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TDM 03


【 Hello, dearest guests. We hope you have been enjoying your time in the Golden Peacock and utilizing our many amenities.
Reception would like all guests to be aware that some new arrivals have been misplaced. Due to the nature of the resort, new arrivals may have been misplaced in unexpected locations. This includes your personal suites. We are very sorry for this inconvenience.
Please do not be alarmed if you come across a misplaced new arrival. We kindly request that any guests that find a misplaced new arrival escort them to the main hub, where we have arranged a central meetup where all new arrivals can claim their complimentary robes and welcome baskets.
All guests are invited to come mingle at the main hub and meet new arrivals. As always, we hope you have a pleasant day! 】

DEALER'S CHOICE
STEVE, WHERE DID YOU PUT THE NEW ARRIVALS?



The Golden Peacock has swept away the hues of winter and welcomed vibrant pops of color for a change of pace. Gone are the snow whites and cool golds. Vases of bright florals have been staged all throughout the general hubs and hallways. Statues have been cheekily decorated with bright clothes, such as charming hats and billowing dresses with cheerful prints. This peacock has cleaned up nicely, its brilliant feathers shaking with a warm palette to please the senses.
Staff are bustling during the decor turnover. While some diligent employees are steadfastly decorating the hallways with sprawling vines and spectacular blooms, others are darting back and forth in search of something. Or rather — someone. Several someones. Front reception is in an outright panic while flying over the phones and furiously slamming their hands on keyboards.
"Steve, I know you're new, but you can't just press any button that pops up on the computer screen! The new arrivals are supposed to go into temporary suites." Deborah, the head receptionist, sighs, "Now who knows where they are. I hope they're okay... I'm sure they're quite confused, wherever they wound up. Steve, stop crying. The house won't fire you for this. Probably. How's your resume looking?"
In the end, Steve didn't get fired. But he did get reassigned to trash duty.

FLORAL RIOT
A STRIKE OF COLOR



【 🌸🌸🌸 Come experience new floral delights! Prepare to be ravished by a symphony of color and aroma. Romance, love, and pleasure all await within corridors of beauty. 🌸 🌸 🌸 】
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."

SMOKY NECTAR
DRIBBLE OF SWEETNESS



The conservatory is even busier than the gardens. Unlike the easygoing staff in the garden, employees in the conservatory are busy zooming to and fro with brooms while trying to get a handle on the unexpectedly huge amount of pollen. From flowers, from trees — so much pollen. The ground is coated and the air is thick. Several long-standing guests visiting the area have fallen into sneezing fits. Even with cleaning efforts to mitigate the build-up, the pollen becomes thicker as the weeks go on. Staff eventually give up on trying to sweep it away.
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"

PETAL-STAINED LIPS
A BLOOMING DISEASE



👩🦰 "Hack hack, hack hack... what do you mean, 'please cover my mouth when I cough'? I'm a rank nine. Nine! You can't tell me what to do. Now, clean up this mess. I've been coughing up flower petals all day." 👩🦰
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.

PROMPT NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Arrival, The Bathroom Button: Multiple versions of arrival are possible. Characters may be flushed down the toilet or tub to wake up in several different locations across the resort.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
OOC NOTES
BLANKET CW: Altered States; Aphrodisiacs; Body Horror (potential); Dubcon; Illnesses; Medical Play; NSFW Language; Paranormal; Somnophilia; Sex Pollen; Sex Toys
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance. Your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's April event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Current characters posting to the TDM should note they are currently in-game in the subject line.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game, the thread will not be applicable toward rewards as that character would not have a card value.
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
Genya Shinazugawa | KNY | current character
1 OF DIAMONDS CLOSED TO CR, 1 OF SPADES OPEN TO ALL;
B. THE ORCHARD
OPEN TO ALL;
C. BUNS GONE WILD
OPEN TO ALL;
D. BLOOMING DISEASE
OPEN TO ALL;
( current player; currently in game. please note genya is 17. ota, limits are bathroom/snuff. hit me up via PM if you’d like to plot something more specific or hit me with a wildcard. )
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[ A normal girl would probably admonish him for not keeping his hands to himself. Fortunately(?), *Hyun-ae isn't a normal girl.
She grabs a handful of her own hair, running her fingers through it. ]
Isn't it so soft? It's amazing! I just got it today!
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He blinks, mildly dumbfounded. Just got it today? He hesitates, doing a double take, before mentally scolding himself. Of course women can wear a wig if they want to. It just doesn't look like one. ]
Oh, uh, I can't tell at all. That it's a wig. Really good job.
[ He is awkward but earnest, bowing his head a little in a show of apology for touching without permission. Even if she says it's fine -- he knows better! ]
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[ Not that it's easy to tell at a glance. At a squint, the edges of the eyes look maybe a little off, but that's about it.
She does a little twirl, clearly excited about her new chassis. ]
So, what do you think of the Marigold '89 Hardframe? The catalog said it was 99% of the way to being totally indistinguishable from a real human!
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So Genya just stares at her, unblinking, still itching to touch things and resisting the urge. ]
Huh?
[ A very intelligent reply. Finally, he squints, trying to think of something nice to say while she shows off. Girls like compliments. Even ones that… might not be real? Unclear. ]
Uh… yeah… you’re pretty?
[ Nailed it. ]
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[ She knew this would happen. First time in centuries that she's been in the vicinity of other people. ]
Sorry! I'm just feeling really outgoing right now for some reason. [ She bows. Really deep and a bit too formal. ] My name's Hyun-ae, I'm an AI.
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[ He's the weirdo. Touching girls' hair, getting flustered around girls in general, not knowing how to deal with them... by all accounts, if you compare them, she's perfectly normal.
He returns the bow with equal formalness, wanting to return the sentiment. His brow furrows, however, at her next sentence. He has no idea what that means. ]
AI? What, are you from China...?
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B!
she spins around suddenly as her own hands fly up to ensure everything is still secure, fingers smoothing over the braids on either side of her head before traveling further back to blindly inspect her wild updo. she's flush as is but the little unexpected tug she feels against her scalp when his fingers pass through silken strands causes those rosy cheeks to darken... and her nipples to harden. seems like the orrangeberries are still circulating through her system... or maybe it's the pollen finally getting to her? ]
Wh-What the hell? You lookin' to get your ass beat, punk?
[ her hair may be soft but unfortunately her personality is not.... ]
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He holds his criminal hands up to present the proverbial white flag. She's cute, so his own face has spiked to a bright shade of crimson in turn. ]
I, uh... No! No... [ honf, honf, must remember how to use human speech, ] You just—sorry, your hair just looked... really soft. I didn't think. Really, I'm sorry...
[ Should he kneel and slam his head to the ground? He's seriously considering it, not knowing what else to do. ]
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once she's certain her hair is not amiss she lowers her hands back down to rest them on her hips as she stares him down mercilessly. ]
Didn't your mother ever teach you not to touch things that don't belong to you?
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[ His mother, a good woman, did in fact teach him that. She may be rolling in her grave at this rudeness, though he does hope that she has no view into the workings of this resort whatsoever. He can only hang his head in shame, knowing his mistake. A smoother guy might make some kind of flirtatious quip; Genya is as smooth as sandpaper. ]
Can I make it up to you somehow? I feel bad.
[ But apparently not bad enough to be rid of the urge to touch it again. For the brief moment that his fingers had wandered, it had felt like running through silk. The tips of his fingers still tingle with a ghost of the sensation. ]
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it's probably for the best that he isn't the type to brazenly flirt as it's unlikely to be received well... not for any fault of his own, mind. Mordred is just.... Mordred. in other words, it's a bit like flirting with a brick wall that occasionally catches fire. as pointless as it is dangerous... ]
No. [ she refuses him outright.
but then she thinks better of it. ]
... Actually, do you know where the hell the exit is? I feel like I've been stuck in this fruit hole for hours.
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Yeah, you have to make a few lefts and rights ... it's pretty confusing if you aren't used to it. [ he is hesitant lest she think he's a total weirdo for the offer but the desire to make it up to her still stands. he swallows, trying to put aside his nerves. ] I'll show you. I come here a lot, so I know it pretty well.
[ He pointedly sticks his traitorous hands in his pockets to show he doesn't intent any more funny business. Assuming she doesn't rebuke him outright and ditch his ass, he begins to head down the way. ]
This pollen is weird. Way thicker than normal. Don't know what's going on with it, but it doesn't help make finding the way out easier. All the signs are coated in it.
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he's so cute I want to squish him
weh 🥺 thank you
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[ This is a lot of bunnies. She's seen a great deal of them during her stroll, but none compare to the snow-white horde gathered at this young man's feet, advancing like a relentless tide towards whatever he's trying to defend. What to do? She doubts her kudan powers will be of much service in this situation, and she hasn't found any suitable weapon yet. At this rate, however, he is sure to be overwhelmed by an army of fluffy little beasts.
For a moment, she thinks, and then an idea seems to occur to her. There is no time to explain—clearly this is an urgent matter. Without a word, Rikka takes off in the direction she had last seen gardeners. Her delicate frame may make her seem sickly, but she's rather quick and light on her feet, and she locates her desired people within a few minutes. Once appraised of the situation, and considering the conservatory's dire straits, they don't hesitate to hand over their best tools; she carries them behind her, victorious, upon her return to the ambush. ]
Catch!
[ Much like a basketball, a tall harvest basket is passed in the direction of the young man. For her part, Rikka bends down and scoops up the closest pile of fuzzy little convicts, setting them gently down into their temporary holding cell. ]
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But like the sun at dawn, she returns. He reaches to catch the basket, relief etched into every line of his face. The rabbits continue to bounce and eat, filled with boundless energy. Genya nods, quickly mirroring his new partner’s actions and carefully catching bunnies inside the basket. ]
There are so many. [ a frustrated gripe as he stuffs another eager rabbit into the basket, ] These aren’t gonna hold them all…
[ They’re going need to work fast… his poor plants 😭 they may not even survive at this rate. They’re looking wilted. Bereft. So sad.
He scoops more bunnies while trying usher the others away. They ripple and bounce, an adorable wave of garden-ruining. He backs up closer to his newfound partner, pushed by the bunnies he doesn’t want to accidentally step on. ]
Can we lead ‘em off?? Do rabbits do that?
[ Like sheep?? ]
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instead, he just collects the few that somehow push out from his body and. sighs forlornly. ]
Um...
[ he looks at genya. he looks back at the floor. and then right back to him. ]
... I don't know. Probably just a few hours.
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Sorry.
[ As if it’s his fault somehow. Genya hesitates, body going tense with the violence of another coughing fit. Rather than a few petals, it’s a deluge; a wave of purple covers the chair and floor in a scattered mess. He sighs once it ends, brow furrowed and light sheen of tears in his long lashes. ]
… Sorry.
[ Another apology, this time for the mess. He tries to scoop the petals into a pile to make them easier to sweep up. ]
I’ll try to cough less.
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[ his eyes widen upon watching the torrent of petals leave genya's lips. even if he tried to cover up his mouth, there's no way he would've been able to hide the number of petals that tumble to the floor for him to then clean up. a pang of guilt echoes in his chest and resonates, cooling the blood in his veins.
and then he goes over to help. he kneels down, pocketing his own handful of cloth and petals. ]
If you have to clear your lungs then that's what you need to do. Until you get healed.
[ besides, they're both sick. it's not like they can make themselves sicker. he curls his hands beneath genya's to help with his effort. ]
And I guess... ehe, I'm here to help with that...
[ it's his turn to cough again but nothing comes out this time. ]
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He ends up coughing again, spraying out more purple petals in every direction before rubbing his mouth with his palm. ]
Th, that's...! I don't need anything. I told 'em I'm fine. Totally healthy. [ he says, covered in wet petals. ] You... you don't have to do anything, okay? Don't feel pressure from the doctors.
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robin casually brushes one of the purple ones out of his hair as he does his best to stifle a giggle. mostly so that he doesn't join the other sick boy in the coughing. ]
I bet if you were fine you wouldn't be here. Yeah?
[ and then he can't help himself. raising his arm, he expels another little burst of petals out from the crook of his elbow. ]
But... if we don't do anything, we can't leave...
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That’s… true…
[ The slayer swallows thickly, reaching out to pat the back of the other man’s hand. Even he isn’t sure what he’s truing to achieve with the gesture. Reassurance, probably? ]
I’m Shinazugawa Genya. What’s your name?
[ One step at a time. Even having been in the resort for a few months and having relaxed an inch, he still refuses to have any kind of anonymous encounter. Building a relationship with someone may only end up hurting later, but it’s a compromise with himself that he isn’t willing to give up. ]
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cw: blood..... a lil bit
also cw: blood. :)
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a :)
— It’s you.
( she remarks when glancing up to see him. a fairly neutral greeting, all things considered, if not outright positive. genya has more charm and swag than he could ever imagine, as it turns out. )
The hell are you so sweaty for?
( well? still trying to pulverize every last molecule of the world’s unluckiest rose, she folds her arms. )
oh boy time to give him horny trauma
Even with some level of comfort his nerves don't ease. Genya swallows as a feeling of dread rolls around his stomach like a tumbleweed. ]
I... uh. [ he clears his throat as it tries to crack. keep cool, keep cool. ] Was wondering. If I could ask you something... if you're interested... [ he clears his throat again, even sweatier, ] ... can I, uh, go down on you?
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( the true source of his nervousness flies right over her head, it seems. there’s still a suspicious cant to her gaze; it’s enough to free the rose from its eternally-trampled prison, as she shifts, as she readies for combat. but—
she doesn’t pounce on him, which is probably for the best. she does step forward, leaning in close, trying to get a better measure of what his true intentions are. looks like you’ll have to use a few more explicit words than that, buddy. )
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[ His nerves hike when she approaches but he stands his ground. Despite his distaste for the resort and its demands, he promised himself that he would somehow get that wish for the sake of his brother. It means committing to the game—so as much as he’d like to crawl away, he won’t.
It’s both a blessing and a curse that Guideau has two whole braincells, with one of them devoted to fighting. It’s so familiar that it’s a relief. However, it also means that he has to explain his intentions, and he’d rather stab himself with a fork than get explicit. It leaves him flummoxed. ]
Like. [ silence stretches on for a good two minutes. why doesn’t she understand what that means!! ] Like…
[ Another lengthy pause. He stares at her face as his own neck and cheeks slowly turn red. He has no skills in flirting or dirty talk, so in the end, he says a single flat word: ]
Sex.