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Who: Everyone
When: Day 13, afternoon
Where: Public Lounge

[ Guess who's trying to earn as many Sparks as possible? This guy. So on Day 13, sometime during the day each Team may have received a quick visit from this guy, encouraging them to come to the public lounge during the afternoon to partecipate on a get to know each other exercise. For anyone who asks, he'll explain on very generic terms that it's just a game of truth or dare or kiss, and he's going to try his best to convince people to actually show up.

For those who do show up at the public lounge in the afternoon, he's going to explain the basic set up ]

All right, so, the whole thing is pretty simple. Usually, I guess there should be something to spin or help with randomly selecting people, but that's going to get complicated, so let's skip that one. You see someone you want to get to know, you partner up with 'em.

Here's the rules. You ask your partner to pick Truth or Dare, and ask or provide your challenge accordingly. As the person who's been asked or challenged, you will have the option to back out of it by kissing your partner instead. Doesn't have to be anywhere specific, there's kids here.

You won't win anything out of it except, huh, my gratitude for taking part, I guess.

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[ Crow's relaxing into her touch as she spreads the oil. He considers her question for a moment. ]

It doesn't feel.... entirely unfamiliar? It seems fine to me, either way.

[she inhales and sets aside how handsome crow is for a moment to focus. She's touched and had dealings with bodies many, many, many times in contexts that were far from sexual. She simply needs to process this as skin, muscle, sinew, and also problems to fix.]

Good. I ask because I wanted to have a better look at you. My hands are very sensitive as a matter of course, but I could assess you better with my eyes, if you will permit it.

[ She's definitely attractive but his mind's not focused solely on that right now. It's an observation though, one that's in the back of his mind as he nods slightly. ]

Sure, I've got no objections.

[it's okay crow she's just dying inside u do u]

Mes yeux vers les cieux infinis.

[her eyes glow an electric blue with silver and violet flecks. his internals are laid out before her. if there are funky points of interest she can see those but im going to ignore them because spoilers even if i can probably guess BUT HOW TENSE ARE YOU CROW, working as hard as you do]

[ IGNORING THE SPOILERS he's so fucking tense. He's so tense. He has not relaxed in for approximately ever, like for all his lazy/flirty attitude it's like he doesn't know how to and his entire body is screaming with it if you know what to look for. Which she most certainly does. ]

[She stares at this and simply, soberly takes it in. The body is her business and you can discern many things if you know what you are looking for. She finds a lot of her work satisfying and oddly therapeutic, because unlike people, the body typically cannot lie. It has its secrets and obfuscations, but without tampering, those are ripe for the plundering with enough diligence and thought. Symptoms are their way of communicating and there is a story here. One she thinks she can read, in part, but can only guess at the rest.

But she has only just met him, it is not for her to judge or involve herself with or say anything at all, really.]

This may take some time and, a fair warning, you will be sore tomorrow, but it will be for your own good and I can alleviate that, at any rate.

[ He listens to what she's saying and wonders what it is she sees. He's been like this since he woke up here, it feels-- old, familiar. Like it's just the way life is, that's just how he is. He doesn't know how it would feel any other way.

He would think, if he were considering it, that he might not know how it felt even with his memories. ]

In that case, I leave my body in your hands.

[ He's definitely flirting and that's definitely going against his dare with Jusis. Oh well, Jusis isn't here to call him out on it. ]

[She tries not to scoff at the line. After all, he might not be flirting? who knows. he could do so much better.]

As you like, Crow-san.

[Her eyes remain active as she begins in earnest, using deep, gliding pressure with her forearm along his back to prepare his muscles.]

[ Crow makes a sound as she does that, not one of displeasure at all-- more like one that definitely shows she has his attention with that move. He's going to close his eyes as she prepares to work him over, but she can probably tell that he's very alert despite all appearances of relaxation. ]

[she can tell. she won't point it out, there's no use, and she doubts he would listen to her suggesting to let himself go, mentally. not when she wouldn't in his position.

and, you know, actually has not in two weeks.

but the body she can take care of.

But her forearms slide down his neck and across his back, warming the tissue there. She's slow, careful, attentive as she repeats the motions before she adjusts her position and switches to fingertips and knuckles as she rubs his necks, its sides and where it meets his shoulders]

[ Crow is not quiet.

Really, he's rarely quiet anyway-- he's loud, obnoxious, and enthusiastic about a great many things. He's definitely not quiet now, small sounds escaping from him when he enjoys the way her hands are moving or when she brushes against a particularly tight knot. He may not be letting down his guard mentally, but his body is reacting to her touch.

In uh, more ways than one but at least parts of it are covered by him lying down on his stomach for now. ]

[Be clinical, be professional.

The problem is that, being who and what she is, she cannot help but respond to sound. It is a part of her that dwells deep inside what passes for her heart these days and Crow has a very nice voice that she cannot help but be aware of in its entirety.

She knows what it is doing to her to listen to him and she does not deny it, but works around it. Inhale. Exhale. This is a natural consequence of her actions and does not mean anything at all.

The body is a fascinating thing and she tries to focus on the layers and layers of skin, beneath that, muscle and sinew as they shift, warm, and loosen under her touch. She can well and truly see for herself the knots coming done in real time, and on a very enhanced level if she so wishes.

But her hands have to move lower, lower, lower, and she realises that she is holding her breath--not that she needs to breathe--when they are a little close to the hem of his pajama bottoms.

It's a critical place, it supports the weight of everything above it and bearsthe brunt of so much. With her eyes as active as they are, clothes really are meaningless, even if the colours of the world are different like this, shapes retain their meaning and she can see an increase of blood flow--

She stops her Sight. She doesn't look.

Which is good.

Her hands slip, though, which is bad. And very nearly past that hem which is very dangerous.]

M-my apologies.

[Her voice is audible, but quiet and a little husky before she clears her throat. All business.]

I have made considerable progress.

[ Fuck. That husky tone, the way she says "my apologies" does things to him, and he does his best to stifle the groan that has everything to do with her voice and not nearly as much to do with her touch (though it's a factor). He wants her. He knows he wants her, he barely knows her but that doesn't matter much at all to his hormone-addled senses-- doesn't matter much to him anyway, so long as they're both consenting adults.

They are. They could be, and the idea of rolling over right then is--

But she only signed on for a massage. So he shoves down that heady, lusty feeling for now. But it's hard.

(That's not the only thing that's h--) ]

You're really good at this.

[ His voice might be a little husky, too. ]

[She is doing her best not to consider the fact that, aside, or rather, on top of everything she has endured in this place, she has not seen to her, ah, needs. In nearly two weeks. That is, frankly, unprecedented for her, and she is feeling the lack and the want as easily as the muscle and skin beneath her knowing fingers.

She tries to close a bond that isn't there anymore and swallows a whimper. She is not sure how much more of this she can take and it is a good thing he isn't looking in her direction. she knows her face must be red.]

T-thank you. I only wish to be of service.

[which is true, it's very true, considering how this started.

But.

But...]

[ But.

(He wouldn't have minded if her hands had kept going lower, past the hem of his hands towards his butt actually.)

It's really hard to behave, it's so hard and he is going to fail that "no flirting" dare even more miserably than he already was but-- ]

I'm feeling... pretty decently serviced, alright.

[ He barely manages to bite off a request for further services, but there's probably more than a hint of it in the way the words fall from his lips. ]

[listen she's trying to be good.

She's a failure of a person, but even she's not that dense.

You have not begun to see good servic--

Stop. Stop it.]

Was there...something else you wanted?

[Her tone is light and innocuous, but also pointed in its enunciation.]

[ He rolls off his stomach and his hard-on is honestly pretty poorly hidden by his comfortable pajama pants at this point. It's obvious and he's not trying to pretend it isn't. ]

I don't suppose someone is up for discussion~?

[She bites the inside of her mouth. A part of her, growing larger by the moment, simply wants to tackle and pin him down with her mouth, her hips, her presence, let her body do the talking.

Instead, she kneels in front of him in the space between hi legs, the motion smooth and elegant for what she intends to do.]

And what did you wish to discuss?

Honestly, I've been wanting to see how those amazing breasts of yours feel in my hands and mouth since I laid eyes on you. I want to touch you, for you to touch me until we're both screaming.

[she is, honestly, too horny to self-deprecate about her breasts at the moment, so hearing that simply sets lust fluttering in her stomach like a thousand dizzying butterflies of desire and she cannot help but exhale giddily, not quite a laugh, at the sensation.]

So many things to do, Crow-san. Shall I leave this...[Her fingers draw idle lines, up and down, along the clothed length of him.]...be for a while?

Oh, but I should so dearly like to taste you.

[ He lets out a hiss of breath, his cock twitching eagerly at the touch. ]

How's this sound to start-- you can taste me for a while and then I get to taste you?

[well, hearing that makes her want to ensure that he can do no such thing, even if it is borne of something negative, it is an interesting challenge.

But her fingers do not stop stroking him and even if she keeps her touch light, they become a little more insistent, but the process is slow. Gradual.

She wants him, she is aching, but she always has time to spare for a tease.]

We shall see...there may not be anything left in you when I am through.

[ He lets out a low groan, his hips rocking subtly into her touch. ]

I love to see you try that.

I do not try. I succeed.

[She slowly pulls back the waist of his pants to free him and she stares contently at the sight of him, but does not miss a beat in moving her still slick, soft fingers to his shaft, delicate at first, until her fingers fold around him, one by one, and she strokes him just once to see.]

[ He's a pretty decent size-- not terrifyingly large, maybe just a little thicker than average but otherwise pretty normal. He makes a lewd, encouraging sound as he rocks into her hand. He needs-- something to do with his hands, so he threads them through her hair, brushing any stray strands from her face so he can see it as she moves. ]

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they're both trying so hard to behave

and here's where he's gonna fail

he tried and no one can criticise him also nsfw i guess

[nsfw] he did his best

THOTPOCALYPSE BEGINS

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