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[awakenerd]

Who: anyone
When: day 57, afternoon
Where: anywhere it's a mingle

[This is a mingle but there is a comment in a Chain Chat to the whole train!]

Rean: A while ago some of us were discussing a festival where every team puts on a production, game, booth, whatever, maybe based around team bonds or interests.

What do people think? Maybe it's a good time to to talk about it again?

[Feel free to discuss with each other! Or just mingle as usual.]

Comments

[overworker]

Th-that’s not—!

[It feels certain that she’s being teased and toyed with, almost worth the miscalculation of not considering her words better.

But it feels truly like her loss when 80H slows her fingers, Towa whimpering softly for the loss of movement.

She did not expect the thrill of being called Miss Herschel in a scenario like this, but the tingle of excitement is there, leaving her trembling with excitement, down to the way her voice pleads for forgiveness.]

Please... ahh— the mistake was mine. Please don’t stop—

[voreaciously]

My, so humble.

[She traces the shell of Towa's ear with her tongue before tugging it gently between her teeth, letting the skin slip between them and kissing the skin when it does.

At the same time, her fingers resume their pace. Their agonising, teasing pace. They keep her on the edge of possibility, never fulfilling, keeping her from realising just what lay beyond as they circle and dip inside. Her thumb still moves in sweet circles around her clit, but it was simply cruelty of another kind, giving her a better taste, but not enough to satisfy.]

You are so lovely like this. [She traces Towa's lips with her free hand, feels her hot breath against her digits.] Such a beautiful woman...

[overworker]

[The more she teases, with teeth and fingers and tongue, the more Towa comes unraveled. Her own fingers curl into 80H’s clothing, clinging to her; fingers clenching between soft, desperate gasps. But it is the teeth sliding from her ear as 80H teases her that elicits the greatest reaction.

When she moans, it is not softly— it is a sound that fills the room, without restraint. Her face is bright pink, but her will to hold back has snapped. For all that she seems soft there is also a part of her that yearns for that intensity. It doesn’t matter to her whether she’s treated with great care or with a rough, wild abandon.

80H’s words shake her to her core. They are words she disagrees with on principle— yet she is forced to feel the reality as her partner sees it and she feels beautiful.]

Even I can’t help but feel that way... when I’ve caught the attention of someone as gorgeous as you Miss 80H...

[voreaciously]

[It's difficult not to shush her, not to be thrown off her rhythm when she calls her "gorgeous". It simply is not true, and knowing that should have been enough to stop her from pursuing this...Towa should have someone truly beautiful, but she'll have to settle for what she has in the moment. The least 80H can do is please her.

She cannot help thinking it.

She steals a kiss from her, soft, sweet, borderline innocent, which makes for a cruel juxtaposition against the fingers that give, but never enough.]