Karaoke bar mingle, Day 433 evening

[sangreine]

Who: Alizarin, Lupine, Venti, and AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE
Where: Karaoke Bar, Pasela Resort
When: Day 433, evening

[ At the karaoke bar, the rooms are decorated in the style of LiliS, SensitIV, ☆Zrael, Wild City, Avante, and HSS as the "winners" of the latest horrifying game, dubious though the title is.  A group is gathering there in search of some mutual comfort after these recent, trying days, with plans for lots of drinks, songs, and plenty of cuddles for whoever wants them -- won't you join them? ]

[ A handwritten sign just at the entrance reads: ]

Rules: 
1. No brooding
2. Anyone wanting to engage in "improper behavior" must get permission from Suou Tsukasa

[ -- that last one is probably just a dig at the poor boy for attempting to moralize to immortals, but do with it as you like. ]

[ Everyone who was at Ideal Worlds endgame, knows the three party planners, is in their units, or just heard about this shindig through the robust hell grapevine should consider themselves invited!  In fact, you might have been dragged against your will -- they are a rather incorrigible bunch, after all. ]

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[sangreine]

[ It only takes a few blinks for her smile to be back in place. No use brooding over something she can't even remember, and even if there was some use, there's Rule #1 to consider. ]

Consider this a stamp of approval! [ Reaching over to kiss his cheek where he suggested the toppings might go ]

[ends]

[ sees that, recognizes that. knows it well. wants to apologize, but... her show, her rules. he'll have to find another way to. ]

Wow, a rush request! Must've been high priority.

[ he leans in a little closer, using his hand to shield his face from the nebulous "others" (there's nobody around but it's a thing he does, it's fine). ]

I have another. An addendum. [ he taps her cheek next. ]

[sangreine]

[ Giggling at his antics, goodness he's adorable sometimes (most of the time, when they're not engaging in that actual melodrama they tend to fall into). ]

Hmm, let me ask the boss.

[ Tapping her mouth with one finger while she pretends to debate his 'request' ]

Granted! But don't push your luck.

[ends]

Okay, but now— clarification needed.

[ he sets his free hand on his hip, looking up and away as though this is a very, very serious matter he needs to deliberate over.

then taps her cheek, then her lips, where she'd been touching them "thoughtfully" too. ]

Which one? [ he's maintaining a pretty deadpan, serious expression, minus the faintest hint of a smile in his eyes. ]

[sangreine]

[ Laughing openly, both at his Very Serious Consideration and at her for not realizing what she was doing with her mouth. Habits and all that. ]

Really, you have to ask? If you're going to do something, be thorough.

[ends]

Going through the proper channels, so.

[ he drops the act, taps her lips. ]

Yes. And now we can tell Tsukasa that we were very proper and respectable about due process.

[sangreine]

Yes, do be sure and explain it with a perfectly straight face. And maybe record it.

[ This probably classes as actual bullying at this point but Kasa did try to lecture two immortals about their virtue, he was asking for this responsibility. ]

[ends]

I'll do the first one, at least. The second depends on if I'm letting him escort me around or not.

[ gentle manipulation in the name of being kind to Tsukasa and helping him feel like a good knight? no, never. ]

Shh. That's our secret.

[sangreine]

Don't be alarmed, but I think you might be incredibly wonderful. [ Because honestly, that's so damn sweet she could just melt. But she won't, because she's the devil on the shoulder of this particular occasion. ]

He's a good kid. Which is why we need to give him a hard time, at least a little.

[ends]

He likes it, so I don't want to... [ crush his dreams, his spirit, even if Suou Tsukasa is a ridiculous person. he looks aside a little, clearing his throat. ]

Of course we do. Better he gets it in a controlled way, right? If it was a real assault, it'd go a lot differently.

[ ways to drive Kitsu to murder if he must: hurt his people. ]

[sangreine]

[ Luckily for Kitsu, he is spared her response by their arrival at the place to procure honey toast! She looks like she might leap out of her skin. ]

What'd you say before, a rainbow? That's what we need.

[ends]

Yeah, one of each color! Uhh, extra whipped cream too. Right? ... And the all-you-can-eat service, too.

[sangreine]

Right! [ Good thing he learns fast! ] And some boxes to take some back to our friends. [ Because trust that she will stay here and eat for hours, and that is not the plan. ]

[ends]

And one extra to smear around.

[ it's fine, they can use whip and the things in this honey toast! the sweet glaze and ice cream or what have you. ]

[sangreine]

[ an absolutely impish look at that request; sure they planned to mess around, but a whole extra one -- she does love when Kitsu gets motivated. ]

[ She just drapes all over his side while they wait for this obnoxiously huge order, but when the food comes -- well, her priorities shift a little. The bouncy delight of dessert!Aliza is back! ]

This is exactly what I needed! Like I said, you're the absolute best.

[ends]

[ Kitsu does not like much about himself. most people with any desire to observe can probably tell, but in this instance? he'd agree. he likes when he's motivated.

it means that he can be, that he can feel it. and there's that criminally gigantic order that probably made some faceless demon feel something else, like "why is this my life there are going to be SO MANY THINGS TO CLEAN aaaaAAAAHHHH—"

Kitsu's going to try not to think too hard about that (he probably can't help them anyway?) and instead hugs around her side in turn, picking out a blue honey toast for himself. ]

Alright, alright, we'll put this down as "one of our good ideas," how's that?

[sangreine]

Fine, if you insist on sharing credit. [ She so does not care about credit right now. ]

[ Predictably, she grabs a red one, and immediately scoops up a dollop of whipped cream with her finger and plops it right on Kitsu's cheek, where he so officially declared fair game. ]

[ Then she's going to take a giant bite of this lovely confection while he contemplates what he's done by encouraging her. ] Mmm, this is great.

[ends]

I told you, I'm a fan of sharing.

[ what he's done is create something great. swiping a little bit of the honey syrup drizzled over the dessert, he dabs a spot on her cheek, then a tap to her lips, followed by a bit of whipped cream stuck over the top.

might as well make it an extra treat! be thorough! but, knowing how she is, he won't make her linger too long with sweets on her lips. with his free hand combing through her hair, he's quickly leaning in to lick the syrup and cream free, and to finish off with a proper kiss. ]

[sangreine]

[ As she said, he's great when he's motivated. The sound she makes when he licks at her is close to a whimper, and she outright groans into that kiss, dropping her spoon onto her plate with a neat ting because this is one of the few things that'll get her to wait a second before eating more. Look, at this point it can't be surprising that she has a sweets kink. Use this power only for good. ]

[ He's stuck as the voice of restraint here, her head's a little fuzzy. ]

[ends]

[ he doesn't often feel impressed with much that he does, but the tiny, dusty flicker of confidence in him responds to he abandoning sweets in favor of doing this. (yes!) funny, the pressure of their lips together smeared some of the whipped cream aside, requiring him to tip his head to lap it away, curving it back towards her lips to continue what they'd started.

it's gentle, but he tugs at her hair, wishing he'd had the foresight to set the dessert down before diving in. ah, well. one less hand to work with. he'll grant himself another minute of this before he worries about that, nipping her bottom lip. ]

[sangreine]

[ What's it do for his confidence when she absolutely melts against him, sliding her arms over his shoulders, already panting when he shifts to take care of the cream on her cheek? Good things, one hopes. If he manages to catch a glance at her lidded eyes as she turns her head to seek his mouth again, they're not a glowing red, but a darkened auburn -- not hunting now, just helplessly eager. ]

[ Put down the plate and take responsibility for this :| ]

[ends]

[ good things indeed! after tugging at her hair, he takes a quick moment to stroke her hair and appreciate her expression, the hunger without the huntress behind it for a moment (though he'd never dream of turning the huntress in her away either, naturally).

it's a good thing there are nearby end tables; he nudges her backwards, encouraging without forcing to get her against the wall, to give him the freedom to set aside that pesky plate and focus on her more completely.

the food's nearby if he needs it. for now, he swipes some of the cream from his cheek, poking his finger to the corner of his lips, trying to keep them firmly laced into this. ]

[sangreine]

[ She's not entirely aware of being led backwards until her shoulders hit the wall and she gasps, more from his encouragement than surprise. Pinned like a butterfly spread for the mounting board, and clearly delighted about it, if a hint off-kilter since she's far more accustomed to being the provocateur in this scenario. Absolutely no complaints, however; she trusts him not to push too far (and if he tries, she's not incapable of pushing back, just -- she doesn't especially want to just now). ]

[ If there was any doubt about the state of her, the impatient whine she makes when he adds that cream to his mouth should neatly resolve it; or the greedy way she moves to get at it while sacrificing as little of his mouth as possible; or the way she clutches at his hair and shirt, wild at the fringes. ]

[ Damn but she likes when he gets a spark of confidence. With any luck he'll keep it up a while. ]

[ends]

[ he is nothing if not attentive to the needs of others, and he is confident in nothing if not that. she might feel him smile, the curve of his lips against hers sweet as the dessert between them. given her positive response, Kitsu leans over again to swipe more still of that dessert, trailing a clean finger down her neck only to switch it once he reaches her chest, trailing a curving line of cream and syrup.

giving her hair another tug, he speaks to her against her lips, moving to nudge a leg against her thighs. not a press, not a pin and not force, but the idle tease of implication. he's here, when she is. ]

I know the overseer likes a thorough job, but consider this my formal request to take down the decorations [ he hooks his pinky on her corset to tug at it, ] so that I can do that. [ he ends with another nip at her lips, leaving his hands where they are: one at her top, the other raking through her hair. ]

[sangreine]

[ Feeling him smile makes her do the same, but it's lost to a sharp gasp when he makes a sweet trail down her chest, tugs at her clothing. His boldness would be gratifying enough on it's own -- but her legs shift so his thigh is between hers, so there's definitely more she's after. A boned corset can't just be tugged down, the baleen is flexible enough to mold to her body, but it's far too structured to move like normal fabric. Fortunately for both of them there's no need to fiddle with the back lacings; the one she's wearing has a front busk that's easily opened. She flips open the top fastening to demonstrate, and grins at him between kisses, despite her breathlessness. ]

Granted. Now find better things to do with that mouth then ask silly questions. [ She's delaying her dessert for this (in a way), so make it worth it if you please. ]

[ Being Kitsu, he follows instructions very well, and because this isn't their first go-round, because of the other, less physical moments of intimacy they've shared, the way they connect is fascinating, and perfect, soft moans interspersed with laughter. Playing with the sweets and the half-dressed whirlwind don't hurt, either -- nothing is better than being so consumed in another person that the world shrinks down to just this one moment. After the game yesterday, it seems they both needed a moment of uncomplicated, unexpected joy. ]

[ When he at last sets her down, both of them ruffled and short-winded, she slides her arms around him and nuzzles against his neck. She'd like just a moment before they set their clothes right -- some things are worth delaying dessert for. ] You're just full of brilliant ideas tonight.