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You've seen this before. The thought strikes suddenly, during whatever it is you were doing. Having an important conversation? Running away from home? Dying in the midst of a fierce battle? Where ever you are, one things is true: you're certain this isn't the first time you've lived through this. But upon realizing this, that's when it happens. Like someone hitting rewind on the VCR, you're back where you were ten minutes ago. And it happens again. And again. And again--Until finally, something is different. A door stands in front of you. Will you go through it? Nothing else seems to be working, so this might be your only chance.
Upon opening the door and heading inside, a strange feeling overwhelms you. It's comforting and warm, like being enveloped in a soft, heavy blanket. You hear a voice murmuring in your ear, but it's unintelligible.
And in the next moment, you've appeared in a laboratory, surrounded by the unfamiliar yet worried faces of people in lab coats, speaking in a foreign language that doesn't sound so foreign to you anymore.
Nanjikan Research Laboratory
There isn't much time to process what's happening before characters are ushered out of the arrival room. They're passed between a medical and a psychiatric team, checking them for injuries and psychological trauma. Their every need is met: food is offered, injuries are tended to, and questions are answered. "You're in the Eastern Kingdom of Nippon on a planet called Gaia," they explain. "You were brought here because you became aware of the timeloop... we'll explain everything."
Orientation Nanjikan Research Lab, Tokyo
Everyone is brought to a large auditorium, where dozens of other people looking similarly out of place are seated around them. The scientists and doctors from before file on stage, thoroughly explaining the situation. What they experienced back home was a timeloop. While the loops in their home worlds are smaller and likely to resolve on their own, the fact that such a small amount of time is being repeated is what makes them so dangerous for those who become aware of it. And they've been working around the clock in collaboration with the neighboring Western Kingdom, checking adjacent universes for others who've become aware. While the technical explanations may go over the heads of most, that's not the reason they were all brought together like this.
And they continue to explain: their own world was trapped in a year long loop for decades, if not longer. Through the use of an ancient form of bonding magic, they bound their world to the present flow of time, allowing it to progress past the timeloop. Or at least, that's how they thought it worked. In truth, Kizuna is very powerful reality-warping magic. And thanks to the powerful bond all refugees now share with the country of Nippon, the magic surrounding them will only continue to evolve.
Until they find the means of resuming the flow of time back in your home world, the refugees will just have to make due with this one. But not to worry, because Nippon is fully committed to taking care of everyone!
A Place to Call Home Tokyo, Kanto
Once orientation is over, characters will be allowed to choose housing in both Kyoto and Tokyo, enabling them the means of easily living between both Kingdoms if they please. These housing options will be fully paid for by the government of Nippon, with the NRL and MRU providing a stipend for food expenses in Tokyo and Kyoto respectively.
In lieu of providing transportation, all refugees will be granted an unlimited rail pass that they can use to travel all across Nippon! Thankfully, express routes connecting Tokyo and Kyoto will be running at all times of day, allowing refugees to freely travel between the Eastern and Western Kingdoms as they please. While this TDM and its prompts are focused on the Eastern Kingdom, you are welcome to have your character arrive in the Western Kingdom instead.
In Nihonbashi, the lingering rainy season means the streets are consistently rather wet, causing an increase in accidents as people slip and slide all over the place. Which is dangerous enough on any busy street, but Nihonbashi is completely elevated, with only waterways and the streets of Shitaya below. Thankfully some areas are equipped with nets to prevent people from getting seriously injured, but even so, refugees might just find themselves being called over to help pull someone out from the water!
Things are a little more frustrating over in Little Edo, where some streets have become so waterlogged, they've actually flooded. None of the flooding is too bad, but some refugees might be unfortunate enough to wake up and find a little pond has formed in the genkan, causing their shoes to float away! Better hope your neighbors are proficient in Mizu magic to get rid of all this water!
And over in Yoshiwara's dorms, predictably, the ceiling leaks. Which wouldn't be such a big deal if the rooms were big enough to place a bucket or two. As it is, many should expect to wake up with a soggy futon. Thankfully, certain rooms seem to be entirely unaffected, so refugees will just have to share those rooms until repairs can be done! Just think of it like a bonding exercise.
NRL Time Refugee Support Network
Once they've received their housing assignment, all refugees will be given small handheld devices called magi-tech communicators, or magi-comms for short. They're heavier than a conventional smartphone would be, but far sturdier, and powered by the ambient magic that flows through the city. Now available with limited sepia-tone color, and video cameras! They don't need to be charged, but they won't work outside of cities at all. Upon booting it up, they'll find a message linking them to a special channel for refugees.
#nrl_time_refugee_support - online
All refugees who see this message will receive a giftbox of Japanese snacks delivered to one of their residences. Strangely, it's not a snack that exists anywhere in Nippon, so this is the only way they'll be able to try Pocky!
Use the following code for your top-level if you'd like! This is how network communication will look for characters in the game until more advanced magi-tech comms become available for characters.
Tanabata Festival
As the new month rolls over, most of the refugees have now physically recovered from last month's ordeal, in which a criminal organization from the Western Kingdom held over 100 refugees hostage for nearly a week. Most of the criminals were caught, but the scars of the incident still linger, with many refugees feeling uncomfortable in public and wary of the native population.
In response to this, the people of Tokyo wanted to do something for the refugees, to let them know the majority of the people in Nippon absolutely love and appreciate them. And Tanabata is the perfect time for such an occasion!
The Wish Weaver Nihonbashi, Tokyo
According to legend, back before Nippon was two distinct kingdoms, a human empress by the name of Orihime fell in love with Himeboshi, the Princess of a distant Yokai clan. Aware that bonds between Human and Yokai were forbidden, Orihime attempted to elope with Himeboshi. But she was caught, and Himeboshi was exiled to the furthest reaches of Nippon. Orihime is said to have wept endlessly, and soon, the people began praying for her happiness. Through the power of their bond, the wishes of the people came true, and Orihime's tears became a long river, which Himeboshi was able to follow to reunite with her. For this reason, Tanabata is held at the end of the rainy season, when Orihime's tears have dried and Himeboshi can safely follow the river to return to her side.
Clearly the legend is a little different from what some refugees might be familiar with, and many natives insist there's historical precedent for it being true. In any case, on Tanabata, it's customary for people to make wishes and hang those wishes on stalks of bamboo. While many make wishes for their own happiness, wishes made for the sake of others are said to have a higher possibility of coming true.
All around Tokyo, little displays of bamboo can be found set up on nearly every corner, where people have been writing wishes on rice paper and hanging them on the bamboo. Refugees are sure to notice just how many of these wishes are explicitly for the sake of others, with the bulk of them focused on wishing for the refugees health and healing. But actual wish granting isn't unfamiliar to many refugees by now, as incidents of wishes coming true have been reported since as early as January. And this month is no exception, with one important detail: any wishes read out loud by a refugee will eventually come true, in one way or another. This effect will only last until the festival's end on the 8th, by which time rumors will begin to circulate about the refugees holding some sort of sacred power.
Fire Flower Tokyo Outskirts, Tokyo
Tanabata is a bit wetter than usual this year, but that isn't stopping people from enjoying the brief sun breaks that occur throughout the month. One week in particular sees crowds headed for the Tokyo Outskirts, the name used to describe the flooded region between Tokyo and Yokohama. Once a bustling and busy city, a time surge caused the land to abruptly shift hundreds of years ago, well before it was understood what time surges were. The result is a large expanse of water that stretches like a river through Kanto, connected to much of the flooded areas up north.
Over the years, the artificial Tama Beach was built just south of Little Edo, allowing for some sandy shores. Here, small stalls selling fireworks can be found, which are all offering special deals for refugees. They mostly sell just sparklers and the occasional ground dancer, but one firework in particular has an interesting effect. They're small, slow burning fireworks that take the form of a small fire flower held on the end of a thin string. As it burns, the petals fall based on random timing. And this timing is what inspired a game: The first one to lose all their petals has to tell an embarrassing story!
Refugees may find themselves being corralled into playing this game with children and young adults alike, eager to share their culture and maybe get a funny story out of it. But they should be careful, because while most flowers burn red, those that burn blue burn much faster, and come with a small truth-telling spell to encourage honesty. Just make sure to keep the stories G rated if playing with local kids.
Bamboo Wishes Tokyo Outskirts, Tokyo
On July 7th, the Tanabata Festival begins properly, with festival food and games set up along the Tama Beach. Those who attend are encouraged to wear their brightest kimono, to match the colorful strips of paper used to make wishes. But this year is very special, as for the first time in a very long time, the emperors of the East and Western kingdoms are set to make a symbolic appearance together on a ship crossing the Tama canal, in honor of Orihime and Himeboshi's reunion.
As such, the crowds are larger than usual this year, with a higher number of Yokai attendees than ever seen in Tokyo. With this in mind, security at the festival is much stronger, with Exorcists from the West in attendance to prevent any suspicious magic or spell activity. Powerful Yokai magic users, the Exorcists are the Western equivalent to the East's various Hunter clans, specializing in taming dangerous beasts and ayakashi. While taking their job very seriously, many have also brought familiars to entertain the crowds, including a strange nekomata with an odd, bus-like appearance, allowing passengers to go on high-speed rides bounding across the tops of buildings and trees. Care to take a ride? They promise he doesn't bite!
The festival runs late, well until midnight, when all the bamboo wishes around Tokyo are collected and brought to the water. Here, the bamboo is sliced and cut in half, creating little boats for stacks of paper wishes to sit on. The paper is lit with a match, and the boats are sent out into the water, creating a beautiful display of hundreds of little lights that slowly flicker out as the paper and bamboo burns together. Refugees will be asked to set out the first boats, with the hope that their wishes are granted.
But come the end of the night, only Katsuragi-no-mikoto, emperor of the West, will be seen briefly aboard the royal vessel, looking a bit forlorn as he waves to the people on the beach. Were they not able to meet after all?
OOC Notes
Welcome to Jikan's July TDM! The TDM is considered game canon, and also serves as the intro log! That said, whether you choose to carry threads over to the game or not is up to you!
• Current players are more than welcome to top-level, or take prompts from the TDM and use for their own logs! This may change in the future depending on how busy TDMs become.
• CRAU characters may start regaining their CRAU memories one month after the TDM. However, vague feelings of familiarity are allowed between previous game CR! For more on this, please read the FAQ!
• You do not need to sign-up for housing! Choose whichever style you prefer. Roommates can be chosen by the characters or can be random. If you want to switch housing later, your character has the option of moving at the beginning of each month.
• For current players apping a second character, you have the option to have your character join the game by being wished into existence during Tanabata through the power of Kizuna. These characters will be encouraged to visit the NRL immediately to be examined. They will remember a time loop, but will not remember seeing a door, instead appearing in Tokyo after hearing the wishing-character's voice calling to them. How they appear is up to you, so feel free to get creative or silly!
Please leave any questions about the TDM prompts in the thread below! General game questions can be directed to the FAQ!
Apps are always open!
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Admittedly, he's been around a few times. Even before coming to this world he'd slept with his fair share of women, quick one-offs that were just two people chasing after their own pleasure selflessly. Coming here he'd had his first experience with another man, but that was still only just a few drops in the bucket in comparison. ]
I suppose we're in the same boat, then. [ Childe hums, and hooks a finger in the hem of Shell's white shorts to tug at them casually. ]
If you don't like something I do, just tell me. Also... [ His gaze lingers on the faint discoloration of skin where he'd sunk his teeth into Shell's neck and he recalls the reaction that had garnered. ] We don't have to do this. No pressure. I hope you don't think me desperate enough I have to force myself onto someone.
[ There's the light drag of fingernails across Shell's stomach as he contemplates saying the next thing. ]
... You like a little pain with it too, don't you?
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I'll tell you. I-I... [He seems to think on that for a moment, before continuing, sound more sure of himself.] I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't want to-- with you.
[That last part is an important distinction. With anyone else, he wouldn't even be considering this. But Childe... well, he's certainly the person Shell feels closest with here. And it's not like he can jut sit here and claim that he hasn't thought about something like this happening.]
[The nails over his stomach cause him to suck in a sharp breath, letting it out with a shudder. It was pretty obvious, huh? But... maybe it was fine to talk about? Childe didn't know about vampires, or the strict expectations his society imposed on them. He wasn't "abnormal" here. He was just kinky, and evidently, that was okay here.]
...y-yeah. I... like it a lot, actually.
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Perhaps it's a little telling that the Hydro Vision glows again, where it rests on his belt, but maybe Shell will be too distracted to notice that. Childe treats him with something like firm care, not too rough but not the sort of casual indifference reserved for one-night stands or hookups. It's probably a testament to how their friendship has grown over the few times they've spent together.
The sound of water formulating somewhere in the air behind Shell rings too-loud in the room, and it's then that Childe moves to kiss him again, a quick peck on the lips as his fingers thread through his hair. ]
I'll rely on you to get me ready. [ He murmurs, and once he's pulled away he presses down on Shell's head, shifting out of the way and leaving it up to the blond to adjust himself. ] Get on your knees. Head down, ass up.
cw smut btw.... belatedly
[Which unfortunately (???) for Childe is also going to up the ante on how strong those pheromones are. While the scent isn't the sort to be overpowering in the same way a strong perfume would be, the stronger smell means it's really impossible for no effect to come from it. And much like back in the locker room when Shell's own emotions were conveyed through the scent, the same will be true here.]
[As if Childe really needed something to make him hornier...]
[Looking perhaps a bit too excited, Shell complies, lowering his head as he gets on his hands and knees. It's such a humiliating pose, being exposed like this -- but that feeling of shame only excites him further.]
Like this?
i can't believe we're smutting on the tdm
He's never been one for floral scents, especially not ones as overpowering as this (in Snezhnaya, there was hardly warmth and light enough for things to grow, and the feeling of cold biting at your face far outweighed everything else), but there's something about it specifically that's making it hard to think. He's painfully aware of how hard he is, an unmistakable strain in the fabric of his pants, and as Shell lowers his head Childe works in tandem to push him down, until the blond's nose nestles at the fabric over his crotch.
He probably should have asked Shell what sort of experience he had in these sorts of matters. But his mouth is far too pretty not to use - a thought which he's unsure is his own or a result of the horny brought about by the pheromones - and his fingers knead and stroke through Shell's hair in appreciation before they've even begun. ]
Just like that. Beautiful.
[ Childe will be nice - he knows his pants are a nightmare to navigate on a good day - and he reaches down with his other hand to deftly unfasten and pull open his belt, followed closely after by the zipper of his pants. It almost rings too-loud in the room and, the moment he feels cold air hit his dick he lets out a sharp hiss at the stimulation. But it doesn't deter him, and he gently frames the girth of his cock before prodding it against Shell's lips. ]
You know what to do, right?
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[His eyes widen at the sight of Childe's cock, and on reflex, he finds himself licking his lips. He's only really done this once, but-- it was a pretty memorable experience. And one he'd certainly like to try again.]
[He parts his lips and draws his tongue over the head of his cock, getting a taste of it -- before leaning forward and taking it into his mouth. There's an odd thrill to all of this. In a weird way -- all those negative feelings about whether doing this with someone who wasn't One are making the situation as a whole more exciting. But he'd probably never admit that--]
[Trying to be mindful of his fangs, he's careful as he pushes forward, taking his cock deeper into his mouth and groaning around him. And all the while, those pretty green eyes flicker up at Childe, trying to gauge his reaction.]
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But he's not that selfish, not with someone he's got a passing affection for, and the Vision clipped to his belt glows even brighter against his face.
From here he can see the way Shell's propped his ass up, as commanded, and when the blond takes him that much more deeper Childe groans and pulls at his hair sharply to urge him up. Not enough to pop off his cock, but enough that the Harbinger can quickly close the distance between them with a sinuous roll of his hips, forcing the blond's nose against his crotch again and burying his cock somewhere deep inside his throat.
Behind Shell, Childe can see the tendrils of shimmering, twisting water join together, coalescing into one single appendage. Shell will feel the press of cold Hydro slide up against his thighs before it passes, teasingly, over his entrance. There's only a light pressure at first and the sensation of constantly shifting waves, then the tentacle pulls back into a curl and starts probing inside of him with a wiggle and a wet squelch. ]
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[But that just means he's caught off-guard all the more when he feels something moving up his leg. There's an attempt at a sound of surprise, but it's too muffled to be understood. It's not until he feels it pushing inside him that he realizes what it must be -- his groans around Childe's cock growing more urgent the deeper that tentacle of water pushes inside him.]
[He's never experienced anything like this before, already so over stimulated that he feels like he could come any second. He tries to shift back against the tentacle, but seeing as that only brings him further from Childe's cock, he seems torn on which one to choose.]
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The great thing about water and, especially, being a Vision user is that there's so much of it. At Shell's insistence it spreads him just a little wider, rippling to the tip and thickening out at the base as it eases inside him insistently, the ever-churning, ever twisting tendril granting him additional friction on his insides the more it slips into him.
The pulse and ripple of the water is practically a pistoning motion, and before Shell can get accustomed to being penetrated in both ends Childe's pulling his hips back and fucking in, cock gliding over the blond's tongue before he bottoms out and plunges into his throat. ]
Better? [ Childe's voice is a hiss of a laugh, but there's unmistakable affection in the word all the same. ] Do you want it bigger? Longer? [ Regardless of Shell's acquiescence, the tendril inside him starts to lengthen and thicken, crawling even deeper inside of him every time it pulls out and plunges back in. ]
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[He can't reply -- especially not with Childe fucking into his throat like this. But his groans grow ever louder, more desperate, as his hands find their way to cling to Childe's thighs for support. Is it any wonder he doesn't last? With tears stinging in his eyes, his moans reach a peak as a muffled cry is squeezed out sound Childe's cock. He comes hard, spilling onto the floor as he tightens up around the watery appendage inside him.]
[But even after he comes, there's no attempt to push off or stop him. But he does swallow around Childe's cock, as if trying to draw out his orgasm as all.]
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At the front, Childe takes control of Shell's relatively docile state and threads both hands through his hair, now, sliding around the cradle the back of his head and hold him in place for the series of harsh, insistent thrusts he delivers into Shell's moaning mouth. The steady ooze of pre-cum over the man's tongue is telling, as is the way he throbs inside of him every time his hips stutter and he ends up jamming the tip of his cock against the back of his throat, like he's trying to get to fuck into it.
It only takes a few more thrusts before he actually does, and hopefully Shell doesn't have much of a gag reflex because Childe goes for it again, and again, ensuring the way he's cradling the blond's head keeps him even and steady throughout the rough treatment. He fucks into his mouth like a man possessed, and it's only when the steady, sloppy sounds of Shell swallowing around him devolve into a wet suction that Childe hilts himself in to the root and cums with a low groan and a swear of something distinctly foreign.
His dick twitches with every strand he pumps directly down Shell's throat and his hands hold him firmly in place, ensuring that not a single drop escapes. ]
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[Anyone else might have tapped out when Childe started fucking his mouth with such reckless abandon, but not Shell. The tug to his hair sends his nerves alight, as every sound drawn from his throat comes out louder with each thrust of his hips. It hurts, but exactly in the easy that Shell likes it -- his body being used as if it exists solely for Childe's pleasure right now.]
[His eyes roll back as Childe gets close, and despite having come not too long ago, he comes again himself. Even without the prostate stimulation, he was a goner. It feels too difficult to hold himself up like this, completely surrendering to Childe's grip as he nearly goes slack against his cock.]
[When he finally feels that hot seed dripping down his throat, he gives an almost desperate moan in turn, swallowing down every drop. No doubt he'll be falling slack on his side the moment Childe releases him -- if he does.]
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The Harbinger does have the good sense to hold Shell up, fingers caressing against the side of his face before giving him a playful slap. When Childe speaks his voice is only a little breathy, tone warm and fond. ]
You still with me, beautiful?
[ The Hydro Vision ceases its glow and, after making sure Shell wasn't actually going to pass out, Childe gently slides his hand under to cup his chin in an attempt to keep him from spilling what he was given. He'd cum deep enough that he was pretty sure he wouldn't waste a single drop, but still. ]
You're swallowing it all for me, right?
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[It's only then that he looks up, panting openly as he flashes a lopsided grin up at Childe -- and then licking his lips.]
Haah... swallowed every drop.
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Knuckles brush against Shell’s cheek before Childe moves to grip him by the arms, pulling him back into his lap where he belongs. If Shell’s boneless, that’s fine; Childe has strength enough to maneuver him bodily, until the blond sits with legs spread on either side of his hips.
Despite the intimacy of the situation, whether because this is the first time between them or Shell’s inexperience, it’s uncertain, but Childe hesitates a moment before continuing, nails dragging lightly up and down the blond’s lower back. ]
You good?
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Mm, yeah. [His own voice still comes out a little dreamy, but as he hooks his hands together behind Childe's back, he lets out a soft laugh of his own.] And here I was worried you were going to hold back on me. But that felt really good.
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He wonders how Shell would react to taking his Foul Legacy form. Or if he’d even be afraid of it, like he suspected others of being. The Traveller’s reaction wasn’t really reassuring, but there had already been a number of factors playing into that.
Maybe some other time. Best not to push himself. ]
Are you done, then? [ His voice is a low hum of amusement and the nails dragging along his spine still, then glide slowly up to the base of his neck. ] Maybe you should take that as a sign to work on your endurance. I hear a good spar’s one such way to push your stamina.
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Hey, I didn't say that. [He has excellent endurance, excuse u.] I guess I am a bit more tired than usual, since I haven't been drinking blood... but can't I take a moment to enjoy this first?
["This" being the hug, because he's enjoying it very much, wow, 10/10. He hasn't hugged anyone since he got here?? A crime, honestly.]
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It’s not anything terribly romantic, because Childe has no concept of romance in the slightest. Little fond gestures and affections are the limits of what he’s capable of, and perhaps even that’s a stretch. He’ll brush fingers over and through his hair when he’s tired of scratching along his back, smoothing strands away from his face and tracing over the curve of an ear delicately.
Yeah. Not terribly affectionate at all. ]
Try not to fall asleep on me. [ Childe remarks when the silence passes on long enough. ] I’m not quite done with you yet.
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[But Shell's own experiences skew the way he thinks about all this. They were friends... right? He's pretty sure. But even back when he was with One, when Shell first started to crave his company beyond just wanting sex, he's not so sure he would have been able to call them friends. Even lovers didn't sound quite right. So what would he call this?]
[In any case, the notion of any of this being romantic doesn't even cross his mind. For now, at least.]
Then maybe you should tell me what you're planning to do with me, to wake me back up?
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There’s no reconciling the image of Shell curled up into a crying ball on the locker room floor with who he’s got on his lap now, and, admittedly, he’s perfectly okay with that. Childe’s far from flagging, but the words out of the blond’s mouth has him perking up in more ways than one. ]
Look at you. Maybe you should have had a sip of my blood earlier, when I’d first offered. Who’d have thought such a voracious slut was buried under there?
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I guess you shouldn't judge a book by its cover... but aren't you the one that kissed me first?
[This is just dirty talk for "no u".]
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Childe's own words come back to him, the flippant comment he'd made in the locker room about things coming in all shapes and sizes. Shell's apparent thirst for being talked down to was certainly in that category. It's a little unexpected but not entirely unwelcome, and Childe hums a little before he lets out an airy little laugh. ]
Do you mean to tell me that you were affected that much by a few kisses? I'm almost inclined to question your experience.
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[--but not so much with kissing. Their last night together aside, they only ever really kissed on one occasion.]
[...smooching Reign doesn't count.]
Besides-- shouldn't you just take that as compliment? You're a good kisser.
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But he can definitely be fond and affectionate, and there’s certainly some of that with Shell. Or it could just be the post-nut brain talking. ]
You’re probably the first one to ever say that to me, in all honesty. [ He hums, taking a moment to just. Rub his nose over Shell’s. Yeah, he can definitely do affection, especially exaggerated and obnoxious like this. ]
Should I start charging you for lessons?
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