Pretty Pretty Princess: Redux

[enterstageleft]

Who: Those Who Play Games
Where: The Game Tower
When: Day 300

[ Today you step out of the elevators and into the game room to find yourselves in an airy Grand Ballroom. Maybe, if you've been here long enough--you might recognize this room?

At the front of the room is a buffet table featuring finger sandwiches, petit fours, and savory pastries as well as a variety of small desserts complemented by bottoms-up turned teacups and steaming hot kettles set up for self-serve. From nowhere to be seen comes the sound of instruments playing. Up above, tethered to the ceiling, are what appear to be long curtains. …

The small, square tables feature place cards that as of yet are mysteriously empty, but other than that--there is nothing on the table. Those who have walked in and might prefer to walk out again will find they are mysteriously barred from exiting…. ]


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Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[HUFFS]

I don't do ordinary.

Or predictable.

[Even as he's still tugging King to the FiN dorms via their interlaced hands]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Innocently as he's dragged inside: ]

You could add pyrotechnics for flare?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I'm fairly certain injuring your bedmate in a non-kinky is a party foul.

[Heading straight to Intensity's room?




Heading straight to Intensity's room.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Heading straight to Intensity's room. ]

I didn't say to blow me up.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then what's the point of pyrotechnics if you're not going to use them dangerously?

[puzzlekeeper]

Did you start blowing up the audience at your tournaments after I left?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Guess you'll never know because you weren't there.

[Does a holographic stunt of crashing a plane into a stadium count?]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ HE KNOWS YOU WENT OFF THE DEEP END ]

So the answer is either "yes," or you don't remember but probably still "yes."

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[As he shoves King toward the bed]

Flesh is just a prison for the soul.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ King's arm immediately shoots around Intensity's waist so that Intensity is being dragged with him. ]

So you keep saying.

I don't think there's any harm in appreciating the flesh a little, though.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[And down they go]

Yes.

I suppose yours will do.

[puzzlekeeper]

Funny. I was thinking of yours.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Pinning King down by his shoulders]

You'd have to be on top for that.

[puzzlekeeper]

Have I ever told you you put far too much stock into who's on top?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Enough that I'm expecting you to try and flip our positions.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Smirks, sinking further into the bed. ]

No. I'm comfortable.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Good. You're learning.

[As if he wasn't the one that was trained here.

And he removes his hands from King's shoulders so he can also sink down and coil around him.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Getting Intensity to do exactly what you want him to while making him think it was his idea is Kaiba Wrangling 101.

King just loops his arms around him smugly ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[How to train your Intensity.

But he is just the right amount of exhausted from the last - well, three games now - to want to do nothing but curl up around King, chin resting on top of his head. And do blissfully nothing except listen to the steady sound of his breathing]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ . . . Cute.

King sighs a little, letting his eyes fall closed. ]

That bad, huh?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

This last game? No.

But the rest has been a lot.

[puzzlekeeper]

I know God's game was . . .

[ yeah. ]

But you didn't enjoy being a dragon for a day?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He blushes all the way to his ears and sputters:]

I can't believe you'd ask me that.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Okay, that earns a chuckle ]

Just checking.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

We lost a few FiNs.

[Said neutrally as he tucks a lock of hair behind King's ear]

And none to graduation.