Mandated Downtime... With Swimsuits! (For HighFly)

The bottle is taken and Blaise moves in close to her back. He first draws a hand along her lengthy blue tresses, setting it over her shoulder. He'd hate to make her hair all goupy; it's awfully pretty, after all. But once her hair is free and clear, he pops the bottle top and spurts a bit into his palm. The bottle is set aside, and he shares the lotion between his palms.

"I think I'm the lucky one," he posits. "Find one of the Wrestle Angels, who happens to be even more beautiful in person than she is on screen somehow, and she turns out to be really nice." His hands first set to the backs of her shoulders, palms rotating in slow circles. He doesn't mention how cool it is to be applying sunscreen to said beautiful Wrestle Angel. That should go without saying.

"Okay, let's see..." The hands travel inwards, fingers carefully slipping under the straps of her bikini. "...I, uh... didn't win my first match out here, no. But that's okay!," he adds quickly. "Every loss, a lesson learned. You make the best steel by hammering out the impurities, right? Anyway... I'm nineteen. Came here from Miami, Florida - that's in the U.S., if you didn't know. Lots of swamp and beach in that state."

Blaise's palms come together between her shoulders, his fingers running smoothly along the base of her neck. "Iiii'm single, yep," drawls the teen.

"Darn right," muses Blaise back to her. He'll get'em next time! Hopefully! His track record isn't a good one, even before Japan. In fact, some might call it abysmal. Still, it doesn't dampen his spirit at all. Even when his assigned trainer chews him out for putting everything at risk in a single match!

When she turns enough to look back at him, his hands slide down to rest closer to the base of her spine. "Ahh, I dunno," he submits with a small smile. "I think the most of'em are too focused on looking at people like me as competition instead of anything else. I admit, having only female opponents is something I'm gonna have to get used to. Before Japan, I didn't wrestle a single chick."

His gaze dips to her back, and he begins pressing his palms into her skin. As he strokes along the span of her back, he steals a look back to her face, catching that she's looking him over. His smile spreads and he pauses, the rub, rolling his shoulders back to deliberately pull his body a little more taut. He's showing off his flat, firmed pectorals, sleekly-trim abdominals tense. "What?," he asks ever-so-innocently.

Oh. Suzumi-chan's really blunt. Blaise's cheeks tint over in blush again, lips drawn into a bright smile. But damned if he knows what to say. He wants to try to be cool and make some kind of lasting impression, but his brain is all but bouncing around in his skull right now. He just can't wrangle it down long enough to manage coherency! So when she turns to face him and pose her question, she gets only some stammered "Uh"s. The touch along his chest is electrifying, doing nothing to help settle his brain.

When she takes his hands and presses them to her abs, he draws in a sharper breath. He's no doubt going to palm girls' stomachs the longer he's wrestling them, but this is different. His eyes dip to her abs, then back to her face. Suzumi's flirting in about the most direct way she possibly can.

His thoughts are finally pinned down. "Yeah," he says, voice dropping to almost a whisper. "Definitely." He nudges his hands a little more firmly into her stomach. "Got the abs of a professional athlete," he mentions while lowering his eyes to her midsection again. "Perfectly toned, firm, hot..." He glances back up to her eyes with a coy smile. "...Makes it kind of a shame that I'll never get to wrestle you, myself."

Suzumi leans in, and Blaise instinctively holds his breath. He isn't even sure what he's anticipating, but this is moving so quickly and unexpectedly, he dares not guess. Heck, his hands are still on the girl's stomach. "That's right.. could do that..," he mentions. He could wrestle a Wrestle Angel; his heart flutters wildly in his chest.

The question she asks knocks him out of his daze. "Hah. Go straight for the hard questions, huh?," he asks with a weakened smile. He has no idea how to even begin to answer it. He's had some encounters that could've lead to that, but he's not had a girlfriend since he was seventeen! He's a sociable guy, so what could explain that?

The teen twists his lips in thought, his hands finally dropping from Suzumi's body. "Mnh, last time I had a girlfriend, I was still in highschool. That ended when I told'er I was gonna be a professional wrestler," he notes. "Then after that, I guess.. err.." He moves his hands to his lap and rolls his bare shoulders in a loose shrug, hedging around before continuing, "..girls.. prefer guys with a better win-to-loss record?" Normally he doesn't care about something like that. Wrestling is wrestling, and he'll keep pushing! But looking at it in the light of possibly costing him romance can really knock the wind out of those sails.

Very quickly, Blaise rushes out, "But I've not been in Japan long! Only long enough to get punched out by a blonde, get fussed at by my trainer, and meet you!"

Blaise finds his hand folded into the feminine digits of Suzumi, stealing his gaze momentarily before returning to her big browns. Her words earn a softer smile, and he scoots in a little closer to her until his knees touch with hers. It isn't exactly scandalous, but it's still an additional point of contact; significant in its own way.

"That's really sweet of you to say." It means a lot to hear that from someone; especially someone famous, who could easily have their pick of the litter. He's touched, and it shows in his warm eyes. "And that ex of yours? Crazy. Completely crazy." His smiles grows a touch playful as he adds, "Sounds like the dude was scared of a girl who might be tougher than him."

His hand adjusts in hers, attempting to lace his fingers between hers. He then goes for her other hand to do the same. If successful, he'll lift their arms and apply a gentle amount of force, as if locked up with her in a test of strength.

"I always wondered how I'd do against a Wrestle Angel," he muses. "Ever wrestle a guy?" She'd mentioned she didn't do anything with Tension, and since both Wrestle Angels and Friction were female-only (to his knowledge!), he's curious!