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[hot_mess_express]

Who: All the cute little heroes
When: Day 35, evening
Where: Back To Your Regularly Scheduled Great Outdoors, Just outside the train

[ The beach fades away all at once, taking the cheery sunshine with it as evening hits all at once-- it melts away in a shower of sparkles as the familiar setting re-emerges. There are new stars in the sky above in clover pink, senna red, jasmine blue, and licorice violet.

Just before the beach disappears entirely, the bubbly voice speaks once more: ]

Wasn't that so much fun! You all rrrrrreally got to know each other, didn't you? Keep up the good work~!

[ If you had any alcohol in hand you still have it, otherwise everything from the trial is gone. ]

Comments

i'm sorry

[voreaciously]

Granted, I am not human, so it is different, however, technically speaking I have made you a necrophiliac. People tend to want to be informed of that. My apologies.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Perhaps the correct response to that isn't laughter, but that's what she's getting out of Crow. It's just too funny is the thing, it's too funny and maybe he should tell her but he'd have to stop laughing first. ]

[voreaciously]

Crow-han! I am serious! Cease your laughter this instant!

[gosh. gosh!11 she wants to flick or pull him, but he's the victim here, but he doesn't seem to really think so or something???]

I do not understand you at all.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He shakes his head, but it still takes another moment before the laughter subsides enough for him to talk. ]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry it's just-- everything else aside, it doesn't change anything. You're still you. Still moving, walking, talking. Even if you're dead-- even if you're undead. Whatever it is. Isn't the problem with necrophilia that corpses can't consent? Besides...

[voreaciously]

Besides...?

[bad_crowmance]

Besides....

[ The last hiccups of laughter escape from him and he glances at one of the twinkling violet stars. ]

....So am I.

[voreaciously]

...I see. I am sorry.

[She lets it hang in silence. He will not know it, but she doesn't need to process it much, it's mostly out of respect for his own secret, his own reveal.]

But something is different for you, you are properly alive now.

[He...is not like her, she has seen his internals enough to know.]

[bad_crowmance]

Am I...?

[ He still doesn't look away from the stars. ]

So, what's the difference?

lmk if this is okay/accurate

[voreaciously]

You may have died, but you are alive now. Properly, though there is a slight point of interest. I have seen your internals enough times to know, though. For a basis of comparison, I have dealt with and deal with various states of living or death in my work. However, I...

[She looks heavenward. What is she, anymore? What is it to be a shade? Undead? A spectre? A ghoul?]</small. I am complicated.

[bad_crowmance]

[ "A slight point of interest...?" He'll get to that later perhaps. ]

"Complicated," huh?

[ He's curious! But he's not gonna push too hard. ]

[voreaciously]

I could not tell you if I am meant to be some sort of spirit or...[she sighs]. I still retain a soul, the last I investigated, so I cannot be a zombie, but...

[perhaps the closest thing is a vampire but even then that is not quite right.]

I remain deceased. A facsimile. Incomplete. Simply...wrong.

[bad_crowmance]

[ "Simply wrong." He wonders, idly, how much of that is an accurate assessment and how much is 80H's garbage-tier self-esteem. But he'll be generous enough not to call her out on that. ]

Well, at least you're in good company. Naeva, Rean... I'm not saying your circumstances are anything like theirs, but it sounds like there's some stuff that's similar-- not quite alive anymore, but can you really be called properly dead if you're still around? The whole thing's pretty existential.

[voreaciously]

Yes, I can. I appreciate the philosophy, but I remember what it is to be alive some days and this is not...being dead has weakened me, to say the least.

[she isn't as strong and she's corrupted to hell and back, but she feels like--[ ]]

Please forgive me, I am complaining. It is not important.

[gonna drink dat wiiine]

[bad_crowmance]

It's okay to complain. Sometimes it helps to get it all out.

[ He shrugs loosely. ]

Or maybe it doesn't for you. That's fine too. But I'll listen if you want.

1/2

[voreaciously]

Thank you, but I will save it for when it really matters.

2/2

[voreaciously]

Like your stamina.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow can't help it, he laughs at that. ]

That is the most important part...!

[voreaciously]

[She hides a smile behind a sip of wine; really enjoys the sound of his laugh.]

I suppose I ought not complain too much. You do look quite charming when I have exhausted you.

[It's a funny thing to take ownership of, since she is normally embarrassed by it....]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He remembers her comment earlier on alcohol making her more sexually aggressive and wonders with idle amusement how much she's had to drink. ]

What a coincidence, I like being exhausted by you.

[voreaciously]

[It is so odd, so different, to have someone open to wanting that. Maybe it is his strong security of self or his hedonism--likely both--but he is markedly free of fronts, at least when it comes to her taking the reins. She would not dislike it if he had them or fought her--she does so like to bend and tease--but the novelty is refreshing, too.

She tries not to think of how different from Katsuki he is. She cannot think about Katsuki right now.

She moves to straddle his waist, though she does not rest her weight on him just yet, instead, her fingers reach underneath his shirt and prick his skin, murmuring exotic, echoing words against his lips that he should know by now.

Only then does she settle upon him and utters something else, a declaration that can only be called cursed.]

No touching.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Those are some incredibly cursed words alright and Crow can't help the way his eyes pop just a little at that. ]

No touching...?! You're asking for a lot here, you know that right?

[ Though despite the complaint he is complying for at least the moment, though his hands flex momentarily with the thought of groping her breasts in defiance. He enjoys taking control of a situation sometimes, enjoys completely dominating his partner-- but it's also really fun to just let go, to let them take control out of his hands entirely. He's not sure which one he's more in the mood for at the moment, but he's certainly not opposed to letting 80H try for now. ]

[voreaciously]

[80H's fingers slide into his hair, slow, sensual

before she grips it and tilts his head back. All pretense of gentleness has been dispensed with so she bites into his skin, sucking with every intention of leaving a very visible mark.

She draws back, the fingers sliding from his hair and instead along his cheek, his jawline.]

Behave.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He lets out a hiss when she pulls at his hair like that, but it trails off into an obscene moan as she bites and sucks at his neck. It's amazing-- or maybe, considering his libido, it's not a shock at all-- how easy he can go from zero to hard and wanting. He grins up at her as she tells him to behave. ]

Still think you're asking for a lot here.

[ The words come out as more of a purr this time, though. ]

[voreaciously]

You will listen.

[She says it with easy, casual confidence, like declaring that the sun will rise in the morning. Her fingertips continue to trace his face in a path known only to her, upward, inward, outward, downward committing to memory every line, dip and curve there. She could be truly blind in this moment wit how dedicated she is to seeing with her hands.

What can she say? He has a face worthy of study.]

Or...you will not.

[There is a marked lack of menace from her voice, nothing that promises dark and wicked things. What it is is a verbal shrug; he could take inches or miles with no consequence.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ It's that lack of menace that really sparks his interest-- is it a delicately laid trap, waiting for him to spring it and then she'd get her delicious revenge? Or was it really of no consequence to her, that he could break that rule she'd set forth and he'd see nothing for that trespass?

The curiousity eats away at him until his hands are wandering, moving to trace up her thighs and towards her hips. He was fascinated to see how she would react, if she would react. The anticipation was its own reward. ]