appearance. In. Appearance wise, she looked like a Filipina heather. Mariko giggles to herself and starts humming candy store as the though crosses her mind. "Oh,for sure. Cute,with more than a hint of menacing. But still cute." Mariko agrees. This is what Mariko tries for.but even at her angriest,one just wants to pat her head. Mariko pokes her own chest out at vara, but being shorter, it's not nearly as sexy as the gesture could be. " we could go deep into the ship and find a really dirty floor.." Mariko suggests in her porno voice. Of course,neither would actually do such a thing. Mariko wouldn't even go for round 2 before a shower. There was no way she was going to search for a grubby floor. " the UTI risk just wouldn't be worth it. But I'm sure we could find some honey or Jello." She adds with a devilish laugh. Vara certainly brought th3 lustful side of Mariko out. " awww,you
Are so sweet,vara!" Mariko squeals and kisses her on the chin. " i also promise not to drop a king's ransom of a diamond off a boat and into the water. We'll live like queens off of it. Or,I'll just draw lots of nudes with you wearing it." Mariko exclaims. Live on a cruise ship long enough and titanic becomes a regular viewing. There also may or may not be old cars in the cargo hold to have sex in." Yes! Those kids are young and don't know what life has to offer. We do. So long,Skippy." She grins and pretends she's throwing a small child off the boat. She wasn't heroic and didn't care all that much for kids she didn't know. Mariko smiles and watches vara stretch across the bed. The woman looked utterly relaxed and in the moment,as vara usually seemed to be. Mariko sits on the bed softly before swinging her legs on as well. She turns and faces vara,looking at her eyes in the early morning. " It's like big brother all over again." She laughs,looking at the tiny bed.

" you may have that a teensy bit reversed." Mariko giggles about vara's menacing versus cute ratio. The woman was adorable, but most knew where vara's appeal lay. Mariko poorly stifles a laugh when erections are mentioned. In some regards,Mariko is still about 12 years old in her humor. " if I'm around, I'll just cheer you on from the sidelines." Mariko then starts a very badly timed hop with claps. " go! Go! Vara,go! Get that weenie hard And make it blow!" She cheers , complete with imaginary pom pom shakes. After the time with billy's brother,Mariko is quite sure that stuff isn't for her. But she's the kind of friend who would support vara in these endeavors. Their plan to live off drawings has a certain flaw. So mariko hugs vara close and whispers in her ear," i really can't draw. Like,at all." She gives vara's ear a little kiss to distract from the catastrophic flaw.
Mariko sighed contentedly when vara now plays with her hair. It was indeed one of the most relaxing things she had felt in a long time. She missed this feeling far more than she wanted to admit. Briefly,Nina came to Mariko's mind. Vara or no vara, that relationship wasn't going to work. But she did wonder if Nina really had been killed by tyron.
" maybe we'll win this time." Mariko says with a grin and holds her hand to vara's face.

mariko giggles and places her hand on her chest. "you'd use someone as a prop just to impress little old me?" she says in her impressed southern belle voice. she smiles warmly at vara and feels nostalgia. this felt so right,but she avoided what she was really thinking by making a joke. "as long as you dont try as hard as the first time we were together. i thought i had gotten in waaaay over my head." she laughs and fans herself. their initial time with trent was rather intense for mariko at the time. she had certainly never been in that situation before. ah, lost innocence. "no!" mariko cackles at the idea of drawing stick figure vara. "it'll look like a pervy kid drew it! if i cant put a triangle dress on sticky you,i only have one other way of making a stick person look female. and i have to be honest,i'm putting nipples on them." she giggles,snuggling into vara. mariko adored being with vara. it was like the friendship she had wanted for so long when she was younger finally manifested. as corny as it made her feel, vara probably was her soul mate. she was fairly certain she knew what vara was referring to when she said she had won,and it wasnt the cynical thought of her leaving nina. but,like earlier mariko went to her defense of making a joke. "yeah. i have become a veritable demon in the sack,huh?" she laughs before playing with vara's hair again. she'd love to have jet black hair,but doubted she could reall pull it off.




ooc:ive actually been writing a phone conversation between erica and mariko. surprisingly,her concern isnt what you'd think. if i ever finish it,it'll go up.

"you'll be all tits and lips. if i could,i'd draw a little cart you could carry both in. if i could animate? it'd have jiggle physics that ripple like water. like,call an exorcist." mariko giggles,surprisingly getting into this picture that would in reality be rather crudely done. but so what? cave paintings are poorly done and they're world treasures. mariko responds to vara by pushing her own chest against her. "dont start something i'll have to finish. righty and lefty take no shit." she warns as if parts of their bodies could instantly spring off and start fighting each other. mariko crosses her ankles and lays as flat as she can on the small bed. there was room,but the pair were squished fairly close. which was totally fine with mariko. when vara's head contacted her,mariko's hand instantly found her hair. that is where it should live as far a mariko was concerned. mariko thought long on vara's words. evolve..yeah. she certainly did. "i dont know if that is good or bad,vara. i'm not that leaf being blown this way or that anymore. you are no longer the same either. dont throw me out of the bed,but you seem..softer?" mariko says,struggling to find the words she really wants to say.

an earlier variant of mariko would be love to be drawn as nothing but tits and lips. but she was comfortable with her own attractiveness being something else. it had to be her butt. if she didnt have a lot of the other two,it was only fair she had a great butt that could stop traffic. hair and eyes were mariko's favorite body parts of vara,but the lips came a close third. they were the sort that made one want to kiss them all the time or were distracting as vara spoke. it was indeed strange that it felt like vara had never left,that mariko hadnt takena bevy of lovers in attempt to fill the gap left by vara. none quite made her feel the way vara did. it was nice that vara liked the person that mariko had become. for better or worse,without vara around to emulate,mariko had grown into her own distinct person. songs about vara aside,mariko did owe a lot of her being to vara."older?!" mariko laughs at the idea of vara being older. to her,the idea of getting older was some distant thing. one went from being vivacious to being decrepit overnight. there was no slow decline. " like it." she admits to vara in a moment of bare honesty. "it makes you even more irresistible. it makes me want to give myself to you all over again." mariko sighs and loops vara's hair around her finger. it was stupid to say. the old days were never coming back.

at this point in time,mariko wanted nothing more than to throw everything down and welcome vara back into her life. it would be like nothing ever happened and they could be happy again. but,mariko knew herself well enough to know that couldnt be so. her thirst for revenge would surely be there. buried beneath the surface,but it would be there. it could be as drastic as eventually being nasty towards vara,or as passive aggressive as accidentally purchasing things she knew vara hated to eat. there was a conversation to be had and it was far easier to just ignore it.....or just forgive it? nobody made mariko feel the way she did like vara. be it about herself or life in general. mariko doubted anyone could ever take the place of vara. it may have been wrong,but it felt right. mariko gave vara a kiss that was a lot more than friendly and held vara's hands around her. she adored being in vara's arms. even if they could never be lovers,mariko never wanted to give this up." ok. but next time,i get to be the big spoon." she laughs which eventually becomes a yawn. mariko reaches down and pulls a very tacky nautical themed comforter over them. it was summer and all but the duke always seemed to carry a chill aboard it. unless you were on deck with the sun bearing down and no wind,that SUCKED

the harlots and atomic war bride had been on a tour for the past several months. they had been hitting coastal towns along the way. sometimes the duke was just transport,sometimes it was the venue itself. the ship was in italy to meet up with mariko and vara,from there it was on to monaco. the duke was basically empty at the moment. erica and her friends were on the away team to meet mariko. so it was most likely just erich and micah on the ship. unless chloe felt like subjecting him to erica and nina at close range. erich had been spending the day...quality testing the ships distillery. he was already quite past drunk when he hears someone's voice. now it really could be anyone. erich is apt to leave the ramp leading into the ship extended. so for the most part,any one off the street could enter the deck of the ship. the voice carries up the network of hallways to where erich currently sits. he narrows his eyes and licks the last of the absinthe from his lips. needs more fennel. he'd make note of that for the next batch. hearing a stuffy brit just assuming someone would help with his bags did not sit well with erich. he grabbed the cleaver he was lopping off portions of a comically large sausage with. "i swear this bastard had better not try reestablishing the british empire here with me today. i wont fucking have that one bit!" erich announces to no one in particular. he dashes down the hall before sliding next to a door to look out and see the intruder. "you best be using your hands for those bags before i cut em off!" erich grins when he sees dustyn. his eyes do fall down and see the man wasnt kidding around. he indeed had bags. "shit...sorry about the bags,dust." erich apologizes while slicking his hair back. " our porters havent been to work in like...shit,60 years?" he says while checking his watch. he did seem to remember something about dustyn coming to visit.

erich then stands on the railing to look down at the gathered crowd. dustyn had lead quite a gaggle of italians to the ship. erich wasnt sure how to tell them to fuck off. he didnt know any italian. so while standing on the railing,he flails his arms and yells an unintelligible word in any language at them.

"CDs? " Erich asks cautiously to ensure he's thinking about the same CD meaning that dusty is. Being a bit older than dustyn,he has zero inkling as to why someone would think CDs are something to be treated carefully. In his mind,CDs are given no more thought than the container that eggs come in. " Well,I guess it's better than being the other way around,Dallas having the sticky fingers." Erich laughs dirtily to dustyn. When hugged from behind,Erich playfully yelps and bats the air above dustyns head. "Mercedes,stop! My son is aboard and might see!" He says on an embarrassed tone. It had become a running joke on the ship that he and Mercedes were an item.

Erich hops down from the railing,but not before shaking his fist at the crowd again. "I think my Captain's license gives me the right to aim cannons at them.." Erich muses to dustyn. Erichs Captain's is held both very seriously and as the basis of operating like a TV pirate. "In any case,mojito?" Erich offers, gesturing to the bar beside one of the duke's pools.this particularly pool is the deck pool and not exactly in the condition one would want to swim in. The water is light green and seems to be growing some variety of plant. If one looks closely, several Koi swim through the water. "They're all out meeting up with Mariko and Vara. I think they have some sort of vineyard or something around here. It's god damned beautiful from the pictures I've seen. I think they even dragged Micah along with them. "Erich says with a shrug and squats down to drop some pellets into the koi pond. "If Ireland wasn't so God damned cold,id send you home with some koi. "