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Of course.
If I didn't, you'd feel neglected then, too.
Right?
If I didn't, you'd feel neglected then, too.
Right?
[Takasugi really knows how to flatter a lady.
The nook of his throat can't be any more tepid than the bars he so unabashedly favors, ENJOYS. There's a nestle involved with that confession, his chin ruffling messy hair in the process.
Hm.
Maybe he'll fall for this. Just for a little while.]
I...appreciate it.
[While toying with a bit of that hair, twisting an end ceaselessly over his forefinger.]
I think I'll save it for a while.
[Stupid sexy Takasugi. His finger relents, retiring to simply keep him close. As much as he'd like to fully immerse himself in this disgusting feeling, he's got some suspicions about this whole thing. Overall, his motives aren't that important. It's all about being in the know.]
Is it because you did something distasteful?
[Play hot/cold with him.]
The nook of his throat can't be any more tepid than the bars he so unabashedly favors, ENJOYS. There's a nestle involved with that confession, his chin ruffling messy hair in the process.
Hm.
Maybe he'll fall for this. Just for a little while.]
I...appreciate it.
[While toying with a bit of that hair, twisting an end ceaselessly over his forefinger.]
I think I'll save it for a while.
[Stupid sexy Takasugi. His finger relents, retiring to simply keep him close. As much as he'd like to fully immerse himself in this disgusting feeling, he's got some suspicions about this whole thing. Overall, his motives aren't that important. It's all about being in the know.]
Is it because you did something distasteful?
[Play hot/cold with him.]
I don't feel anything, Shinsuke.
[The twink vampire version of I Ain't Even Mad except he's so mad, hence everything.]
Does that bother you? I wasn't even going to mention it, but if Diva's complaints are a burden to you, I may end up having to ruin breakfast again.
Which is what you're concerned about in the first place, isn't it?
[The twink vampire version of I Ain't Even Mad except he's so mad, hence everything.]
Does that bother you? I wasn't even going to mention it, but if Diva's complaints are a burden to you, I may end up having to ruin breakfast again.
Which is what you're concerned about in the first place, isn't it?
[First of all: Bullshit.
Second of all: Fuck you.]
Aa. Your tepid responses are annoying.
But this isn't one of them.
Hearing you so affronted is exciting.
I don't want to let you go.
[he's getting mad too, but he has 0 disengage]
Second of all: Fuck you.]
Aa. Your tepid responses are annoying.
But this isn't one of them.
Hearing you so affronted is exciting.
I don't want to let you go.
[he's getting mad too, but he has 0 disengage]
[Lips brush skin - incidental - grazing the surface as a subtle oral fixation works itself out. Takasugi doesn't notice how his bottom lip curls, or how he tilts his head just-so to settle further into the curve of the man's structure.
He's simply comfortable, the honesty in return a sweet overture.
Not one he knows how to carry on, but it ensures the warmth between them remains pleasant, instead of stifling.
His scalp prickling from the gentle touch, a rare sensation, Takasugi arches his back to not so gently headbutt his accuser. Shut up and go back to petting him.] I wouldn't ever try to make something up to you.
[Cooed, like some sort of lover's affirmation.]
He's simply comfortable, the honesty in return a sweet overture.
Not one he knows how to carry on, but it ensures the warmth between them remains pleasant, instead of stifling.
His scalp prickling from the gentle touch, a rare sensation, Takasugi arches his back to not so gently headbutt his accuser. Shut up and go back to petting him.] I wouldn't ever try to make something up to you.
[Cooed, like some sort of lover's affirmation.]
[There it is, that necessary roughness. Yield entirely and he'll roll out his med kit again. Also quelling any alarm is the fact that he can't smell anything questionable; fresh wounds, blood, suspicious odors. Anything that would augment things superficially.
In short, the headbutt's appreciated.]
That's the problem with you, isn't it?
[He does go back to shuffling Takasugi's hair in reverse. One would think it'd be easy to slick his greasy hair back like Draco Malfoy, but it doth protest.]
You're lucky I find such numbers tedious.
[Plus he's a full-time Yes Man himself, so.]
In short, the headbutt's appreciated.]
That's the problem with you, isn't it?
[He does go back to shuffling Takasugi's hair in reverse. One would think it'd be easy to slick his greasy hair back like Draco Malfoy, but it doth protest.]
You're lucky I find such numbers tedious.
[Plus he's a full-time Yes Man himself, so.]
If you're so frustrated, ruin breakfast again.
I'll even let you cook one for me.
[this almost looks like an offer of consolation...
but Takasugi is just trying to make things about himself]
I'll even let you cook one for me.
[this almost looks like an offer of consolation...
but Takasugi is just trying to make things about himself]
In Wyver, the leaves don't change for the seasons. Is the view from Olympia any better?
[gone without a word for weeks and all he can do is talk about the weather??]
I've come to possess a surplus of harvest. Want to take care of it?
[gone without a word for weeks and all he can do is talk about the weather??]
I've come to possess a surplus of harvest. Want to take care of it?
It isn't.
[Even if it were..he's a terrible person to ask about it.]
And what could you be talking about?
[Because surely he wouldn't be talking about a traditional harvest. Maybe it's heaps of bodies, a blood donation to apologize for something yet to occur.]
[Even if it were..he's a terrible person to ask about it.]
And what could you be talking about?
[Because surely he wouldn't be talking about a traditional harvest. Maybe it's heaps of bodies, a blood donation to apologize for something yet to occur.]
You don't want to make breakfast for me?
[what is this even about any more???
"winning"?]
[what is this even about any more???
"winning"?]
[What a flattering assumption - Takasugi would prefer to have a mountain of corpses on his hands. Bodies, he knows what to do with.
One of those options being feeding them to Solomon, the way a man throws meat scraps to his dog.
But this isn't something he's so familiar with.]
That's too bad...
I'll tell you more when you agree to come deal with it. Otherwise, it's none of your concern.
One of those options being feeding them to Solomon, the way a man throws meat scraps to his dog.
But this isn't something he's so familiar with.]
That's too bad...
I'll tell you more when you agree to come deal with it. Otherwise, it's none of your concern.
Edited 2018-11-02 01:08 (UTC)
[A lack of liquor had given way to a regrettable moment of clarity. It wasn't when they'd both spilled each other's blood in the forest, nor when he'd tangled his body with Solomon's monstrous form. Not even the ritual in Wyver had driven his mind to such maniacal places as the future.
Walking in the moonlight, at the crest of a hill, Takasugi had realized his solitude. Hyper-aware, like when one tries to fully comprehend what it means to have a reflection, he'd made a fleeting wish for a certain someone's presence.
In the throes of missing the bastard, Takasugi had composed a poem. A simple piece he almost regrets, but for the warmth it's brought him. The tingling feeling from his scalp melts over the rest of his body, gentleness easy to soak up when it's labeled as indulgence.]
Tedious, huh...? [This intimacy is tedious - Takasugi feels heavier for letting it sedate him so easily. He's frowning, now, but Solomon won't see that, with the samurai nestled so close.] That's the problem with you.
[For an embodiment of the trite, Solomon is an effective reprieve from meaninglessness.
Somehow.
That's a poem for another day - and for no one's eyes.]
Walking in the moonlight, at the crest of a hill, Takasugi had realized his solitude. Hyper-aware, like when one tries to fully comprehend what it means to have a reflection, he'd made a fleeting wish for a certain someone's presence.
In the throes of missing the bastard, Takasugi had composed a poem. A simple piece he almost regrets, but for the warmth it's brought him. The tingling feeling from his scalp melts over the rest of his body, gentleness easy to soak up when it's labeled as indulgence.]
Tedious, huh...? [This intimacy is tedious - Takasugi feels heavier for letting it sedate him so easily. He's frowning, now, but Solomon won't see that, with the samurai nestled so close.] That's the problem with you.
[For an embodiment of the trite, Solomon is an effective reprieve from meaninglessness.
Somehow.
That's a poem for another day - and for no one's eyes.]
[With how wacky things can be, Solomon should maybe fret about Takasugi's wellness a bit more; at the same time, he'd like not to make such a big deal out of this, lest he refrain from being so honest in the future.
And yet, his consideration tonight shouldn't be so unremarkable.]
I wonder...perhaps you've fallen in love.
[His grip strengthens, only in anticipation of an automatic refusal wrought with disgust, something like that. He'd been denying himself a similar sentiment, though all aspects of love and enchantment bleed through when it comes to the samurai.
It's a trifling thing to have to fight on the daily.]
That's why it's so tedious.
And yet, his consideration tonight shouldn't be so unremarkable.]
I wonder...perhaps you've fallen in love.
[His grip strengthens, only in anticipation of an automatic refusal wrought with disgust, something like that. He'd been denying himself a similar sentiment, though all aspects of love and enchantment bleed through when it comes to the samurai.
It's a trifling thing to have to fight on the daily.]
That's why it's so tedious.
Why don't you think of it as me inviting you over for a meal?
[One you have to reap and process and cook yourself! Great!!!]
[One you have to reap and process and cook yourself! Great!!!]
[that tru]
Not incapable. Uninterested.
I'd rather do you the favor of tolerating your fixation on the mundane and eat some food you've made.
[Likes hes doing you a favor by making you cook for him???]
Not incapable. Uninterested.
I'd rather do you the favor of tolerating your fixation on the mundane and eat some food you've made.
[Likes hes doing you a favor by making you cook for him???]
[Every muscle in Takasugi's body winds tight; he wants to spill from the bed. Raise his sword and cut the man in half for even suggesting such a stupid thing. Solomon's tightened hold keeps him there, belays the original impulse and soothes it into an ache.
Pain that works its way out in a shrill laugh - longer than a chuckle, head tilting to reveal the disheveled bandage and a contorted smile.] Would you prefer that?
Being killed by someone who loves you, instead of someone who hates you? [As if love and hate aren't the same damn thing. Takasugi can't feel one without the other - a single exception in his history not even worth mentioning (he can't bear the weight of thinking about that now).
So he drives the conversation back somewhere familiar. Violence. Carnage. A promise of death he can keep so much closer to his heart than fondness.
He pulls away from the embrace, his retreat made with an arched back and a shift of hips that leaves him prone. Deliberate, his hand crosses his chest to tug on Solomon's arm. Come here.
To be choked. To be kissed.
He hasn't decided.]
Pain that works its way out in a shrill laugh - longer than a chuckle, head tilting to reveal the disheveled bandage and a contorted smile.] Would you prefer that?
Being killed by someone who loves you, instead of someone who hates you? [As if love and hate aren't the same damn thing. Takasugi can't feel one without the other - a single exception in his history not even worth mentioning (he can't bear the weight of thinking about that now).
So he drives the conversation back somewhere familiar. Violence. Carnage. A promise of death he can keep so much closer to his heart than fondness.
He pulls away from the embrace, his retreat made with an arched back and a shift of hips that leaves him prone. Deliberate, his hand crosses his chest to tug on Solomon's arm. Come here.
To be choked. To be kissed.
He hasn't decided.]
you have exactly one hour to figure out how to cheer me up
no he has to match
maybe he can be the cheshire cat
maybe he can be the cheshire cat
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