imeeji_frontstage | i love the smell of BE=DE in the morning

Who: BAD END=DEAD END & you
Where: far enough away that the hotel is safe, close enough to be heard
When: Day 434, afternoon

[Wherever you are, your phone buzzes with the notification for a Live. Should you check the broadcast, it's just an overhead view of some anonymous building in the city. The roof is covered with a few mysterious dark boxes, as well as words spray-painted in red:

YOU'RE FUCKING WELCOME
VENGEANCE VENGEANCE VENGEANCE IN THE SEVENTHFOLD DEGREE !!!

In the distance, a few small figures dash away . . .

. . . Just as every single box EXPLODES with a very audible series of booms, throwing masses of brightly-colored paint splattering all over the remainder of the building, all the surrounding buildings and road, and probably any passersby within a couple blocks, too.

Also, the explosions collapse the entire roof and top floor of the building, sending paint-splattered rubble flying to the ground as well. Watch out!

The broadcast then helpfully zooms in on the paint-splattered culprits of this mayhem—the entirety of BAD END=DEAD END, who didn't quite manage to outrun their crimes.]

* * *

[If, for some reason, you don't check the broadcast—perhaps because you have more important things to do than watch every live that happens in this godforsaken city—then your day is interrupted by a series of distant, but very loud, explosions. Maybe you should check that out?]

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[ kisses his cheek. ]

[tugs on his bangs lightly with a huff]

...that's not much of a deterrent, Emmy. [ steps out of the elevator and onto wild city's floor, heading to his room, which looks like the arctic. there's fake snow everywhere and his bed is an actual cave; full of pillows and blankets. ]

It's a good thing I got you those warm clothes, ... [ because he opens up the door to this. ]

Hmph.

[effectively "if i were trying to deter you you would know"]

Was that the reason?

[ SO THAT MUST MEAN YOU LIKE IT. ]

No. But it's not a bad reason. [ a laugh. ] Winter's coming... so it'll be nice to have some practical clothing, don'tcha think? [ hops down into the snow and holds his arms out. ] c'Mon down!

[...

......

hops down '^']

[ catches! ] Do you really want to know about my relationship with your double?

[settles comfortably in his arms like sure this may as well keep happening]

I do.

[ going to head through the snow toward the cabin. he's not dressed for the cold, but it doesn't seem to bother him. he's also got his tails and ears, and those seem to keep him suitably warm. ] Anything in particular you'd like to know?

Are you intimate?

My oh my, Emmy, you act all shy and then you just come out and ask if we fuck huh?

I notably did not put it in those words.

You certainly put it nicer. We're intimate on occasion, yes. But our relationship is more than that. He means a lot to me, and I cherish him and what we have.

I thought that might be the case.

Is it not inappropriate to flirt such with me, then?

No. [ as soon as he reaches the cabin he sets him down, dusting him of some excess snow and heading toward the fire. ] I'm intimate with his fiance too.

But that's probably besides the point. My relationship with Emet-Selch is special, and it's not something I can have with anybody else. Even you, who is him. We've been through things together, done things together, and shared things together... and though you and I may experience some of the same it won't every be exactly the same.

[on his heels like a towering duckling.]

I see. So long as you understand your relationship with him should not transfer to me, that is fine then.

I hope you know that doesn't mean I'm going to stop flirting with you though.

Oh no, I thought as much.

Hahaha. Good. [ going to turn into a fox and burrow into the mess of pillows and blankets scattered around. ] Have you taken any memories yet?

[takes a seat in the nest.]

Only one. A memory of forgetting.

[ climbs into his lap. ] ...ah, I'm sorry. What a sour note to start on. I hope that if you do continue that your next memory is of something that spurs nothing but fond memories.

[pet the lil fox.]

It wasn't so bad. I was annoyed, certainly, but nothing worse than that. But thank you.

Memory roulette is the worst. And the song and dance we’re forced into to buy back parts of ourselves is especially annoying. [ nuzzles into his hand. ] I only have a few memories… would you like to see one?

Certainly, if you do not mind.

Let's see... [ takes out his phone and shows him this and this. ]

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