[ Minato's too distracted to notice the other arm decorated with the same tattoo, attention wholly focused on the one he's being shown. There's a clover pattern painted down her forearm -- ah. A clover. Clubs -- a suit. ]
...
[ A suit that messed with one's head? That sounds equal parts inconvenient and frightening for someone who preferred to retreat into their own mind. Terrible. But so long as a person consistently engaged in sex, it seems those effects could be controlled.
Here, they'd be punished in all sorts of ways should they refuse to cooperate with the House. ]
That's good to know.
[ Minato lifts the glass to his lips to drain the rest of his kombucha. Only when it's empty does he set it back down. Have enough sex to keep the demons at bay: that information doesn't appear to bother him. ]
no subject
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[ A suit that messed with one's head? That sounds equal parts inconvenient and frightening for someone who preferred to retreat into their own mind. Terrible. But so long as a person consistently engaged in sex, it seems those effects could be controlled.
Here, they'd be punished in all sorts of ways should they refuse to cooperate with the House. ]
That's good to know.
[ Minato lifts the glass to his lips to drain the rest of his kombucha. Only when it's empty does he set it back down. Have enough sex to keep the demons at bay: that information doesn't appear to bother him. ]
...is that it?