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[desirestruth]

Who: Everybody
When: Day 19, afternoon
Where: Everywhere.


[Well. Some of us may have had entirely too exciting a morning, but this afternoon, anyone going through the train will find tables set up with piles of flower crowns on them and signs reading 'decorative bond, please take one'. There's a preposterous amount of them, more than enough for everyone on the train to have their own flower crown.

There are also baskets of flowers set out in the lounge, and instructions for making your own crown, if none of them suit your fancy. This is clearly harmless stress relief, Aurora, go for it.]

Comments

Re: Bond

[crimeboy]

[ Kiryuu is a simple boy, and he certainly feels only the guilt of having you know, literally bit into her. But if it wasn't something she was worried about, then he wasn't going to insist that she should be. After all, he'd eaten some raw meat thanks to Naeva and feels... fine now? ]

Haha~ It's a little weird, isn't it... feeling like this when it's like we just met? But it's nice too, to have someone who kind of knows what's going on. I admit, it's a little harder when you can't really remember anything about yourself at first...

[ He stops himself then to lean into her hand stroking his face before he leans down then to test if he could... just sneak in a kiss to her lips. ]

Re: Bond

[nihilmancy]

Yes, I can only imagine that it is.

[She certainly does not mind the kiss at all, not based on the fact that she returns it hungrily, moaning breathily into his lips- at some point it's not even responding, and she just keeps kissing him, stroking his cheek as she surrenders that the pleasant feelings. She eventually pulls away, resting her hand on his chest.]

S-Sorry, I shouldn't be rushing you into something so suddenly, or um, making this about my desires, even when I'm saying I'll support you- I'm actually pretty selfish sometimes.

Re: Bond

[crimeboy]

[ He laughs a little at the way she seems so. Hesitant? Like she's afraid. Not of him, but of something else. Rejection? Maybe afraid that he'll think less of her because of this sudden... proposition. ]

Hey. Don't worry about it! Just do whatever you think feels right, and it'll work out in the end. You know, like... "everything will be ok in the end, if it's not ok, it's not the end", right?

[nihilmancy]

[A little off the mark there, but, well. He'll see.

His comment (so naive and innocent) disarms her, and she can't bring herself to hold back.]

It won't be the end until you're screaming my name and panting for breath.

[Of course, being who she is, she can't make these sort of lewd comments without flushing and looking away immediately after, but there's hunger and determination in her eyes as she gets up and takes his hand.]

Alright. Let's get wild.

[And she starts to lead him back to Licorice, but not immediately back to her room, but rather to the item pickup lockers in the living room.

continuation!]