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TDM 05


【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our KING SUITES for all new arrivals. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience.
As a token of our gratitude for your understanding, front reception has arranged for a GRAND FEAST to welcome our newest guests. The attendance of all guests is required. The house will enforce compliance.
Please note that rank-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking social code may be disciplined. We hope you enjoy your stay! 】

ARRIVAL
DIVINE AWAKENING




All King suites have been set to the Heavenly setting for the comfort of these new Wildcards. To call this place a room feels like a misnomer; all of the senses scream that this is a real temple at the top of a crisp oceanside mountain. The only clue that this place isn't what it seems is the door in the distance. It stands dark against light, a stark rectangle distinctly out of place.
New arrivals aren't waking up alone. Reception would never expect their guests to wake up in a cold bed. All new guests will be waking up next to another Wildcard or a current guest snatched up from the hallways. Guests waking up in these heavenly King suites will wake dressed in sheer white tunics and togas that leave very little to the imagination.
GILDED CAGE
AN ENDLESS FEAST




Rugs and cushions have been laid out for low rank guests. All high rank guests have thrones and benches covered in crushed velvet and delicate linens. Wildcards have a seat of honor amongst it all, each fresh new divine lead to the grand dais for their own semi-private tent with daybed and eager servants.
Low ranks are carefully watched by security and wait staff. Some low rank guests may even be dragged in by resort staff to assist serving high rank guests and Wildcards. All high rank guests and Wildcards are revered and catered to during the feast. Low rank guests are expected to feed them, rub their feet, and comply with any whimsical demands. Any low rank guest that defies a higher ranked guest is at risk of being shackled, forced to scrub chamber pots, and other humiliating punishments.

PHOENIX CASINO
ALEA IACTA EST




The game tables are abuzz. Special games have kicked off in honor of the new godlings that are waiting to check in. Even here, those of different ranks are distinct from one another. The lowest ranks wear small slips of clothing. Some are even collared to show they belong to a particular royal or Wildcard. Royals and Wildcards dress luxuriously in thick robes and golden jewelry.
Game managers clap and encourage guests of all ranks to join in on the fun. While there are numerous card games, slot machines, and raffles happening around the casino, staff are promoting three events in particular.
BEAK
ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS




Beneath the open arena is a smaller closed arena and the warrior’s bunk. Warriors will find cold showers, rustic wooden benches, and training weapons available for their use. Deep in the earth is a grimy prison where servants who refuse to battle are thrown to wait for their turn. There are also cages where the hungry “animals” wait to go out and entertain the masses.
A long track rings around the perimeter of the arena. Gone is the standard green fuzz and white lines, replaced with stone and dust to elicit the real feeling of running beneath the hot Grecian sun. Foot and chariot races take place throughout the day.
TALON
SHOW OF STRENGTH




Servants that appear too fragile to handle mud wrestling have been conscripted into the oil bearer role. Their job is to slather the warriors in oil from head to toe, and otherwise prepare them for their matches in either the arena or in the pit. This includes styling their hair, tending to their wounds, and wiping the sweat off of their bodies if so desired.
The locker rooms that connect Beak and Talon have been fully stocked with first aid kits and luxury bathing supplies. Warriors that have won their matches get first pick, leaving the dirty towels and shampoo that smells like ass for the losers to sift through. Those sneaky ghost hands are having a field day, snapping rat tails at unsuspecting bathers and locking naked warriors together in the supply closet. Guests lacking vigilance may find their bottoms unexpectedly pinched.

INDULGENCE
DESIRES FROM THE VOID




Things begin to move around the resort. The forgotten and the old exhale a dusty breath. Like the hunger that the Wildcards woke up with upon arrival, as its heart begins to beat quicker, there is a tension in the air of those things hungering to feed. To join in, and indulge. To get what they want.
And they’re coming out.
OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: Alcohol; aphrodisiacs; battle; blood; bondage; compulsion; costumes; discipline; dominance; drowning; dubcon; fears; fighting; food; hierarchy; humiliation; indulgence; kidnapping; noncon; paranormal; power imbalance; roleplay; servitude; stalking; submission; supernatural; terror; violence; weapons
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, 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). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.
▶ 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.
▶ Don't forget to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, 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). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.
▶ 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.
▶ Don't forget to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥
obikawa kiyoshi ( after god ) new player
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endless feast
She looks up at him from where she's sitting, wearing only a sheer black toga that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. It's a bit of a weird look because the elegant material and her stature and build are a bit of a ridiculous clash. But- she's otherwise not unfortunate looking- if anyone would pick a fight with him, she'd probably be able to snap their neck in less than six seconds.]
Do I look like I'm enjoying it? [She's giving him a smile, but also "ask about one more thing that I can't get you and we're going to have a problem regardless of what the staff wants me to do" look.]
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[ Obikawa's usual chime turns more languid; a drawl that is followed by a flop of his head in defeat. Not that she wasn't enjoy this, but because the answer was so obvious -- everything that he wanted wasn't available.
There's an audible whine as he stares back up at her.
Silver markings pepper his skin in random places, but there's a particular spot underneath his left eye that spreads to his cheek. Snake scales that catch a glimmer of light as his gaze examines her from top to bottom. ]
Eat something. And tell me something that's decent about this place, 'cause right now I'm hoping a scientist comes barging in here and saws a limb off just to see if I'll grow a tail.
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[She doesn't blame the guy for complaining, however, the newcomers have it the worst, thrown here into the chaos that they don't understand. Hell, even she doesn't understand some of it either. And it's been a LONG while since she arrived here.
She glances behind her shoulder to make sure no one's watching them, before picking up some fruit and cheese from the charcuterie board that was handed over to them moments ago.]
Unless chopping limbs off is your kink, no, it won't happen. [pause] Not yet, at least. If you like sex, then you'll have little to no problems here. If you don't, then you will, AND you'll eventually have sex because otherwise, you'll go mad.
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[ What she doesn't know is that all his limbs are so easy to grow back, to the point that it's almost a little boring. ]
So it's like some weird perverted fantasy? I've Been Reincarnated Into A New World And Gotta Fuck My Way Out! The worst genre out there. [ Though he doesn't slump back in defeat, crossing his arms stubbornly not unlike a child; he's more relaxed, hiding his irritation behind the mask of submission. Looking around the room with mild disappointment, catching the attention of a guard that tilts their head in question before Obikawa looks away with an even deeper frown.
The human desire of pleasure is so unknown to him. He's had very little experience, his shared memory hardly helping him with understanding just what two people get out of being intimate with each other. ]
So hand jobs count, right? Those are pretty cool.
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endless feast ( also uwah it's so cool seeing an obikawa! )
Like, this whole system is fucking stupid? And unjust? And it's bad enough that he has to be feeding this fucking stranger by hand. Why should he also have to, like, pay attention during it all? So even as he'd obediently (if wearily, deadpan, thoughts a million miles away) been tending to a Wildcard with a huge drumstick, it's only when he feels a sudden shove to the drumstick -- and thus, his hand -- that Fuuta snaps back to reality. ]
Haa? [ Give him a second for his brain to boot back up. Fuuta blinks, then give a visible start when Obikawa perks up. What was the question? Does he hate this? ] -- uh. Duh. What do you fucking thi -- [ Wait, no. Immediately realizing he'd said something he shouldn't have, Fuuta nervously glances over his shoulder at a guard staring daggers at him, then looks back to Obikawa. ] -- I mean! It's ... fine. It's fine. I don't ... hate this. Sir.
[ It sure doesn't take prodigious lie-detecting skills to tell that that's pure bullshit, and Fuuta knows it, as well. He's already sweating nervously, and Fuuta almost stumbles over his words in his rush to try and cover up his slip-up. ]
-- I can play videogames with you, though! If ... that's what you want to do. Instead of all this.
wahhhh i love fuuta
But fortunately he's not in that position so he doesn't really care. ]
Ooooh, be careful. [ Obikawa teasingly cants his head, whispering out a warning. Peering behind Fuuta's figure to notice the guard glaring at him, clearly there to remind him and others to behave. ] Can you finish the rest of that for me? [ He asks, gesturing to the drumstick. And while it seems like a question, it is quite evidently a demand. ]
You will? Do they have them here? I thought I was gonna get bored enough to start a lot of problems, but if they've got games around here~... [ He hums, keeping that final thought to himself. ] What do you play? RPGs? FPS?
hehe i'm sure these two will get along great! (no)
Uh. [ And food aside, this guy's just saying so much stuff that he hardly knows where to begin. 'Start a lot of problems'? Hello? ] Guess I was mostly playing an MMO back home. I like RPGs. But I can play all kinds of stuff. Fighters, shmups, beat-em-up's, rhythm games ... anything as long as it's not too physical. No Dance Dance Evolution or those basketball games.
[ A pause before he ventures cautiously: ] There's a few games you can play through the Watches. But there's an arcade, actually, where most of the games are. If you wanna go there instead.
[ If he's lucky, maybe this guy'll want to go there instead of sticking around here? And it'll give him an excuse to flee from all the guards still staring daggers into his back. ]
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You look like the kinda guy who sits on his computer a lot. [ Said casually, as if not at all insulting. ] I guuuuuuuess you can show me the games on the Watches later. I'd rather go to the arcade!
[ But before Fuuta has the chance to guide him, Obikawa reaches out to grab him by the wrist. His grip tight and strong, which may not be surprisingly considering his size but it's obvious that it's meant to keep the other man in place. ]
But... Oops, what's your name again? Fuuka-chan? Fuuta-chan? Fuuwaaaaa? It's really impolite to not finish your food.
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divine awakening ~ what a wake up
And no longer alone. There's a flurry of motion and Bakugo's awake in an instant, feeling the blanket pull free from his body and leave skin exposed to the air. Red eyes snap open as a shadow falls over him and words come spewing out of a mouth in a face he's never seen before. Dead? Eat? What the fuck?! ... HE DOESN'T NEED TWO SECONDS, YOU FREAK!!]
SHUT IT!! [One second and he's already twisted up on one knee, bicep flexing hard as he slams a hand against the other guy's face with an audible smack. The surface of his palm is a lot tougher than most people's, and unnervingly warm, as if heat is building where he's caught this stranger across his eyes and nose. With a shove, he tries to pin him to his back on the bed, half to keep him from freaking out, half to mitigate any attempt to try and eat him!] Bite me and you're fucking dead!
sorry it's gotta be with him of all people
It just never really hurts.
Which is exactly what happens here. The slap to the face stings, it's warm, and Obikawa quickly registers that he's in the presence of someone who is prepared to fight first -- not that he was against that. But he still blinks in confusion, some blood trickling down his nose after he's brought back to the mattress. His expression is more or less of confusion than it is insulted by the fact that he's been thrown around. ]
Couldn't you have just said that you're awake? Like a normal person?
[ Because it would only take one bite from Obikawa to sedate him. ]
there could be worse
Wait, his nose is bleeding?! ... HOW FRAGILE IS YOUR FUCKING NOSE?! Bakugo instantly arches his palm away from the guy's face, enough to avoid putting pressure on his nose. He's grabbed kids with tougher cartilage than that! Some of the blonde's hostility dies away at the sight, more cautious as he relaxes his grip slightly, eyes flicking the other's mouth. Just checking.]
You're the one ripping the sheet off and wanting to eat me in two fucking seconds!
[Like a "normal" person.]
cw for light cannibalism mention
He pushes up with a strength that may come off as surprising, because despite his size and the curve of muscle underneath the sheer fabric of his clothes he is strong. Enough to rest on his forearms and push the young man into his lap. A tongue peeks from between his lips, mouth parting to reveal sharp canines as he unceremoniously licks the blood dripping from his nose. It's not a lot, and it doesn't sate the stir of hunger in his stomach, and in fact it may just do more harm to the growing need than anything. ] But I bet you taste like corn nuts, so I've changed my mind! And can't you apologize for hitting me?
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sorry he’s like this
it's a great way to be~
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narcissus
Obviously not everyone has that kind of experience. Thus why he sighs as he sees a young man yelling at his reflection.]
You realize any insults you throw at it can pertain to you, right?
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I'm not stupid.
[ He's just obnoxious. And maybe an argument might be healthy for him -- at least it does him better than sitting with his own thoughts. Loneliness isn't unfamiliar, but he can't say that he's fond of the idea of being completely without someone to vehemently cling to. ]
But it's not my fault that I'm also conveniently really annoying.
[ His own reflection seems to nod at this in return.
It's true. ]
And it's not my fault that I don't want to hear that coming from my own voice! [ He growls back at the fountain -- and literally growls, I'm so sorry. ]
divine awakening ( cw: mentions of prior vore + threats of cannibalism and murder. )
The audacity of this brat. ]
That's quite the mouthwatering proposition you're offering up. [ Murmured as J stretches, arms briefly sliding up over his head as the demon works out the stiffness of a sleep he doesn't remember falling into. Once done, he curls up on his side, now in uncomfortably close proximity to his rambunctious bedmate. Factitious in his praise, it's obvious there's nothing enticing in Obikawa's request to gulp him down like the last sips of a cold drink on a blistering day. ]
No offer of pillow talk or attempt at foreplay before the main event. In fact, you haven't even laid a single finger on me. [ J's ward might have dug into his flesh before the ink had dried on the contract they'd made, but even if the demon had been offered even less of a say in the matter at that time than Obikawa gives him now, there were conditions that made the ordeal worthwhile. Little things, like complete ownership of the young man's soul and the ability to do with it as J saw fit. Those upsides and an ironclad contract are both pointedly absent in this proposal. ]
Yet you expect to jump right into the kinky stuff and sink your teeth into this bodacious bounty laid out at your feet? [ The sweep of an arm lazily gestures to the rest of his body, feline lower limbs and all.
Whether his potential partner's attempt at murder eventually winds up a smashing success or not is a bit tricky to determine ahead of time. J's demonic body heals from all physical injury. At least it used to, back in his world. But he's not been able to test the presumption of his immortality in every way imaginable at the resort. Strangely enough, he doesn't seem remotely concerned about Obikawa making good on his threat and things going south from there. ]
Kids these days are so selfish. [ J reaches over to try and catch one of Obikawa's ears in order to give it a brief tug in reprimand. Presently, he's feeling inclined to offer somewhat more honey than vinegar in his approach. From the very instant his consciousness had risen to the surface, J had noticed that although Obikawa might wear the face of a young man, demonic senses that haven't failed him once throughout the centuries couldn't pick up a trace of one in the room. That discrepancy keeps the demon's grip intentionally gentle, for now. ] It's extremely uncute.
also cw for cannibalism mention... hungy
[ To be fair, that's exactly what he did to Yoriko... but he also poisoned her.
But that's foreplay in his perspective. ]
I'm the kind of guy that has a hard time being patient, sorry. [ Which is honest -- not the apology, but the fact that he's undeniable unable to sit and wait. The man leans forward, knee resting against the satin covered mattress as he reaches out to place a firm palm against the other's chest. The pressure isn't as gentle as the tug to his ear, that he registers as a form of teasing unfamiliar yet pleasant -- maybe the person who had this body before enjoyed it. ]
And everything about life is a little too boring if you're not selfish. So maybe I should have just had my fill without saying a word --
[ He finds that memory, just as he does the moment his mouth parted and swallowed the man whole; he can't feel what he felt, but it's an experience he can linger in. Canting his head just slightly as he looks down at the man with what can only be described as a predator enclosing in on it's prey; a snake hidden in the grass. It's not hard to imagine his own tail coiling around an entire person's body. ]
Since it doesn't seem like you're completely against it.
Endless Feast
The other says a few things that don't quite make sense to him. They sound like...titles? Mario Party? Farming sim? He guesses they're some type of game.] Hm? I don't like it, since there are other things I rather be doing. [Wriothesley is an honest fellow, so he has no qualms just speaking honestly.] But it doesn't bother me as much as other people.
[He taps his chin in thought though.] I don't know what Mario Party or farming sim are, but they sound like games. There's an arcade you can visit.
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Where's that at? As much as I deserve to be treated like this after having weirdos put their fingers in my mouth it's getting kinda boring. [ Obikawa would be happy seeing Waka at this point -- anything that reminds him of the world he's from. Not because it would give him a sense of comfort, but because then it's much easier to bully someone familiar with his usual antics. ]
Better yet, why don't we play something here? Best out of three in rock, paper, scissors.
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[The staff aren't gonna slap his wrist if he's obeying the "divine" he's pretty sure. Well, no one seems to be approaching them at the moment, so he'll keep doing as he has been.]
If you take the stairs or elevator up a floor from the lobby, there's a bunch of recreational areas. The arcade is there. [He decidedly does not question why anyone is putting their fingers in their mouth and that this is probably knowledge he doesn't need to be enlightened with.]
Oh? Sure. I'll play.
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[ But he doesn't seem either offended or disinterested, his lips still tugged into a tight smile. ]
Okay, okay, rock, paper, scissors, shoot. We go at shoot. If you're too slow or too early it's an immediate punishment! [ He holds out a fist, ] Sooooo... rock, paper, scissors, shoot! [ and forms his fingers into a pair of scissors. ]
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ok i think i do have to choose divine awakening tho
in this instance, the thing that acts as the awl to shuck him from his shell of peaceful sleep is the sound of the ocean, the smell of salt and sea. it causes his still half-asleep brain to leaf energetically through all of those recent memories and settle, with faint horror, on the flooding. the sound of water? the smell of salt? is he going to wake up with water reaching up past his waist again, threatening to destroy what few possessions he tried to keep safe in this ridiculous place?
the timing is like this: around the time obikawa is waking up to a fierce and gnawing hunger in the pit of his stomach, makoto is jolting upright with a muffled gasp, metallic eyes looking wildly in every direction as he tried to locate a danger that wasn’t present. he’s just starting to turn his head toward the rest of the bed (completely unknown to him, but doesn’t this seem like kazuya’s king suite, kinda?) and the person he’s currently sharing it with when that selfsame companion rips the sheet away from the two of them. the air, cooled by the breeze blowing in from the open window, is cool against his skin, causing it to prickle with goosebumps.
the exuberance of the stranger is one thing. what he’s saying is a hell of another. )
Wai—what?! ( okay, so makoto is actually dead—the deathly pallor of his skin and the sutures connecting his head to his body can attest to that—but that doesn’t just mean that he’s up for grabs here! instead of sounding aghast or disgusted, makoto rather sounds half-haughtily offended at the idea of the stranger taking a bite out of him—as if he’d let just anyone do something like that?! ) No, no—and don’t you even try, I’m warning you…!
( warning him with what? that’s a good question. but the young demon’s body coils up as if ready to kick or hit or whatever he needs to in order to make good on that admittedly paltry threat. )
ugh when will someone let him EAT
But there's the growing hunger in his belly, a sensation that gnaws at his intestines' with sharp teeth; it's only fair that he take the offer if whomever brought him here laid out such a mouthwatering appetizer on a bed of satin. If there was anyone to condemn him from eating right now they would have made their presence known by a now, like Tokinaga or a random scientist whose name he genuinely can't remember.
So shouldn't they be stopping him? Shouldn't there be a voice of disapproval as they reveal it's just another test?
When the only voice he hears is the young man taking offense at the idea of being devoured, Obikawa sighs with disappointment. ]
Don't worry, I won't do anything. [ Not that he doesn't want to. There's always that malicious, unrelenting part of him that strictly did as he wanted, but there's the pressing matter of him not fully aware of where he is that keeps those urges at bay. And maybe he can just eat him later once he has all his answers. (He is insane.) ] You're way too small... Look at this. [ He reaches out, fingers looking to wrap around the smaller forearm likely prepared to strike. ] What meat am I supposed to get off of here, anyway? It's all bones, there's no way I'd even get an ounce of my daily protein.
[ It, as if he's not speaking to another person. ]
And don't hit me! Even if your fists probably feel like pillows!
maybe if he asked nicely (no)
the words should be assuaging, but makoto doesn’t lower his guard. he remains coiled like a spring in one far corner of the enormous bed, all potential energy ready to snap toward either fight or flight, depending on just how the next few seconds of this interaction went.
now, not only does makoto take offense that someone else would threaten to eat him (as he prefers to be in the position of the devourer, thank-you-very-much), but he also paradoxically seems offended at the insinuation that even if he were to take him as a meal, he wouldn’t even make a very good one. excuse him! he wants to be both tantalizingly desirable and unattainable! (he is also insane.) the young demon makes a further sound of indignation as obikawa reaches out to illustrate this; an average-sized person wouldn’t have too much trouble fully capturing the circumference of his forearm between their thumb and forefinger. he blushes fiercely, a faint pink which warms beneath pale skin like a pot made of porcelain left on a hot stove.
he sharply wrenches his arm out of the stranger’s grasp, but he does, at least, do as he asks and doesn’t try to hit him. it’s for both of their benefit—something which would likely hurt the both of them and only further embarrass makoto. he could never have been accused of being much of a fighter. )
I’m not all bones, ( he argues fiercely, though the twink-ass figure beneath his own robes doesn’t really do much to help his point, here. ) But I guess there’s no accounting for taste. Is this a typical greeting for you?
( if so… actually, he’ll likely have plenty more to ask him about that— )
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You probably taste like shit. [ His expression is solemn and disinterested, pulling his hand away. ] Hm, no... but for some reason I'm so hungry. [ Spoken casually, as if he didn't just state with his full chest that he thinks Makoto would taste like shit. ] It's making my brain shrink, it's becoming pea-sized... I just wanna eaaaaaaat somethinnnnnnnng even if it's a tiny guyyyyyyy.
[ With the sheets still in hand he throws them on top of Makoto, his tone a mellowed out song. Crossing his arms he takes in his surroundings, the scent, and even the noise that comes from the waves meeting the mountainous terrain that surrounds them. He focuses to find someone familiar, even giving the stench of Waka a shot before he scrunches up his nose in dismay -- there's nothing here that will even provide a hint of something from his world.
Anxiety isn't common for a God, but it's not such a foreign sensation that he is unable to explain the sensation that stirs in his chest. Unsettled, Obikawa's first assumption is that this has something to do with another God... but who, why, and how they managed to bypass through the heavily guarded Institution without a hint of their presence is both impressive and frightening. But he can't think of any God as creative as Vollof, so...
His stomach growls, testing his patience. ] But Tokinaga will probably get in a lot of trouble -- get me some pancakes or something.
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