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PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
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[ Honestly, giving Fuuta a hard slap was certainly at the forefront of his mind after the way the brat had twisted his ear. He might have taken it well outwardly, but Archer has a fairly wide petty streak.
Still. The sputtering and blushing make him feel...not sympathetic, per se, but slightly less inclined to be awful. There's three more rolls, after all, and who knows what humiliation fate might dictate next.
Therefore, when Fuuta draws near, Archer raises his hand without any fanfare...and delivers a carefully measured slap. Enough force to be felt, but not enough to actually be painful.
Fuuta does still end up giving a stifled yip when the hand makes impact with his ass, though it's more because he'd worked himself up into such a tense little tizzy; the embarrassment of being heard making such a noise ends up being worse than any pain, and Fuuta resists the urge to rub at the spot as he slouches back to his seat and plonks himself down, brow furrowed and jaw clenched. ]
Yeah, yeah, I know.
[ Please let the next roll be something stupid and easy, he thinks as he rolls the dice. Like 'tickle nose' or whatever.
-- it's 'BITE' 'ELBOW.'
Ugh. Sure. Whatever. There's worse options. Fuuta just ends up staring at the dice for a moment before looking up to Archer, looking mostly exasperated. ]
... I dunno if you gotta roll your sleeve up or not. Your choice, I guess.
[ …goodness, Fuuta, are you still embarrassed by these games? Archer has no idea how long the other has been here, but he supposes not everyone is adept at not wearing their emotions on their sleeve.
Either way, he isn’t going to poke or make fun. He finds the circumstances less than ideal himself so getting through this as quickly as possible is the goal.
He looks at the dice, and after a brief glance at the hotel staff watching them, he lets out a faintly disgruntled hum. ]
I’m sure someone somewhere would think it wouldn’t count otherwise.
[ Stupid resort. Archer strips off the jacket he has on, undoes his cuff, and rolls up his sleeve. ]
[ The depressing truth here is that this is Fuuta having chilled out a bit (relatively speaking) after a full year of acclimating to living in this gaudy sex resort ... Once a skittish, bristly little bastard, always a skittish, bristly little bastard.
So while he's not happy about this dumb game, at least he can carry out this prompt without too much huffing and blustering and needing to hype himself up for it. In fact, he just gives a dour scowl at Archer's oh-so-helpful piece of advice, brow furrowed and nose scrunched. ]
I wasn't gonna in the first place. What kind of idiot thug do you take me for?
[ The exact kind of idiot thug that he acts like, to be honest ...
But for all his growling and yapping, Fuuta really isn't the violent type. Even if he steps forward and grabs at Archer's arm, jerking it up so he can shift to bring his mouth to the other's elbow, his bite is gentle. The jagged, crooked line of his teeth means there's a slight prickle, but it's definitely not meant to hurt properly or cause harm; Fuuta applies a little pressure, just enough to dent skin, because he presumes going too light wouldn't count, but otherwise withdraws swiftly afterward and lets go. ]
Do you make a habit of expressing your insecurities to people you've only just met?
[ Archer didn't say anything about Fuuta being an idiot thug (though he may very well make that assessment by the end of this game). He set a boundary because he doesn't want his blood drawn. It's as simple as that.
Archer accepts the bite with an unchanged expression, and once Fuuta is done, he promptly rolls his sleeve back down and closes his cuffs. ]
It's my turn.
[ He picks up the dice, rolls them, and.... 'TICKLE' 'NECK' is what turns up. ]
[ That, of course, earns another little indignant bristle. ]
Haa?! Who said anything about insecurities?! [ It was definitely an insecurity. ] Anyone would've gotten annoyed by that! What kind of person would wanna get accused of wanting to hurt people, huh?! I'm just saying I'm not that sorta scumbag!
[ Never mind! However much his opinion on this guy might have eased up from that not-quite-slap to the ass, it's going right back down; Fuuta reinforces his assessment of Archer as an annoying asshole, and that ornery thought is written all over his face as he glowers at the dice result.
Tickle neck. Fine. Easy enough.
Luckily for the eardrums of anyone in the near vicinity, he doesn't bother yapping anything in immediate response. Instead, he sighs before reaching up to undo the collar of his dress shirt and tugs it open a bit, better baring his neck for a touch. ... and as he waits for Archer to move, it suddenly occurs to him that he has no idea how tickling he is there. It's been a long, long time since anyone's deliberately tickled him. ]
[ Somehow, the single white eyebrow moves even higher. ]
You're protesting quite a lot considering I'm a stranger who only meant to set a boundary. As I would with anyone I didn't know.
[ Try not to take things so personally, Fuuta. It is, after all, only a game.
Archer waits for Fuuta to finish undoing his collar, and once he's done, Archer rises from his chair and moves closer. Honestly, he can't remember the last time he did something as juvenile as try to tickle someone, but he can still make the attempt.
Archer's fingertips brush lightly against the bare skin of Fuuta's neck, just below and behind his ear... and yep, have some tickling. Whether or not Fuuta is actually ticklish there is indeed a question, but for Archer, the main goal is the nice ding that comes from his Watch. Action completed. ]
[ Joke's on you Archer ... he takes everything personally ............
But for now, Fuuta focuses on staying as still as possible as Archer approaches, staring at him nervously as he draws near and reflexively squeezing his eyes shut when he sees that hand extended his way. Which was probably a stupid move! Because having his eyes closed means the touch at his neck feels all the more vivid, and Fuuta ends up giving a startled jump the moment contact is made, a grunt stifled at the back of his throat. Surprise, surprise, turns out he is a little ticklish at his throat. Not enough to properly laugh, but enough that he squirms from the brush of Archer's fingertips, hands reflexively coming to grab at the seat of his chair to keep himself still; Fuuta ends up holding his breath to keep himself quiet, and it's not until those fingers pull away that he lets out a hard huff.
Fuck. He hates that his face feels hot.
So distracted trying to mask the way his breaths are coming a little shallower, his movements are rushed when he hurriedly grabs the dice up to roll them, still catching his breath as they clatter to a halt.
[ Thankfully for Fuuta, Archer doesn't linger. The action has been performed, and he returns to his seat. If he notices how the other is affected, he declines to mention it.
The next roll, though... He looks at Fuuta and can't help but suppress a sigh. ]
I think I'll leave my shirt on, if it's all the same to you.
[ He really wasn't! But his cheeks remain pink all the same, and Fuuta gives a hard huff before rising to his feet and stepping forth to close the distance between them. And, like. While their respective positions -- him standing, Archer sitting -- doesn't exactly make it easy to fulfill the task, he just ... goes for it.
Yes, he's going to bed over a little and just. Grab at Archer's chest with both hands. While craning his head back a little like he's expecting them to explode or something, even as he extremely awkwardly squeezes a little??? What the fuck does 'fondling' even entail, anyway. ]
[ Most of Archer's memories of his past have faded with the passage of time. He remembers enough to know who he is, but many specifics are largely lost to him. Because of that, he can't remember the last time he's been touched in a sensual way or had sex. Or even what any of that was like.
Even so - Archer is fairly certain Fuuta's clumsy attempt at groping is the worst he's ever been subjected to.
His eye twitches slightly, but to his credit, he doesn't slap the younger man's hands away. Nothing explodes - Fuuta just got to handle a bunch of solid muscle. ]
How long have you been here, exactly?
[ He needs to know so he can decide how harshly he's going to judge this performance. ]
[ ... god, this guy's pecs are so big. Like -- he's seen plenty of guys here who have bulk, but actually feeling it is a whole 'nother matter. Ugh. Is he one of those guys who mostly lives off chicken breasts and protein shakes or whatever.
He'd given another awkward squeeze, then one more just to make sure it counts in the game and he doesn't have to repeat the whole dumb process again, but Fuuta whips his hands back like he's been burnt when Archer speaks up. And of course, as soon as he processes that question, he bristles. ]
Haa?! What's it to you?! [ For how stupid he acts, Fuuta isn't a completely moron; he isn't blind to what that question insinuates. He huffs as he grabs the dice up to slam them on the table closer to Archer as he snaps, ] Not like you've been acting like some hotshot casanova either, so don't go giving me shit!
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Still. The sputtering and blushing make him feel...not sympathetic, per se, but slightly less inclined to be awful. There's three more rolls, after all, and who knows what humiliation fate might dictate next.
Therefore, when Fuuta draws near, Archer raises his hand without any fanfare...and delivers a carefully measured slap. Enough force to be felt, but not enough to actually be painful.
His Watch pings, and the act is done. ]
It's your turn now.
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Fuuta does still end up giving a stifled yip when the hand makes impact with his ass, though it's more because he'd worked himself up into such a tense little tizzy; the embarrassment of being heard making such a noise ends up being worse than any pain, and Fuuta resists the urge to rub at the spot as he slouches back to his seat and plonks himself down, brow furrowed and jaw clenched. ]
Yeah, yeah, I know.
[ Please let the next roll be something stupid and easy, he thinks as he rolls the dice. Like 'tickle nose' or whatever.
-- it's 'BITE' 'ELBOW.'
Ugh. Sure. Whatever. There's worse options. Fuuta just ends up staring at the dice for a moment before looking up to Archer, looking mostly exasperated. ]
... I dunno if you gotta roll your sleeve up or not. Your choice, I guess.
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Either way, he isn’t going to poke or make fun. He finds the circumstances less than ideal himself so getting through this as quickly as possible is the goal.
He looks at the dice, and after a brief glance at the hotel staff watching them, he lets out a faintly disgruntled hum. ]
I’m sure someone somewhere would think it wouldn’t count otherwise.
[ Stupid resort. Archer strips off the jacket he has on, undoes his cuff, and rolls up his sleeve. ]
I advise against breaking skin.
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So while he's not happy about this dumb game, at least he can carry out this prompt without too much huffing and blustering and needing to hype himself up for it. In fact, he just gives a dour scowl at Archer's oh-so-helpful piece of advice, brow furrowed and nose scrunched. ]
I wasn't gonna in the first place. What kind of idiot thug do you take me for?
[ The exact kind of idiot thug that he acts like, to be honest ...
But for all his growling and yapping, Fuuta really isn't the violent type. Even if he steps forward and grabs at Archer's arm, jerking it up so he can shift to bring his mouth to the other's elbow, his bite is gentle. The jagged, crooked line of his teeth means there's a slight prickle, but it's definitely not meant to hurt properly or cause harm; Fuuta applies a little pressure, just enough to dent skin, because he presumes going too light wouldn't count, but otherwise withdraws swiftly afterward and lets go. ]
See.
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Do you make a habit of expressing your insecurities to people you've only just met?
[ Archer didn't say anything about Fuuta being an idiot thug (though he may very well make that assessment by the end of this game). He set a boundary because he doesn't want his blood drawn. It's as simple as that.
Archer accepts the bite with an unchanged expression, and once Fuuta is done, he promptly rolls his sleeve back down and closes his cuffs. ]
It's my turn.
[ He picks up the dice, rolls them, and.... 'TICKLE' 'NECK' is what turns up. ]
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Haa?! Who said anything about insecurities?! [ It was definitely an insecurity. ] Anyone would've gotten annoyed by that! What kind of person would wanna get accused of wanting to hurt people, huh?! I'm just saying I'm not that sorta scumbag!
[ Never mind! However much his opinion on this guy might have eased up from that not-quite-slap to the ass, it's going right back down; Fuuta reinforces his assessment of Archer as an annoying asshole, and that ornery thought is written all over his face as he glowers at the dice result.
Tickle neck. Fine. Easy enough.
Luckily for the eardrums of anyone in the near vicinity, he doesn't bother yapping anything in immediate response. Instead, he sighs before reaching up to undo the collar of his dress shirt and tugs it open a bit, better baring his neck for a touch. ... and as he waits for Archer to move, it suddenly occurs to him that he has no idea how tickling he is there. It's been a long, long time since anyone's deliberately tickled him. ]
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You're protesting quite a lot considering I'm a stranger who only meant to set a boundary. As I would with anyone I didn't know.
[ Try not to take things so personally, Fuuta. It is, after all, only a game.
Archer waits for Fuuta to finish undoing his collar, and once he's done, Archer rises from his chair and moves closer. Honestly, he can't remember the last time he did something as juvenile as try to tickle someone, but he can still make the attempt.
Archer's fingertips brush lightly against the bare skin of Fuuta's neck, just below and behind his ear... and yep, have some tickling. Whether or not Fuuta is actually ticklish there is indeed a question, but for Archer, the main goal is the nice ding that comes from his Watch. Action completed. ]
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But for now, Fuuta focuses on staying as still as possible as Archer approaches, staring at him nervously as he draws near and reflexively squeezing his eyes shut when he sees that hand extended his way. Which was probably a stupid move! Because having his eyes closed means the touch at his neck feels all the more vivid, and Fuuta ends up giving a startled jump the moment contact is made, a grunt stifled at the back of his throat. Surprise, surprise, turns out he is a little ticklish at his throat. Not enough to properly laugh, but enough that he squirms from the brush of Archer's fingertips, hands reflexively coming to grab at the seat of his chair to keep himself still; Fuuta ends up holding his breath to keep himself quiet, and it's not until those fingers pull away that he lets out a hard huff.
Fuck. He hates that his face feels hot.
So distracted trying to mask the way his breaths are coming a little shallower, his movements are rushed when he hurriedly grabs the dice up to roll them, still catching his breath as they clatter to a halt.
'FONDLE' 'CHEST'. ]
... are you kidding me.
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The next roll, though... He looks at Fuuta and can't help but suppress a sigh. ]
I think I'll leave my shirt on, if it's all the same to you.
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[ He really wasn't! But his cheeks remain pink all the same, and Fuuta gives a hard huff before rising to his feet and stepping forth to close the distance between them. And, like. While their respective positions -- him standing, Archer sitting -- doesn't exactly make it easy to fulfill the task, he just ... goes for it.
Yes, he's going to bed over a little and just. Grab at Archer's chest with both hands. While craning his head back a little like he's expecting them to explode or something, even as he extremely awkwardly squeezes a little??? What the fuck does 'fondling' even entail, anyway. ]
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Even so - Archer is fairly certain Fuuta's clumsy attempt at groping is the worst he's ever been subjected to.
His eye twitches slightly, but to his credit, he doesn't slap the younger man's hands away. Nothing explodes - Fuuta just got to handle a bunch of solid muscle. ]
How long have you been here, exactly?
[ He needs to know so he can decide how harshly he's going to judge this performance. ]
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He'd given another awkward squeeze, then one more just to make sure it counts in the game and he doesn't have to repeat the whole dumb process again, but Fuuta whips his hands back like he's been burnt when Archer speaks up. And of course, as soon as he processes that question, he bristles. ]
Haa?! What's it to you?! [ For how stupid he acts, Fuuta isn't a completely moron; he isn't blind to what that question insinuates. He huffs as he grabs the dice up to slam them on the table closer to Archer as he snaps, ] Not like you've been acting like some hotshot casanova either, so don't go giving me shit!