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Who: Asuka and open
What: After having regained a particular object from home, Asuka decides to blow some steam off.
When: 419, before the event.
Where: The Baldr lounge and about.
Rating: PG for Asuka being Asuka.

After all the things that had happened to her as of late, the time had come to simply sit and wile away a few hours immersed in the world of crappy games from era just after the world went to hell.

Sitting alone in the lounge of her new home, Asuka focus was fixed entirely upon plastic screen of a portable gaming device held between firmly between her two hands. Her gaze never leaving the system's color display, her dedication to playing an unknown game is impressive, if just a little sad.

From time to time she mutters rather loudly about how the game is cheating or being unfair in German. Even if the words themselves maybe unknown to the listener, her tone still carries an obvious undercurrent of frustration and anger that is not entirely focused upon the game she is playing at the moment.

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Now, how often did Samantha come to Baldr House? The number of occasions could probably be counted on a single hand in a given month, but she did it from time to time. The main reason was a certain purple-blooded fool who could be found around the place occasionally. There were others, but he was the main reason. However, as she paused in the doorway, feeling the eyes boring into her back, she shifted a little in her feet, realizing she might have a few more reasons to come by.

Rather than catching Asuka's attention at first, she made her way behind her, heading towards the kitchen. The faint whiff of sulfur fluttered there, along with some sort of other scent, a bit like lilacs. A few minutes later, though, she was coming back from the hall with an irritated look in her face that went away. She rifled through the pantry and slipped up behind the red-head and looked down at her, a bag of Cheetos in one hand and a couple bottles of something carbonated dangling from the fingers in her other.

"Dare I as if I need to wash your mouth out with soap?"

Upon hearing Samantha's voice, Asuka quickly places one of her lithe fingers upon a small button close to the system's screen and peered upward to match the demon-girl's gaze. It felt strange to be seeing someone quite so often as she did Samantha, but it was nice to have someone to talk to.

"I think I've earned the right to swear whenever I like."

Asuka's tone was joking but the annoyance that spawned it was very real.

She leaned over the back of the couch to the side of Asuka and smiled over at her with a faintly roguish look to her eyes while she did. Her lip quivered and she let a raspy little laugh bubble there. "How so? Did you reach the next level in ... uh, whatever game this is?" she said, offering one of the bottles to the red-head.

"I was thinking more of the decade and a half I've spent fighting." Asuka laughed as she took the offering from Samantha. "And no I haven't beaten anything, this game is more frustrating then I remember it being."

"Well you haven't played for a while, have you now? Easy to get out of practice," she said, slipping around to flop onto the couch nearby. The scent of lilacs covering the brimstone was definitely there. Samantha was a little better dressed today than normal, and there might have been hints of make up in... a purple shade? It was subtle anyway, so it didn't look too bad.

Someone was getting their ass kicked for not being in their room when she had planned on them being there later. She settled there, one arm resting on the couch and leaned up nearer to Asuka but not quite touching. "So, what kind of game is this anyway?"

Many a question ran through Asuka's mind as Samantha drew closer to her. Why was she doing that? Why did the demon-girl smell like Misato after she had come home from a date with Kaji? And why was she so damn closer! The only answer to it all was not one she really wished to think about in the current moment.

"Right," Asuka said quite bluntly putting aside all of those thoughts for the moment. "But it still feels bad to lose over and over again."

She never did like to lose, not at piloting, not at games, not even in things as intangible as love. When your very identity was wrapped up in being the best at everything you did, failure simply was not option.

Asuka then repositioned herself on the couch to let Samantha get a better look at the game she was playing. Though the early 2000s era technology was mediocre at best, the screen nonetheless displayed colorful puzzle game that could be considered charming, in a retro sort of way.

"It is a puzzle game." She stated plainly. "Not really what I would have picked, but I can't really by choosy about these sorts of things.

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So many questions, none of which would be answered right then. She turned towards the game and looked at it while Asuka motioned. Her head cocked a bit and she idly wondered how the thing actually worked.

"It's a puzzle you said? So, is it like Tetris or something?" she asked. That was, at least, a game that she understood. It was also just about the only puzzle game she understood. It kind of said something, really, about how well she knew graphics.

She also sucked at Tetris.

"Sort of, you fit together three of a kind of a block and then they disappear.

Asuka then demonstrated just that...before almost instantly having her board flooded with a dozen more blocks that cause her to sigh a bit before pausing the game again.

"That is about the extent of it. I'm sort of sad it's not something we can play together. I was sort of looking forward to that."

"Hey, we could play a round or two and see who does better," she said, shrugging, even though she knew that she was almost guaranteed to lose this game horribly. "It's something to do to pass the time. Even set up a prize for the winner. We'll get you a game at some point that we can go head to head on."

"It could be fun, but that still depends, what were you thinking of making the prize" Asuka asked slyly.

She liked a bit of competition, but was still a bit wary of the things that lie in Samantha's unconscious mind.

"That," she said, pointing at Asuka with an impish grin. "Is entirely up to you. You get to pick the prize this time, not me." It was a clever little ploy of hers. Make Asuka more comfortable with the idea of betting against her by letting her pick what the winner would get.

And, considering that she assumed she was losing, it was a way to see what Asuka would think of asking of her first.

Asuka thought for a moment before a single thought crept into the forefront of her mind, and, as it did, she perked up a bit.

"If I win, why don't you buy me dinner sometime?" Food was always good, and something that she hoped wouldn't turn into another awkward night. "Same goes if I lose, so then dinner would be on me."

She looked at her carefully for a moment, and then she got the most wicked smile. "Better yet, I'll cook something for you one of these days no matter what, but yeah. Dinner's on the loser," she said, nodding in agreement. "And when I cook, I can introduce you to my take on proper West Virginia cuisine."

...run.

"Sounds good to me, I can't even remember the last time I've had a home cooked meal."

Asuka sounded happy enough about the prospect. After all, it had literally been decades since anyone had made food for her.

"When did you want to carry out this little contest?"

"Give me a couple practice rounds so I know what I'm doing," she said, motioning to the game. "But otherwise, I'm up for a round right here and now if you are."

And, oh god she might want to rethink that whole notion of free food soon...

"Fair enough." After returning the game to the main menu, Asuka offered Samantha the handheld system. "Take as long as you need, then I can kick your butt."

The way that she was playing after the tutorial, it was pretty obvious that she wasn't going to have an easy time with this. Her fingers fumbled and she had a little trouble just with the controller. By the second, she at least had the controls right.

"No laughing!"

Asuka snickered, more so because she been told not to then anything else. "At least your learning, just a little more and I think we'll be ready for a little head-to-head action."

And that snicker got a raised eyebrow as she bit her lip and tried again. "Yeah yeah, this thing's harder than it looks," she muttered, grunting. "So, you wanting me to cook for you first or empty my pocket book? You can't possibly eat as much as another of my friends used to, so you won't bankrupt me."

"Let's go with the second one." Asuka smiled, that way it made it feel more like she won, rather then simply being treated by a friend. "And I'm a pretty light eater, you don't look this good eating like a pig, after all."

There was a look of pride in Asuka's eyes as she spoke. Her appearance was another thing she worked very hard to get just right, even in a post-apocalyptic wasteland like the one she had come from.

"Oh, you would have hated Eve. Girl never looked like she ate like a horse," she said, though as Asuka made the claim, she'd solicit a look. The game paused, and it was a brief, long and appraising look, one that got a little uncomfortable after a second before she coughed once and smirked to try and be disarming. She felt... a little wrong looking at her sometimes, but she was still attracted and she knew it.

"She didn't have your legs though. I'll say that."

"They are pretty nice, aren't they?" Asuka took a moment to stare at her own and briefly smiled, more then happy with what she saw. "You must have gotten a good look at them when I arrived in my plugsuit, huh?"

God, she had to mention the plugsuit didn't she? Samantha's face went beet red, and she lost that round completely, setting the controller down as she leaned back in the couch, looking at the ceiling. "No mentioning that perv's dream come true of a suit you came in while I'm trying to play," she said, snorting. "That's cheating... But yeah, I got a good look at them."

"Well, that and at the hot springs. You take good care of your skin."

For Asuka, there was something fun about the back and forth between her and Samantha. She really didn't have that many friends, so the simple act of being able to talk so casually with someone like this.

Readjusting herself once more on the coach, and finally settling down with her leg's crossed beneath her and her hands settled peacefully in her lap.

"If you think that plugsuit is pervy, you should have seen the test-type one they had me wear one time. It was completely transparent from just below my neck to just above my waist!"

She laughed a little. It was the only thing she could laugh about in relation to that particular incident.

"But I do try. I need to look my best for my own sake."

Transparent? From... to... She was looking right at Asuka, and failing miserably at not imagining the sight of it. She stuttered and swallowed hard while she worked to keep her composure. "That's ... that's... what the hell was wrong with them?!?" Her arms crossed over her own chest a little sympathetically.

"I mean, if you were alone in the cockpit it's still... good lord," she said, managing to laugh a little. It was good to be able to joke about these things, even if Asuka was torturing her a bit.

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