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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[ for whatever little it may be worth, if asked he'd insist that his swipes at himself here had been playful deference, in reclaiming an easy dynamic that they'd enjoyed. ]

Ah, huhhh, that's true, isn't it? [ though his tone almost implies he didn't already know, that he did not, in fact, understand perfectly well what he'd been trying to do by juxtaposing sweets with physical touch, with intimacy. if there is any doubt that this too is spoken for effect, to relish in the moment rather than earnest surprise, he's confident that the laughter that follows will clear it.

he pulls her head in against his chest, combing through her hair to straighten it back out. it may not be enough to do this to make either of them truly presentable again, but it's a start. ]

Maybe we both needed it. [ after all that misery, that game, he won't say, unwilling to risk welcoming the re-entry of guilt and regret so soon. her show, he rules. no brooding: he's trying.

he'll not only allow the kiss, he'll chase her lips and remain close, pulling away just enough to let either of them speak and no more. ]

With all that in mind, I uh. [ another little laugh, airy, pleasantly drowsy. ] I think I can commit to letting my imagination run wild on purpose. [ at current, he'd like to imagine they could stay like this a while longer, for all that he knows that they will have to piece themselves back together. ]

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[ She chuckles, warm and low, at his light teasing; of course he knew what he was doing, which makes it that much better. Being wanted is a salve for a great deal with her, it would seem they have that in common. She'll add it to the growing list (they need more that got on the "good stuff" side). ]

[ Resting her forehead against his, she does her best to keep him close, not that there seems to be much worry of him pulling away. For the most part she finds foreplay the more satisfying part of sex, a matter of her hunting instincts surely, except for kissing -- that, afterwards, she could do for hours if someone permitted her, lazy and aimless. They haven't that sort of time here and this isn't the locale if they had, but for another few moments if he'll indulge her, she'd keep him right where they are. ]

I'll look forward to that, then. [ Unsurprising to everyone she kisses him again, leveraging her hold on his shoulders to press against him, reluctant to give in to the world around them that will beckon them apart soon enough. What pieces of her skin he managed to bare before they lost themselves feel much warmer against him, despite his cooler temperature. ]

[ You have to be at least a little impressed that she hasn't made for the dessert plates yet. ]

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[ they certainly need more things to tip the scales in their favor in a world where so much exists completely out of their control. he tucks a few more strands of dark hair behind her ear, smoothing them into place to better view her eyes, his own still bleary and partially-lidded.

although he recognizes the need for motion eventually and knows the moment will come where he has to wear his tempered expression while trying to ward off the idle current of anxiety for that earring, that which turns his stomach, makes him sick and weary and feverish when it isn't impeding his movement, for now he'll indulge. he can grant himself this, and he can justify that it isn't for him alone.

he is in no hurry, trailing a hand from her bare shoulder to her neck. ]

Sure. Just give me five... [ five? he can allow himself more than that, can't he? ] Ahh, maybe ten more minutes to just... have this without it.

[ no thoughts, no plans, simply moving to meet her slow kisses with lazy, pleasantly sleepy ones of his own, laughing breathlessly again against her lips. ] I'm definitely not allowed to take a nap here... but I would if I could.

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[ Her eyes are bright and dancing behind the fringe of hair he pushes back, duly charmed by how indolent he is. Definitely in no hurry to rush to the edge of this tapering euphoria. ]

Curling up for a while would be nice. [ She's not quite tired, more like energized, but in a pleasantly idle way rather than her characteristic restlessness. Shedding the rest of these clothes and just resting with him sounds pretty great, but there are the matters of all these desserts and the other people she's planning to seduce tonight. ] But failing that, you can have as many minutes as you like. [ Rushing through afterglow is torment, in her humble opinion. ]

[ His kiss, his laugh, the short breath, it's all incredibly becoming; she offers him an approving, affectionate smile when they part enough to manage it. Her hands, never wanting to still for long, find the back of his neck and shoulders, aimlessly working out any tension they find. ]