Let's Play 20 Questions

[trainmasters]

Who: Everyone
When: Day 30, afternoon
Where: the Aurora

[Though the sun should be high in the air, just after noon the sky clouds over, and a steady drizzle begins. While gloomy, it's not particularly harsh, and the warm weather means you might even enjoy being out in it! In fact, the relatively thin and patchy clouds mean you may seem rainbows here and there. It's quite nice, really -- except, that is, that there are now tiny frogs everywhere. Near the train they're safe, but closer to the corrupt areas they're toxic.

At the same time, you hear the jingle associated with an official message from your Chain -- the usual "newbie time" balloon animation and text:]

WELCOME NEW HEROES

[This round's new blood are waking up in their rooms, in the usual nondescript undies or team pyjamas.

For the first hour or so, it seems that'll all that'll happen today. But then there's that all too familiar Trial feeling...

...Aaaand a flashy pink convertible has arrived in the clearing. It's followed up by another message:]

Hello, everyone. Your ever-grateful Prince speaking. It's been awhile and we've got some new faces, so I'm here to answer a few questions.

Buut to spare myself a little, I'm limiting it to one question per hero. I'll tell the truth, no matter what you ask, as long as it's at all reasonable! After that though, I reserve the right to cut you off -- but I won't, probably, if you play nice.

Sooo, how about you come outside and see me?

[Message sent, Cardamom gets out of his car and unfurls a big, incredibly sparkly silver umbrella. It looks like the most intensely holographic nail polish you can buy, and the raindrops only make it worse.]

[[OOC NOTES: As the monthly prompts, the rain and frogs will continue until next month's placements. You can find more info on them in the announcements over here!

If you want to tag Cardamom, there's a toplevel here. If you have any questions, please ping the mods via the q&a. Thank you!]]

Comments

[voreaciously]

Let us be on our way, then, Crow-san.

She is ready to light this candle and detangles from him a little to prepare herself to head in as quickly as she's able.]

[bad_crowmance]

Yes, let's.

[ He's following at a pace that's only somewhat leisurely-- he's more than ready to break in their new party room, has been waiting for it for long enough at this point. ]

[voreaciously]

[Time to sneak into Crow's room through licorice and she will let them both inside, taking a moment to absorb the new surroundings.]

Goodness.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow lets out a low whistle. ]

Looks even better than it did in my head.

[voreaciously]

Dare I even ask what you had imagined?

[She is teasing, a little.

Goodness, he looks so good wet, what even.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He really does. ]

A little smaller, maybe. Less dramatic. This suits my tastes much better.

[ Hers too, he's imagining. ]

[voreaciously]

[It is so red and black, but she is fine with like, conceding to this aesthetic tbh. The black isn't a problem, really, though now she wonders if she shouldn't get more of it to match it. She'd hate to class with the interiors.]

I am glad.

[She turns to face him, a hand boldly pressing against the flat planes of his stomach.]

I think...perhaps we should get you out of those wet clothes, first.

[Which is easily solved with her magic, honestly, but she wants to act like she has precedent for the fun of it. They could break in their shower and then a bath, but she likes the idea of him finding warmth in her, since she will not have been affected by the cold rain as he would have.]

What shall we do, hm?

[bad_crowmance]

[ He'd much rather warm up with her too, honestly. They can test out the shower later. ]

I think I'd rather get you out of your wet clothes first. Not that they don't look amazing on you.

[voreaciously]

They are wet clothes, Crow-san.

[She does not see the appeal, at least in terms of herself. He is, ironically, smokin' hot while being cold and wet.]

[bad_crowmance]

Yeah and the way they cling to your breasts is like a gift from the Goddess herself.

[voreaciously]

[She starts, quietly. Her face is immediately pink, embarrassed to be compared so highly but also why you like tiddy so much.]

C-Crow-san! You--you are so incorrigible.

[She lightly flicks him in the forehead.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ BECAUSE BREASTS ARE AWESOME. ]

I'd say more encouragable.

[ No, he's both. ]

[voreaciously]

I will enable nothing of the sort. Not that I need to.

[You require no encouragement, sir!!!!]

[Bond]

[bad_crowmance]

But I love being encouraged.

[ He pulls her in towards him and nibbles on the crook of her neck, both of them still wet and fully clothed. ]

[voreaciously]

I think you wish for a partner-in-crime.

[Even if she is chiding and fussy, it obviously means very little in the end, because she lets him draw her close, her hand bracing lightly against his chest and wandering.

She makes a soft noise, craning her head to allow him better access, the slow, rolling grace of the motion belying her eagerness. He is so good with his mouth. He is so good with his teeth.]

Maybe even literal crime.

[nsfw][because we know it's gonna be]

[bad_crowmance]

Heheheh.

[ He huffs a light laugh onto her flesh. ]

It's only a crime if you get caught.

[ His hands slide down to cup her ass. ]

i saw bond and was like ok good rin's got it. i guess bond just = nsfw w/ these two in my brain oops

[voreaciously]

Words to live by that are not at all terrible nor dangerous.

[Her fingers find a nipple and she pinches it, just shy of pain. Partly because she wants to, partly out of rebuke.

So, really, because she wants to.]

I mean it's basically the same thing with them.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He makes a sound in the back of his throat, not quite a moan but definitely turned on. ]

A little dangerous sounds like a lot of fun to me.

True and fair and you should say it.

[voreaciously]

That hardly surprises me. I suppose "safe" does not suit you, either. Pity.

[Not that she needs a demonstration of that one, either. Her fingers continue, languid in their attention. He wants to strip her and set the pace, so she will allow him, but she does not remain idle, slipping a hand underneath his shirts this time to better attend him and that nub.]

[bad_crowmance]

"Safe" has its places... but not right now.

[ He's setting a languid pace, his hands sliding up her torso towards her top, that puffy Jasmine shirt that clings so wonderfully to her breasts like this. His hands dance at the hem, sliding the tips of his fingers under before he starts to slowly, slowly peel it off in much the way of a person carefully unwrapping a birthday present. ]

[voreaciously]

[Even she cannot miss the way he touches her and she flushes red with it. That has never been the issue, really. She does not understand why, even if she knows he enjoys them. But she assists, raising her arms to help him help her out of it, which will leave her in her bra.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Nice. He could go for the skirt next, leave the bra for last, but he really wants to touch those breasts so he's moving now to unhook the bra and free them from their imprisonment. ]

only crow (and a sizable number of women) would say a bra is a prison

[voreaciously]

[Her breasts gently bounce free when he removes her strapless bra. If it were anyone else, she would assume, barring special occasions, that the order in which she's stripped is incidental.

With Crow, it's the furthest thing, and the child who spent so much time and care unwrapping his present can't wait to play with his new toy.]

Typical.

[In all senses of the word, but she hardly minds it. Still, even if she's given him the reins, doesn't mean she's stopped thinking about what she could do at the next opportunity and she wonders what he would do if she took them away.

Or better yet, taunted him?

Be good, 80H. For now, anyway.

Even if she's letting him set the pace, she is, at least, going to try and remove his jacket. It's wet, thus heavier. That cannot be especially comfortable at the moment.]

HE'S NOT WRONG, THOUGH

[bad_crowmance]

[ She's not wrong-- It's a hindrance, one he's willing to be rid of even if it means a brief break before he gets to enjoy his prize. But once it's off, he's returning to her lovely breasts, his tongue swirling around a pert nipple before he takes it into his mouth to tease, his teeth lightly nipping at them. ]

[voreaciously]

[It seems he does not want to wait and she does not take issue with this, light stroking his hair as he sucks at her breast. She does not process the cold as he would and does; she is absolutely fine, would have been even if she were not an android, but still, the warmth of his mouth after being wrapped in the cool curtain of rain for as long as she has is warm and inviting.

She sighs, pleased, fingers sliding deeper to thread themselves in those white locks.]

Ahh...so impatient....