Sengo/Ishiko

[amatorii]

"You're incorrigible," is the thing most commonly said about Sengo, because he's too charming for "you're despicable."

Unsurprisingly, when he comes home after the first semester of his sophomore year in college, he hasn't learned any life lessons or matured. A girl he introduces as his girlfriend comes down with him, and several hours of loud music not quite covering the muffled moans and squeaking bedsprings ensue - but before she's even had the chance to stay over one night, it turns out Sengo had been dating her all of eight hours, and her parents were worried when she didn't get off the train as scheduled on her way home from break, and there's something of a whirlwind drama as she grabs her things and heads back to the train station.

Sengo shrugs, sighs, heads up to his room, and emerges a moment later, dropping his now ex-girlfriend's crumpled underwear in his little sister's laundry basket. Then he turns to head back to his room, shrugging philosophically. His parents pointedly retreat to their room for the night with the grumbles and glowers he's come to expect, and he stretches out on his still-rumpled bed, wiggling his toes and smiling at the ceiling.

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[palemask]

Ishiko's always been aware that her brother has a bit of a bohemian lifestyle - especially when it comes to women. She'd seen him go through girlfriends while he was in high school and now that he's in college she never expected it to be any different. She'd just never had a chance to see it (hear it, rather) first-hand. The drama and fall-out that had come afterward weren't fun, though, and she'd quietly tried to stay out of the way of that. Instead, she'd been settled on her bed, mind racing with thoughts.

She had a boyfriend herself now and while they were enjoying one another, she felt... a little awkward and inexperienced. She wasn't like Sengo. He seemed to be able to please his partner effortlessly. Maybe... maybe he could help her. Or at least that's what she tells herself she's going to ask about. She plucks the pair of panties from the hamper (she thinks she can still smell some of the arousal, some of the sex) and heads for Sengo's room.

Ishiko knocks and then lets herself in, panties dangling from a finger.

"I don't think these would fit me," she says at first, one eyebrow arched, "But I admit that was quick... even for you."

She's going to beat around the bush. Just a little.