[ One eye creaks open to look at him. The hell is he saying? Having flopped down like a dead fish onto her chair first, she's already way too wrapped up in the Sandman's embrace. ]
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[ Yes, what came out of her mouth was total gibberish. The eye she'd opened has already closed again, the lid dropping like a rock after the extreme effort it took to open it. If she had more of her mind about her, she'd realize something was up beyond the familiar effects of being dosed with aphro. But then, why is he suddenly so sleepy, too?
Her chest rises and falls in exaggerated movements, giving him a good parting view while she's putting up one last fight against the heavy weight of tiredness. One hand jerks to her lower abdomen to clutch it as well, because the exhaustion's done nothing to quench the insatiable to need to plant herself on the muscled body nearby. She whimpers quietly, legs shifting, aiming to get one off the chair. If anything, she'd love to yell at him for his idea of suggesting they sit. Let her pass out in the sand like a normal person!
One by one, each limb slackens, and she's out.
...For a minute. Monika blinks rapidly, then sits up in confusion. The first thing she notices is that the sky looks trippy as hell. Right, so. This is probably her brain in the process of getting fried. Cool, cool. Now she gets to be the idiot who got a new life and wasted it because she wanted to be cute on the beach. She huffs, kicking off her tennis shoes--such an impractical kind of shoe for the beach--then each thigh-high follows, also equally impractical. There. Some relief.
Except not.
She spots him out of the corner of her eye. Immediately, a different kind of heat sears her skin all over again, timed with the sharp burning sensation between her shoulder blades. No thoughts are in that head of hers. It's only Ragna, the only focus of her hallucinatory dive into death.
Regardless of if he's awake yet, she crosses the small space between them and straddles his hips, sighing in satisfaction once she can drag her fingers over his chest. As they press in, heading towards his shoulders instead, she leans down over him, joining the exposed parts of her sweaty skin with his. Soon, her face hovers above, heavy breaths blowing over his mouth. ]
Hey.
[ If he's not awake, guess what? She's going for a slap. If he is? Believe it or not, she's going for a slap. Her dying moments are going to be utilized to the fullest, to take down the person who got her into this mess.
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Shbruaplkg.
[ Yes, what came out of her mouth was total gibberish. The eye she'd opened has already closed again, the lid dropping like a rock after the extreme effort it took to open it. If she had more of her mind about her, she'd realize something was up beyond the familiar effects of being dosed with aphro. But then, why is he suddenly so sleepy, too?
Her chest rises and falls in exaggerated movements, giving him a good parting view while she's putting up one last fight against the heavy weight of tiredness. One hand jerks to her lower abdomen to clutch it as well, because the exhaustion's done nothing to quench the insatiable to need to plant herself on the muscled body nearby. She whimpers quietly, legs shifting, aiming to get one off the chair. If anything, she'd love to yell at him for his idea of suggesting they sit. Let her pass out in the sand like a normal person!
One by one, each limb slackens, and she's out.
...For a minute. Monika blinks rapidly, then sits up in confusion. The first thing she notices is that the sky looks trippy as hell. Right, so. This is probably her brain in the process of getting fried. Cool, cool. Now she gets to be the idiot who got a new life and wasted it because she wanted to be cute on the beach. She huffs, kicking off her tennis shoes--such an impractical kind of shoe for the beach--then each thigh-high follows, also equally impractical. There. Some relief.
Except not.
She spots him out of the corner of her eye. Immediately, a different kind of heat sears her skin all over again, timed with the sharp burning sensation between her shoulder blades. No thoughts are in that head of hers. It's only Ragna, the only focus of her hallucinatory dive into death.
Regardless of if he's awake yet, she crosses the small space between them and straddles his hips, sighing in satisfaction once she can drag her fingers over his chest. As they press in, heading towards his shoulders instead, she leans down over him, joining the exposed parts of her sweaty skin with his. Soon, her face hovers above, heavy breaths blowing over his mouth. ]
Hey.
[ If he's not awake, guess what? She's going for a slap. If he is? Believe it or not, she's going for a slap. Her dying moments are going to be utilized to the fullest, to take down the person who got her into this mess.
After she fucks his brains out, anyway. ]