Thread: More than a Machine (Trixie & I)

Life for Kensei Noragami sucked...sorta. Sure, he was smart, had a few friends here and there and was able to maintain a decent paying job at a caf, but when it came to the ladies...well...things weren't so great. For some reason, whenever he tried to approach a woman, some strange thing would happen to him that would result in him either getting slapped, thrown, or otherwise trashed by the very girl he was trying to talk to. And when he did get lucky enough to even be able to make contact without incident, he just couldn't find the words that would make her swoon. In comparison, his friend, Souma Himura was quite the lothario. He would always be seen with two or even sometimes three girls at once. And the way they would look at him, it was as if they were trying to rape him with their eyes. How these two gentlemen could be friends was beyond anyone's guess. On this particular day, the two friends were walking home, Souma, clean as a whistle and Kensei, his clothes soaked and an imprint of a hand spread across his face. Man, you look like crap, Ken, The older looking friend said with a whistle. Let me guess, your stunning sense of balance brought you face to face with another girl's undergarments, right? The look Ken gave Souma then told him that he was right on the money. It started innocently enough. He was mustering up his courage to approach this pretty young thing he had been keeping his eye on for a few weeks now. When it seemed like the coast was clear, he made his move and just when he was about to call out her name, a black cat crossed his path, causing him to trip and fall face first into a damp puddle. He tried to break his fall, but the only thing he was able to grab on to was the girl's skirt and sure enough, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was said skirt draped around her ankles. As he tried to get up, the girl had this furious look on his face and as he stuttered trying to apologize, SMACK! I don't wanna talk about it, Ken replied as he relived the memory in his mind. I bet you don't, Souma replied with a shrug. You know, if you want to get with a girl so bad, I can set you up with one of mine. I got so many, I can hardly keep up with them. At this point, the two were right outside Ken's home where he lived alone. Ken took his backpack off and replied with a sigh, Thanks for the offer, but I prefer a girl that won't try to put out on the first date. I wanna get to at least know them on a personal level before doing that kinda stuff. He opened the door as Souma shrugged again. You're never gonna make it with a hot chick if you don't know how to work that body. They like aggressive men. Aggressive! Ken replied by giving his friend another stern look before replying. I'll see you later Souma... And with that, he closed the door on the guy, leaving him to sigh and wonder if his little buddy will ever get a girlfriend. Ken walked upstairs and into his room to clean himself off. He took off his wet clothes and changed his boxers before plopping down on his bed and staring at the ceiling. He knew Souma was a perverted, womanizing freak, but he meant well. And perhaps he was right. Maybe the only way to a woman's heart was through her body. But the only way he could do that was to first get close enough to one without pulling down her skirt or falling flat on his face. He needed some kind of miracle...