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[ A-ha. That's a good reaction. Back in the school, he's used to everyone else's reactions; Kurara's indignation, Takumi's rejections (of varying flavors), the sharp bark of Takemaru's scolding. The way that smile catches like a man caught with his hand in the cookie jar before smoothing out, it earns a low chuckle. There's no commentary besides, since he's well aware what sort of answer he'd get. Deflection, denial, skip the question please. ]
If you talk about me like that, you'll get me all flustered.
[ Says man who is very much just walking around a few sheer-and-robed steps from being ass naked. The bright, neon Violence! Passion! Vivisection! printed on it here and there probably doesn't help his case. The fact the rest isn't visible is...probably a small mercy.
But he's not entirely wrong. Half the reason Yugamu sauntered here is the calculation in Aak's gaze. The other half is the intrigue. When most of the people you know are normal flesh and blood, no extra limbs or animal-like extremities, a simple deviation can really light a fire in you. ]
So in the face is a bit much— [ the banana's length of space between them does a little twirl, a heart-shaped sprinkle falling sadly to the bench between them. ] but in your hands is fine? I'm enjoying learning more about you. It makes me wonder how good your aim is...
[Honestly, the robe might slap if he considered it in an ironic kind of way. And wore something underneath it. Rolling up to the pool with that over swim trunks would be a power move. With the backdrop that it might be wholly true, though? Aak would prefer to keep his organs inside his body.]
[The weird flirting isn't necessarily better but it is easier to respond to.]
Hey, I just said it was rude to whip it out first thing! [he raises a hand to poke the tip of the choco banana with his finger. He wiggles his finger suggestively around the tip until the chocolate coating cracks. Oops. He flicks his finger so the shard of chocolate that stuck to his fingertips goes tumbling away.]
If you want me to toss something at you, though, that's way easier.
[... touching a dick was also pretty easy. For plenty of new people he could warn them to get over any little scruples they were holding onto. He gets the feeling, though, that he can't invoke and weird dread or embarrassment by admitting his handjob finesse here.]
[Given the choice, he's much happier to see if he can get this guy up on the wheel than end up giving him a handie behind one of the stalls.]
Oh! I could toss one of these and you catch it in your mouth! [he giggles, gesturing to the poor, exposed banana tip.]
[ The robe does slap. In fact, he just might keep it when this is all over, even if it's definitely not his usual style; a bit brighter and flashier in different way than he prefers ( implying the sheerness or lack of cover isn't a problem ), but there's an undeniable thrill in having your interests on display for all to see and judge, to get regarded with shock or judgement.
Not that he hides them to begin with, of course. ]
I guess it is a bit much to skip the foreplay. [ Whacked thing to say as you watch a guy feel at the no-homo phallic chocobanana between you both, but far from the most whacked thing that's going to come out of his mouth today. Might not even be top 20.
The first offer has his eyes wrinkling; while not in his 10 top kinks by any means, there's a certain thrill in there somewhere. Sharp objects would add some flavor, but the abject humiliation that comes with the stuff around here isn't so bad either.
Then there's the gesture, and Yugamu's face twists, sharp points of his teeth in that smile as a pleased flush clings to the pallor of his face. ]
Is that where you want to start? [ He tilts that neglected banana just so. ] I'm pretty talented at making things fit, so we could always give it a go.
[ But the way he decides to actually look at Aak is more like he's choosing to see through him...or at least peel back a few layers of skin and muscle, with a little too much enthusiasm. ]
But I don't have much to strip, so that takes part of the excitement away...we could always make the prize something else.
[Honestly, in a place where sex was commonplace and foreplay was polite, the shock value of such a phrase is naturally drawn down. There were still plenty of people who would balk at the line! However, this might begin a process of natural selection in which only the whackest lines will survive. He might get worse. It's an honestly fascinating premise that Aak might want to study if not for how whack it all was.]
Yea, yea! [Whack or not, though, Aak is eager to see if he actually could. The absurdity of success outweighs his doubts.]
[The muscles of the human face were adjusted ever so slightly to fit over a cat-like snout. The same muscles caused the twitches of his lip. The same muscles made his eyes widen or created a curve of his undereye lid. The same muscles... lead him to grimace at remembering that if he wants to see a freak catch a banana in his mouth he has to put something up as collateral.]
Well, it's not like you've got much stuff anyways...
[Loser does something for the winner? Too open. Too vague.]
If I win, I get to walk you around with a collar. [If he doesn't win? Well, his pride will take a major hit... but it's safer than putting up nothing.]
[ Oh, he can certainly get worse. He hasn't quite cracked open any of the organ lines yet, impressively enough, so that's probably the smallest of mercies for Aak. Not that the vivisection fetish printed across his front is doing him any favors in hiding it, mind you.
The enthusiasm has that amusement tugging at his lips, leaning a pale cheek into the curve of his palm. Both the excitement and the dampening of that glimmer right into a grimace...all are things that earn a chuckle. It's pretty easy to tell what he's thinking, but Yugamu isn't too offended.
Something does spark dangerously in that one visible eye, however, probably not made any less off-putting by the way his face starts to flush with a vengeance. ]
Collaring me on the first date? You really know how to get a guy going, you know...!
[ He sounds...a little too excited, even knowing it would be his loss.
But he has to put his own chips on the table, and it's really such a shame he's without his usual kit. A good scalpel could really do him good right about now, vaguely wondering if the flesh beneath that fur is all the same, but he'll have to settle for something else in the vein of scientific exploration.
Well, and to get his rocks off. That's equally if not even more important. ]
If you lose...[ A sharp nail taps at his chin once, twice, before it turns to point at the food stall nearby. The special limited edition ones. ] I'd like to watch you eat one of those.
[ The specific one can be decided later, since the thought is accompanied by another sharp-cut smile. ]
After all, experiencing that sort of thing firsthand after watching it in action is only fair, right?
[Aak was usually the type to prefer doing what someone didn't want. He had a great fondness for pushing limits or making people forsake their normal preferences. However he could make an exception if it was something he really wanted to do anyways. If this guy wanted to get all worked up about him being mean, well, what a good reason to be mean!]
You've just got that look to you. [A masochist made sexual bullying into an ethical affair- a rare commodity!]
[He waits for what he'll owe in exchange, his ear flicks slightly.]
Aahhh, well, you're right that it's fair. [He puts on a show of being put-out about it but his body language says that's on the lighter end of possible punishments. It's clear he could imagine worse even if he didn't share the same imagination as Mr. Eyepatch.]
Should I toss this one? [He reaches to place his fingers on the stick of the choco-banana that's been held in his face the whole time. Yugamu can feel that despite how much fur was present the palm of his hand and tips of his fingers were disappointingly normal-feeling.]
[ Of that, they might be of the same mind. There's always something entertaining in finding little buttons to press, earning those nice expressions of shock or disgust or embarrassment. It just so happens that flipping the tables is hard when it's someone who can derive enjoyment from good or bad treatment.
Not that he doesn't have standards, of course...but good luck finding them.
You can make everything an ethical affair when just about anything gets you off. Some people would consider a talent. Most would consider it menacing. The small laugh that slips out at that attempt at looking more troubled than he is probably seems harmless up until he opens his mouth. ]
It's not my usual style, but a guy has to make do. [ Now he's the one opting to make a little show of looking put-out, wistful sigh and everything. ] They took all my scalpels, you know? Maybe if they'd left me with just one...
[ What that says about the possibilities, we'll leave to the imagination. Yugamu's imagination, mostly, which is apparently going places most people wouldn't go with a gun judging by that ecstatic glint in his eyes.
But, ah, that touch. Normal-feeling, yes, but that just crawls up to crank the speed on the cogs in his brain, something to take note of and file away. Interesting. Aak's so very interesting. ]
It's all yours, man. [ He'll even straighten it out properly to hand it over, letting that little contact linger just a tad too much. Heh. ] Better it goes somewhere it can fit, right?
[Meanwhile, Aak was a patently unfair kind of tormentor. He didn't enjoy it at all when his own behavior got flipped on him. He did a fair job of pretending not to be put on edge by certain things. But perhaps he may end up yowling by the end of the night. Even if he hated having the tables flipped he did get off on the adrenaline of dodging shots.]
Oh, yea, they hate givin' us anything sharp.
[No fucking way is he admitting to his hard-earned and stolen scalpels. He can see the future. If he admits to having a scalpel then he's put a big target on his back that says "stalk me to my room" and then he's going to have to figure out a way to dodge every time he needs to take a shit because the Rank 3 rooms don't have individual bathrooms. He can see it in his mind's eye.]
There's probably some in the clinic, though, ["so go bother them."] If you get one, you should let me know! Hehe. [That sentiment is more honest because no matter the risk he could always use more medical tools and if this was a path to get them then it was worth it.]
[Anyhow, the choco-banana is now in his possession. He can tell the touch lingered a bit longer but it doesn't add to the discomfort. Physical touch was more natural to Aak anyways. He'll even give him a little bap with the back of his hand, that side has fur. The banana does seem to be starting to wobble a bit, though, from being poked and prodded and abused by two handsome(?) young men.]
Hm, let's see- we gotta try and match the distance of the wheel. [He scampers back to what he thinks is an accurate approximation and raises his free hand.]
[ A fair bit of masochism might do him some good. After all, humiliation is a part of life....you can't win them all. ]
Talk about a waste. There's nothing wrong with wanting to get a little rough with your special someone, or whoever might be up for it.
[ His definition of rough and other people's might vary severely, but seriously. They've got dildo roulette, but no knifeplay? Considering the room he'd woken up in, with it's finely weighted flogs and gleaming (albeit poorly made) restraints, he would have figured they'd be down for more of an intimate experience...
His disappoint covers up the way he's latched onto every word, slipping them past his lips and rolling them on his tongue to pinpoint the flavor. Confident, yes; but enough that Yugamu has reasonable doubt he's lying out his ass. If he's who he thinks he is, and if he's garnered enough, there's no way those hands haven't delved into some naughty places and taken what they shouldn't. Aak is wrong in only one respect— he had that target slapped on his back the moment Yugamu laid eyes on him. ]
Of course. How can I say no to a fellow connoisseur? [ The interest in his eyes is as sharp as the things he's coveting, the smile less polite. More pointy. Hungry, perhaps. ] I'd love to see what you do with them, by the way. Maybe even up close.
[ That brush of fur has his heart skipping a little beat in the way only an exciting new prospect can. Oh, he wants to peel back what's under there, see for himself how their muscles might match. Maybe next time, when Aak isn't scampering away with a wibbly banana in hand, poised to chuck it at his open and awaiting maw.
Not his top 10 kinks, by far. Maybe not even top 20. But the prize and humiliation make balance out to make up for it, which is why he's leaning back against that bench, face aflush as he raises a sharpened nail to tap at his mouth. ]
I'm a man of my word, you know? [ The sharp points of his canines catch the light as he opens his mouth. Target area. ] Make sure you aim right...it might be a tight fit.
[ If his tongue peeks out just a little, completely on purpose, it's just for the show. No need to worry about it. ]
[There was an interesting hypocrisy to the unavailability of sharps. It was one thing to say they might want to prevent nonsexual bloodshed! But Aak has known for years that you didn't need something sharp to kill someone. It seemed like so many other things were easily available. Hell, actual aphrodisiacs that would be controlled substances were right out in the carnival foods. He'd even run into variants that killed the target if they didn't indulge. So an enterprising murderer couldn't have a knife but was allowed pollen that drove a guy out of his mind and left him dead in two hours?]
[He'd pretty much given up on trying to apply logic to the scenario he'd spent over a year living in. It was much better for his sanity to just think "it is what it is."]
Not used to havin' someone watching over my shoulder, [he says about his scalpel-work,] or, well, [a grin that's laced with its own bitterness,] not someone who wasn't makin' sure my hands were nice and steady.
[Gang members always seemed to think a dude was stupid and needed three to four thugs in the room to make it real clear the guy on the table had to make it out. Ah, jeez, that's a memory. He's happy to flush that one out of his head and instead focus on the ludicrous task in front of them now.]
Tighter's better than looser, right~? [He's perfectly fine loudly announcing the innuendo from distance.]
[Anyways, if this isn't going to work out, he would at least want to hit the guy. He tilts the choco-bana stick to aim it like a little spear. Aim... And send it! Aak's aim may not be assassin-level but he's messed around enough to have a pretty good eye for where he's throwing something. And while he lacks distinct upper arm strength he's now trying to launch something particularly heavy. Now it's all up to the other side.]
[ A fun thing to think about, really, since he personally could kill someone with just about anything, if he put his mind to it. Not that he would around here, because he's obviously a man of standards and taste...but the thought still stands. Nevermind a few scalpels, it seems he'll have to see what else the infirmary has to offer that he can add to his recently empty collection. It's probably no bio-lab, but malpractice boys make do.
Yugamu's smile doesn't diminish even if that bitterness is clear to his sharp eyes, a low hum escaping as he files that away. ]
Oh, no worries. I love jumping right in as much as the next guy, but watching suits me just fine, too. [ Too many cooks in the kitchen, or too many scalpels in the chest cavity? ] Who likes getting critiqued when they're elbow deep in fluids, right?
[ Sure, if it was shoddy work and life or death, but something tells him this guy knows his stuff. All the more to get a firsthand peek once all is said and done.
But, back to business. The business being Aak standing several feet away, banana-armed and dangerous. A flash of thought that this is a little more ridiculous than he'd usually swing is there, but honestly? It's not as out there as the stripping dildo wheel. Plus, he's not a bad shot. That precisely aimed phallic fruit launches with a purpose, and for a moment, it could seem like it's aiming right for that lazily open mouth. Almost angled just right, almost perfect— and then it splatters.
Not quite in his face, sadly, it's angled too low...but it does slide against a pale cheek awkwardly and smush straight into the back of the bench. There's little bits of mushy banana and warm chocolate splattered on the pale of his cheek, and the thing itself drops to his shoulder before rolling off and falling to the dirt. Uneaten, ant-food. Ah, the poor bastard. Yugamu looks at the recently deceased, then Aak. ]
...Not the worst thing I've ever had on my face, [ lmao ] but it almost feels like a waste. Too bad.
[ A clawed finger idly swipes the remains off his face, giving it a lick. Hm, mushy. ]
[It was amazing how easily a person could just stop breathing. The people who watched it happen every day became intimately aware of that. The times the thugs around him had told him to "make it look like an accident" were always simpler than making sure the bastard made it through. There was a certain high in it either way. A successful surgery could leave him filled with adrenaline and satisfaction even if the person on the table was a scumbag.]
[It quickly instilled in him that he should at least do those things for his own satisfaction. He didn't save lives. He simply put people's guts back in them and patted their back on their way to meet with fate.]
[(He would probably be offended to be criticized, though, because he does take a good deal of pride in his skill if not pride in his profession.)]
[He wishes he could take more pride in that throw. Close only counted in horseshoes and hand grenades. Still! It smeared on his face! Aak's tail lashes back and forth in a much more obvious tell of his frustration before he bothers to open his mouth.]
Five second rule? [He would definitely cheer up if he watched someone eat a discarded snack off the ground like an animal. He does start walking back to reduce the distance between them. Even if he's lost it's not a loss big enough that he feels the need to run from it.]
[ What is life, if not for the satisfaction? Perhaps one can manage to scrape by in life doing things they don't enjoy, enduring things they hate, living monotone and listless....but Yugamu can't. Well, not anymore. He spent most of his life doing that, and the emptiness it left behind threatened to writhe out of his skin and swallow him whole. Much better to do something that fills that gaping hole in your chest, even if just a little bit.
That part, at least, they've got in common.
Yugamu has finished wiping banana remains off his face, as well as idly flicking it off the bunched shoulder of his bathrobe. His smile is wide, but not quite as smug as he feels on the inside; the guy's not necessarily an animal person, but he at least knows what that furious swish of the tail means. If only it was intimidating rather than adorable. ]
Pass. [ A man of varied, extensive, unique and grotesque tastes he is, but every man has his limits. He doesn't even bother to look down at the poor banana when he gestures himself with manicured hands. ] But if you're that peckish, I won't stop you.
[ Knowing full well the other boy won't be agreeing to that, he's just going to gracefully get off that bench, stretching his arms with a barely audible crack. ]
Sounds fun, but maybe I'll try something else. Banana isn't in my top flavors even if it's the most ideal for watching. [ He doesn't need to elaborate on that, likely.. ] But enough about me. This is for you, after all!
[ Since Aak has decided to gracefully head to his gallows (for now?), Yugamu will start off towards those gleaming stalls...although he does wait for Aak to catch up. Can't leave without the star! ]
[Maybe it would be validating, to hear that yes, it was possible to suppress everything that made a life worth living. It was possible and it was miserable. It was worth it to endure the societal disdain that came from being flighty, annoying, and unethical. Just maybe.]
[For now, though, Aak participates in that foot-dragging way, where he's not openly objecting but not eager. He catches up and walks side-by-side only because it's irritating to see the guy glancing back at him like he's a kid. He doesn't need his hand held! Besides, the dude's nails would probably work on giving him a new tattoo if they did.]
Uh huh, "for" me. [Although,]
It is my choice, though, huh. [He just has to sample "something" and let the other man watch. He's the veteran here, he can probably narrow down what of the offerings would be the least interesting. He could never tell which ones were blunt aphrodisiacs and which ones induced more embarrassing things, like honesty.]
Say, [he bumps his shoulder against Yugamu, fine with that degree of closeness despite being a sore loser,] which one makes you most excited?
[There's a mischievous little grin on his face. He is, of course, going to exclude Yugamu's top preference immediately from his mental list.]
[ He certainly wouldn't hear it from Yugamu; if given the option, he'd simply never do it again. The eyes and the skepticism and the judgement are worth it, he thinks, if he can be himself. After all, if he bares it for all to see, surely someone will eventually take note and accept it. He would tell Aak that too, if he knew.
Yugamu's smile slips up his lips just a tad further as Aak saddles next to him, although he doesn't turn to look right away. It's fine if he wants to drag his feet a little; it's endearing that he's at least accepted his fate. ]
Aren't you the one who gets to do the exciting part?
[ So it is technically 'for' him. Isn't there a fun thrill in swallowing down something new, unaware of the effects?
...That's him, though, so who knows. ]
I'd normally say Dealer's Choice, but I'm curious what you'd pick after watching so intently.
[ The bump is a little surprising, gaze snapping to the side finally, but the look gradually turns moreso amused than anything. Now, that's closeness he doesn't mind. ]
Asking for my professional opinion? [ That one does earn a laugh. Oh, Aak. Could you be any more obvious what you're fishing for?
Fortunate for him, that Yugamu decides to simply jab the barb in his cheek for fun. It technically doesn't go against their little deal, and why not dilute the pool? ] If I had to choose, the sake does look interesting...
[Aak much prefers to be the one watching, thanks! How's he supposed to record data if he's testing on himself? He needed to at least have a general idea before he started popping his own pills. Still, he is considering that by playing along here he can gain access to another test subject... although he'll later learn that his dosages will have to be wild to get any applicable data.]
Oh, yea, 'cos whatever they use has to mesh well with the alcohol... the bubbles are pretty cutesy, though.
[He grins a bit, happy to think Yugamu doesn't see his ploy. Of the ones that were left... he's a little curious to imagine how the hell this place a rice cracker sexy. However, that means he's gotta chow down on it himself and isn't that just kind of a boring flavor? The sweet potato also seems like a funny one to go with but the love charm wrapping? That's a warning sign if he's ever seen one... he doesn't wanna know what kind of thing he might agree to if he got all lovey-dovey for this guy. What if he woke up without a kidney?]
[So, the best one is probably...]
I wanna eat cake! [he decides, leaning away from any poke or prod and padding ahead to the vendor with the tsuyu hada cake. He gets to the counter and turns with an expectant look. It seems, despite being the loser, he's still expecting to be gifted the trial snack with all the care of a guy being forced to pay on the first date.]
[ Testing on oneself is actually very simple! All you need is a burning curiosity and maybe a mirror on occasion. And also the revival machine that can bring you back after you die, but you know; that's just a small part. No better way to tell how badly a poison burns or exactly how long it'll take to regain feeling in your limbs than by ingesting it yourself.
Although, a good test subject is fun. He does enjoy watching people writhe just as much as he enjoys the feeling himself. ]
Right? Alcohol content can always be a factor in how things react, especially with the liver....really makes you wonder what stuff they've got cooked up.
[ He really is so cute, enough that Yugamu doesn't quite feel like ruining it. Not right now, anyway; he can save that for later. He is watching how his eyes dance over the selections, and part of him wonders the factors. Presentation? Maybe some knowledge from his little people-watching stint earlier? Some of them are pretty obvious, even without prior knowledge...
He shouldn't really be surprised at the choice, though.
There's a leisurely stride to the counter even with that expectant look, turning to examine the pleasantly laid out confectionaries before he even bothers to answer. ]
Feeling sweet, are we? You already were to start, but I guess this works.
[ Heh.
Either way, Yugamu will be a good date(?) and lift his watch to pay for that little cake. All yours, furry boy. While he snatches that up, the crowd is getting a good sideways glance. ]
Shall we sit, or are you going to put on a show for everyone right here? I'm open to anything.
[Adaptability was a key part of surviving here, in Aak's mind. It was what he told himself every time he considered staying. He could thrive in this environment because he wasn't suited to a normal life, with things like taxes and lawns. So there's something about the way that Yugamu has also quickly adapted, how he's able to pay without so much as a moment's hesitation- is it kinship? Is it the unease that a trait of his is widely shared?]
[In a sense, it adds an emotional layer to the practicality of testing on another person: it's fine if it happens to you but I am something different.]
[The topmost layer of the cake has a faint sheen to it, reflecting the lights of the many booths around it. It's a funny thing, how it's meant to evoke the look of skin but is now in the hands of someone who can't make that parallel. If Aak's skin looked like that beneath the fur then he wasn't rushing to show it off. He twirls the provided disposable fork in his fingers,]
Find a place, duh. [As if it were obvious.]
I may have promised you a front row seat but what's everyone else here done for me? No free rides!
[Again, that light-footed step, circling around the younger man and leading him away from the bustle. He didn't want to find a truly isolated place, that felt as stupid as going for the lovey-dovey sweet potato, but he didn't want to take his possible L in front of a crowd. There was also a confidence in his mind that no one would help even if he were surrounded by people. If both options were equally risky why not value his privacy?]
[He stabs the cake with the fork as he walks, not separating it or eating it but just breaking the skin and rotating the implement back and forth to aggravate the wound.]
And, [another playful gesture, turning to walk backward for a few steps and continue leading while also talking face-to-face,]
I like sweets but I'm not that sweet, yanno? [A smile, another turn, not willing to accidentally run into a pole or anything for the bit.]
[ How strangely different, yet similar. An assassin's job is to adapt; to become whatever the job needs, to take advantage of anything to get it done. If he can adapt to the Academy, kidnapped and sent off to war to kill and kill until the killing is done under the shade of a sky he'd never seen his whole life, then this place can be handled with the same ease.
The only difference is he no longer needs to swing his blade with such loveless fervor. He'll miss the blood staining his uniform, but not the necessary slaughter and early-morning alarms.
...What a cake, though. Yugamu admittedly does stare a little in appreciation at the way it's evoking the glossy sheen of well-kept skin, which only begs the question what it does. Not that he'll have to ponder that for long, gaze switching to both watch and listen to Aak's march away from the crowds. ]
Not into voyeurism? You're not wrong; that's more third date material, anyway.
[ Whether or not that's a reassuring statement is none of business.
Yugamu is obediently following Aak at a leisurely pace, despite the excitement he feels. There's a joy in teasing the other boy that gives him quite a thrill, and he can save the enthusiasm for the show itself....although Aak is making it hard, playing with that fork in a way that leaves less than savory images in Yugamu's overtly adventurous mind.
Ones that might get worse once he turns to meet him face to face for a few seconds, that playful smile earning a dangerous one in turn to match the glint in his eye. ]
I wouldn't mind finding out just how much. [ Not that he doesn't have an idea in his head, walking a bit closer than he was before. ] But that can wait until after. This type of personal experiment really does give me the shivers...
[ A shame. He would have absolutely had a giggle at him walking into a pole for the bit... ]
[If only the cake could bleed. Sadly, the person who created it to evoke skin wasn't quite on Yugamu's level. All the teasing of the fork does is disrupt the frosting and reveal some lightly-colored cake beneath. A splash of raspberry jam would really make all the difference. Stirring it up does make the faint sweet smell permeate the air around them.]
Third date, huh? You mean watching or bein' watched?
[There was a difference, wasn't there? He didn't mind being the one doing the watching. He wasn't really an exhibitionist, though, at least not when he might actually feel a certain way. There was his body, which was whatever, but then the vulnerability was the real prize. That one he didn't really want to show off to anyone.]
[Yet, here he is, in a place where he can't guarantee what the snack will make him do. They make their way to another set of benches. Aak plops himself down on the seat, his tail curling to the far side of him. If Yugamu chose to sit down he didn't want him having his tail so easily grabbed.]
... and doesn't this thing sorta count? [he crosses one leg over the other, smiling in a coy way. He would argue the line between voyeurism and scientific observation was how much a person was getting off on it.]
[ A shame indeed. Yugamu wouldn't really consider himself a sweets person, but that tantalizing smell in the air would go wonderfully with a particular visual...perhaps it's a suggestion for next time. ]
Oh, I'm pretty versatile. someone watching you, getting to witness your shame up close and personal...It's so humiliating, but it makes my heart race. I don't mind getting to look, either.
[ Both are equally tantalizing ideas, as a man and a scientist; to experience the fruits of your labor firsthand, or to watch someone else do so? To let someone see all your sordid actions and humiliation, or to get to watch it in real time? The line between voyeurism and scientific observation is indeed slim, and Yugamu would rather take that line and crack it in half.
He really should have gotten a snack for himself. The more he thinks about it, the more tempting the idea gets....
Well, at least the night is still young.
Back to where they started, merely different locations. Unfortunately for Aak, Yugamu will take that seat! Perhaps closer than he needs to be, legs crossed so he can rest one pale cheek on the palm of his hand as he peers straight at the older boy with enough force he could possibly look right through him. If nothing else gave it away, the near-manic grin to match the look in his eyes gives away how excited he is for the show. ]
Heehee, it could be. Although, depending on what it does, I might feel a little selfish and not want to share... [ Judging by the breathy quality of his words, this can be more dangerous than less. ] I should really make bets more often, if it means I get to enjoy things like this.
[As much as Aak would say he doesn't get it, humiliation is a kink that's popular enough to be understood. He doesn't want to spare a moment to the idea it's erotic, though. Yea, of course his heart would pound in a situation like that. That's just the nervous system. It's fear because any moment you break might be the moment you can never negotiate again.]
[Even if 98% of people here were nicer than the Triad.]
[When Yugamu sits down, Aak considers his choice to keep his tail farther away a good one. He can easily imagine the other guy holding it in his arms like a plush. Or, like, licking it. He's got not reason not to assign a wide range of weird possible kinks and fetishes to this guy.]
Yea, you should, totally. [Nothing quite like encouraging gambling in a casino. Well, right here and now it didn't have the feel of a casino. Still, might as well encourage that because the guy can't win every bet. Something would fall against his luck. He stabs the cake one more time, this time with intent.]
I don't hate that attitude, I guess. [He thrives on being selfish and he certainly doesn't want to be shared around by the people he messes around with. He brings a forkful of cake to his mouth and starts eating. It's as sweet as expected, with the skin-like layer having a bit of tension to it and the cake itself practically melting in the mouth.]
Just, [he points with his fork, realizing Yugamu's close enough to practically prod with the utensil,] don't go locking me up anywhere. I got people who'll notice if my cute face isn't around!
[ Isn't the fact it's the nervous system what makes it all the more exciting? The rush of endorphins in response to fear and stress, goosebumps trailing up your arms and hairs standing on end...the way the heart can beat faster from numerous sources, be it excitement or terror. When you mix the both of them, the dopamine release truly is like no other. Oh, the delights of the body.
Fortunately for Aak, he will not be moving to lick that tail. Yet. Who knows what the future will hold?
Yugamu watches his stab that cake, notably full of intent, and shivers. ]
Is that encouragement, or do you want to see me face some humiliation sometime? Not that I'm opposed to the latter.
[ He's watching the other boy eat with an almost grotesque level of fascination, eyes locked on the movement of his mouth as he chews. You won't find an inch of shame if he gets noticed, either; he's enjoying his winnings, thank you very much.
The request, and fork-pointing, at least drags his attention away for a second. ]
Alright, alright. I don't have a room for that kind of thing, anyway. [ Yet. Haha I mean what. Moving on, he'll just lean in a bit so that fork is poking into that stupid pink bathrobe, right above his heart. ] But you can't blame me if you end up acting too cute for me to resist. I'm a simple guy, y'know.
[There were certain biological wires Aak was happy to not cross. He was fucked up enough as a person anyways.]
[Thankfully, Aak doesn't wilt too much from the level of attention. He didn't have the politeness to suddenly worry about his etiquette or the motions of his eating. Yugamu's eyes can hinge on every little curl of the lip and Aak will just enjoy his treat. Mentally, he's also trying to track when his first symptoms will pop up. He doesn't usually test on himself but it didn't mean he was lazy about it.]
[Aak's eyes flick to the exact point the fork is touching. Between Rib 2 & 3? Yeah, nothing risky in that.]
See, that's why you gotta gamble, [he grins, pulling the fork back as if that would make Yugamu also retract from his space.]
It's the fastest way to make chips that isn't fuckin'... and less messy.
[It's realizing their close enough for their shoulders to bump that starts his realization. The simply contact of two parts of the body together feels like an impact. His own shirt rubs against his skin in a way that lingers and draws his focus. He doesn't gasp. Still, there's a long enough pause that a keen observer would tell he's suppressing a reaction.]
And, [He taps the fork back against the cake, pressing on before the effect can magnify,] if you lose and end up in a bad place, 'course I'll wanna come take a look. I'm pretty simple about that kinda thing, too.
[As long as he doesn't move too much he can minimize the sensation of his own clothes against his body. He can still offer a coy smile, he can still tease-]
[-although he's really just struggling for the sake of his pride. Inevitably the effects would be discovered or discussed he just preferred to try and do it on his own terms.]
[ Right there! The pressure is a nice, grounding feeling, albeit the prongs are a bit dull. Shame. There's a momentary drifting thought of what it'd feel like to have it sink in and chip against his ribs, but he can imagine that'd spoil a meal for most people.
Not that it's stopped him before, mind you.
Yugamu does indeed not retract from his space, but he does lament the loss of something sharp pressing against his skin. ]
Between you and me, I don't really mind messy. It's the business, y'know? [ In a sense, anyway. He can do clean easy, but there's always blood. Remnants of poison. Bodies to deal with. He likes the chemical sting of disinfectant and a well-tended lab as much as anyone else, but a bit of mess is merely part of the fun. ] But it's the easier option, no doubt. I'm not some senseless hedonistic pervert chasing tail.
[ Hedonistic, perhaps. Pervert, well. But senseless? Heaven forbid.
It's in this moment there's that brush, and while it's faint and hardly on his radar, it's the lack of reaction that has his attention. The stretch is enough that a regular person would merely take it as awkwardness, but whatever little time they've spent together has keyed Yugamu into certain things.
He doesn't say anything, yet. But his gaze is suddenly a lot sharper, eyes just a little more narrow. Nearly predatory, to the more practiced. ]
Well, if it interests you that much...I'll just have to keep you in mind. [ He merely stretches a bit, choosing to inch just a bit more in that personal space, looking at everything— the flicker of his eyes, the twitches, the way that smile seems to strain at the edges just a bit. ]
But only if you don't mind if I come knocking if the same happens to you. [ One hand reaches up with one taloned nail, just to let it innocently brush that the hand still holding that fork...provided he doesn't pull it away, of course. ] What goes around comes around, right?
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If you talk about me like that, you'll get me all flustered.
[ Says man who is very much just walking around a few sheer-and-robed steps from being ass naked. The bright, neon Violence! Passion! Vivisection! printed on it here and there probably doesn't help his case. The fact the rest isn't visible is...probably a small mercy.
But he's not entirely wrong. Half the reason Yugamu sauntered here is the calculation in Aak's gaze. The other half is the intrigue. When most of the people you know are normal flesh and blood, no extra limbs or animal-like extremities, a simple deviation can really light a fire in you. ]
So in the face is a bit much— [ the banana's length of space between them does a little twirl, a heart-shaped sprinkle falling sadly to the bench between them. ] but in your hands is fine? I'm enjoying learning more about you. It makes me wonder how good your aim is...
[ Is this flirting? God hopes not. ]
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[The weird flirting isn't necessarily better but it is easier to respond to.]
Hey, I just said it was rude to whip it out first thing! [he raises a hand to poke the tip of the choco banana with his finger. He wiggles his finger suggestively around the tip until the chocolate coating cracks. Oops. He flicks his finger so the shard of chocolate that stuck to his fingertips goes tumbling away.]
If you want me to toss something at you, though, that's way easier.
[... touching a dick was also pretty easy. For plenty of new people he could warn them to get over any little scruples they were holding onto. He gets the feeling, though, that he can't invoke and weird dread or embarrassment by admitting his handjob finesse here.]
[Given the choice, he's much happier to see if he can get this guy up on the wheel than end up giving him a handie behind one of the stalls.]
Oh! I could toss one of these and you catch it in your mouth! [he giggles, gesturing to the poor, exposed banana tip.]
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Not that he hides them to begin with, of course. ]
I guess it is a bit much to skip the foreplay. [ Whacked thing to say as you watch a guy feel at the no-homo phallic chocobanana between you both, but far from the most whacked thing that's going to come out of his mouth today. Might not even be top 20.
The first offer has his eyes wrinkling; while not in his 10 top kinks by any means, there's a certain thrill in there somewhere. Sharp objects would add some flavor, but the abject humiliation that comes with the stuff around here isn't so bad either.
Then there's the gesture, and Yugamu's face twists, sharp points of his teeth in that smile as a pleased flush clings to the pallor of his face. ]
Is that where you want to start? [ He tilts that neglected banana just so. ] I'm pretty talented at making things fit, so we could always give it a go.
[ But the way he decides to actually look at Aak is more like he's choosing to see through him...or at least peel back a few layers of skin and muscle, with a little too much enthusiasm. ]
But I don't have much to strip, so that takes part of the excitement away...we could always make the prize something else.
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Yea, yea! [Whack or not, though, Aak is eager to see if he actually could. The absurdity of success outweighs his doubts.]
[The muscles of the human face were adjusted ever so slightly to fit over a cat-like snout. The same muscles caused the twitches of his lip. The same muscles made his eyes widen or created a curve of his undereye lid. The same muscles... lead him to grimace at remembering that if he wants to see a freak catch a banana in his mouth he has to put something up as collateral.]
Well, it's not like you've got much stuff anyways...
[Loser does something for the winner? Too open. Too vague.]
If I win, I get to walk you around with a collar. [If he doesn't win? Well, his pride will take a major hit... but it's safer than putting up nothing.]
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The enthusiasm has that amusement tugging at his lips, leaning a pale cheek into the curve of his palm. Both the excitement and the dampening of that glimmer right into a grimace...all are things that earn a chuckle. It's pretty easy to tell what he's thinking, but Yugamu isn't too offended.
Something does spark dangerously in that one visible eye, however, probably not made any less off-putting by the way his face starts to flush with a vengeance. ]
Collaring me on the first date? You really know how to get a guy going, you know...!
[ He sounds...a little too excited, even knowing it would be his loss.
But he has to put his own chips on the table, and it's really such a shame he's without his usual kit. A good scalpel could really do him good right about now, vaguely wondering if the flesh beneath that fur is all the same, but he'll have to settle for something else in the vein of scientific exploration.
Well, and to get his rocks off. That's equally if not even more important. ]
If you lose...[ A sharp nail taps at his chin once, twice, before it turns to point at the food stall nearby. The special limited edition ones. ] I'd like to watch you eat one of those.
[ The specific one can be decided later, since the thought is accompanied by another sharp-cut smile. ]
After all, experiencing that sort of thing firsthand after watching it in action is only fair, right?
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You've just got that look to you. [A masochist made sexual bullying into an ethical affair- a rare commodity!]
[He waits for what he'll owe in exchange, his ear flicks slightly.]
Aahhh, well, you're right that it's fair. [He puts on a show of being put-out about it but his body language says that's on the lighter end of possible punishments. It's clear he could imagine worse even if he didn't share the same imagination as Mr. Eyepatch.]
Should I toss this one? [He reaches to place his fingers on the stick of the choco-banana that's been held in his face the whole time. Yugamu can feel that despite how much fur was present the palm of his hand and tips of his fingers were disappointingly normal-feeling.]
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Not that he doesn't have standards, of course...but good luck finding them.
You can make everything an ethical affair when just about anything gets you off. Some people would consider a talent. Most would consider it menacing. The small laugh that slips out at that attempt at looking more troubled than he is probably seems harmless up until he opens his mouth. ]
It's not my usual style, but a guy has to make do. [ Now he's the one opting to make a little show of looking put-out, wistful sigh and everything. ] They took all my scalpels, you know? Maybe if they'd left me with just one...
[ What that says about the possibilities, we'll leave to the imagination. Yugamu's imagination, mostly, which is apparently going places most people wouldn't go with a gun judging by that ecstatic glint in his eyes.
But, ah, that touch. Normal-feeling, yes, but that just crawls up to crank the speed on the cogs in his brain, something to take note of and file away. Interesting. Aak's so very interesting. ]
It's all yours, man. [ He'll even straighten it out properly to hand it over, letting that little contact linger just a tad too much. Heh. ] Better it goes somewhere it can fit, right?
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Oh, yea, they hate givin' us anything sharp.
[No fucking way is he admitting to his hard-earned and stolen scalpels. He can see the future. If he admits to having a scalpel then he's put a big target on his back that says "stalk me to my room" and then he's going to have to figure out a way to dodge every time he needs to take a shit because the Rank 3 rooms don't have individual bathrooms. He can see it in his mind's eye.]
There's probably some in the clinic, though, ["so go bother them."] If you get one, you should let me know! Hehe. [That sentiment is more honest because no matter the risk he could always use more medical tools and if this was a path to get them then it was worth it.]
[Anyhow, the choco-banana is now in his possession. He can tell the touch lingered a bit longer but it doesn't add to the discomfort. Physical touch was more natural to Aak anyways. He'll even give him a little bap with the back of his hand, that side has fur. The banana does seem to be starting to wobble a bit, though, from being poked and prodded and abused by two handsome(?) young men.]
Hm, let's see- we gotta try and match the distance of the wheel. [He scampers back to what he thinks is an accurate approximation and raises his free hand.]
If you got any objections, now's the time!
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Talk about a waste. There's nothing wrong with wanting to get a little rough with your special someone, or whoever might be up for it.
[ His definition of rough and other people's might vary severely, but seriously. They've got dildo roulette, but no knifeplay? Considering the room he'd woken up in, with it's finely weighted flogs and gleaming (albeit poorly made) restraints, he would have figured they'd be down for more of an intimate experience...
His disappoint covers up the way he's latched onto every word, slipping them past his lips and rolling them on his tongue to pinpoint the flavor. Confident, yes; but enough that Yugamu has reasonable doubt he's lying out his ass. If he's who he thinks he is, and if he's garnered enough, there's no way those hands haven't delved into some naughty places and taken what they shouldn't. Aak is wrong in only one respect— he had that target slapped on his back the moment Yugamu laid eyes on him. ]
Of course. How can I say no to a fellow connoisseur? [ The interest in his eyes is as sharp as the things he's coveting, the smile less polite. More pointy. Hungry, perhaps. ] I'd love to see what you do with them, by the way. Maybe even up close.
[ That brush of fur has his heart skipping a little beat in the way only an exciting new prospect can. Oh, he wants to peel back what's under there, see for himself how their muscles might match. Maybe next time, when Aak isn't scampering away with a wibbly banana in hand, poised to chuck it at his open and awaiting maw.
Not his top 10 kinks, by far. Maybe not even top 20. But the prize and humiliation make balance out to make up for it, which is why he's leaning back against that bench, face aflush as he raises a sharpened nail to tap at his mouth. ]
I'm a man of my word, you know? [ The sharp points of his canines catch the light as he opens his mouth. Target area. ] Make sure you aim right...it might be a tight fit.
[ If his tongue peeks out just a little, completely on purpose, it's just for the show. No need to worry about it. ]
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[He'd pretty much given up on trying to apply logic to the scenario he'd spent over a year living in. It was much better for his sanity to just think "it is what it is."]
Not used to havin' someone watching over my shoulder, [he says about his scalpel-work,] or, well, [a grin that's laced with its own bitterness,] not someone who wasn't makin' sure my hands were nice and steady.
[Gang members always seemed to think a dude was stupid and needed three to four thugs in the room to make it real clear the guy on the table had to make it out. Ah, jeez, that's a memory. He's happy to flush that one out of his head and instead focus on the ludicrous task in front of them now.]
Tighter's better than looser, right~? [He's perfectly fine loudly announcing the innuendo from distance.]
[Anyways, if this isn't going to work out, he would at least want to hit the guy. He tilts the choco-bana stick to aim it like a little spear. Aim... And send it! Aak's aim may not be assassin-level but he's messed around enough to have a pretty good eye for where he's throwing something. And while he lacks distinct upper arm strength he's now trying to launch something particularly heavy. Now it's all up to the other side.]
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Yugamu's smile doesn't diminish even if that bitterness is clear to his sharp eyes, a low hum escaping as he files that away. ]
Oh, no worries. I love jumping right in as much as the next guy, but watching suits me just fine, too. [ Too many cooks in the kitchen, or too many scalpels in the chest cavity? ] Who likes getting critiqued when they're elbow deep in fluids, right?
[ Sure, if it was shoddy work and life or death, but something tells him this guy knows his stuff. All the more to get a firsthand peek once all is said and done.
But, back to business. The business being Aak standing several feet away, banana-armed and dangerous. A flash of thought that this is a little more ridiculous than he'd usually swing is there, but honestly? It's not as out there as the stripping dildo wheel. Plus, he's not a bad shot. That precisely aimed phallic fruit launches with a purpose, and for a moment, it could seem like it's aiming right for that lazily open mouth. Almost angled just right, almost perfect— and then it splatters.
Not quite in his face, sadly, it's angled too low...but it does slide against a pale cheek awkwardly and smush straight into the back of the bench. There's little bits of mushy banana and warm chocolate splattered on the pale of his cheek, and the thing itself drops to his shoulder before rolling off and falling to the dirt. Uneaten, ant-food. Ah, the poor bastard. Yugamu looks at the recently deceased, then Aak. ]
...Not the worst thing I've ever had on my face, [ lmao ] but it almost feels like a waste. Too bad.
[ A clawed finger idly swipes the remains off his face, giving it a lick. Hm, mushy. ]
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[It quickly instilled in him that he should at least do those things for his own satisfaction. He didn't save lives. He simply put people's guts back in them and patted their back on their way to meet with fate.]
[(He would probably be offended to be criticized, though, because he does take a good deal of pride in his skill if not pride in his profession.)]
[He wishes he could take more pride in that throw. Close only counted in horseshoes and hand grenades. Still! It smeared on his face! Aak's tail lashes back and forth in a much more obvious tell of his frustration before he bothers to open his mouth.]
Five second rule? [He would definitely cheer up if he watched someone eat a discarded snack off the ground like an animal. He does start walking back to reduce the distance between them. Even if he's lost it's not a loss big enough that he feels the need to run from it.]
Or just grab one when we hit the stalls.
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That part, at least, they've got in common.
Yugamu has finished wiping banana remains off his face, as well as idly flicking it off the bunched shoulder of his bathrobe. His smile is wide, but not quite as smug as he feels on the inside; the guy's not necessarily an animal person, but he at least knows what that furious swish of the tail means. If only it was intimidating rather than adorable. ]
Pass. [ A man of varied, extensive, unique and grotesque tastes he is, but every man has his limits. He doesn't even bother to look down at the poor banana when he gestures himself with manicured hands. ] But if you're that peckish, I won't stop you.
[ Knowing full well the other boy won't be agreeing to that, he's just going to gracefully get off that bench, stretching his arms with a barely audible crack. ]
Sounds fun, but maybe I'll try something else. Banana isn't in my top flavors even if it's the most ideal for watching. [ He doesn't need to elaborate on that, likely.. ] But enough about me. This is for you, after all!
[ Since Aak has decided to gracefully head to his gallows (for now?), Yugamu will start off towards those gleaming stalls...although he does wait for Aak to catch up. Can't leave without the star! ]
Shall we go see what we're working with?
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[For now, though, Aak participates in that foot-dragging way, where he's not openly objecting but not eager. He catches up and walks side-by-side only because it's irritating to see the guy glancing back at him like he's a kid. He doesn't need his hand held! Besides, the dude's nails would probably work on giving him a new tattoo if they did.]
Uh huh, "for" me. [Although,]
It is my choice, though, huh. [He just has to sample "something" and let the other man watch. He's the veteran here, he can probably narrow down what of the offerings would be the least interesting. He could never tell which ones were blunt aphrodisiacs and which ones induced more embarrassing things, like honesty.]
Say, [he bumps his shoulder against Yugamu, fine with that degree of closeness despite being a sore loser,] which one makes you most excited?
[There's a mischievous little grin on his face. He is, of course, going to exclude Yugamu's top preference immediately from his mental list.]
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Yugamu's smile slips up his lips just a tad further as Aak saddles next to him, although he doesn't turn to look right away. It's fine if he wants to drag his feet a little; it's endearing that he's at least accepted his fate. ]
Aren't you the one who gets to do the exciting part?
[ So it is technically 'for' him. Isn't there a fun thrill in swallowing down something new, unaware of the effects?
...That's him, though, so who knows. ]
I'd normally say Dealer's Choice, but I'm curious what you'd pick after watching so intently.
[ The bump is a little surprising, gaze snapping to the side finally, but the look gradually turns moreso amused than anything. Now, that's closeness he doesn't mind. ]
Asking for my professional opinion? [ That one does earn a laugh. Oh, Aak. Could you be any more obvious what you're fishing for?
Fortunate for him, that Yugamu decides to simply jab the barb in his cheek for fun. It technically doesn't go against their little deal, and why not dilute the pool? ] If I had to choose, the sake does look interesting...
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Oh, yea, 'cos whatever they use has to mesh well with the alcohol... the bubbles are pretty cutesy, though.
[He grins a bit, happy to think Yugamu doesn't see his ploy. Of the ones that were left... he's a little curious to imagine how the hell this place a rice cracker sexy. However, that means he's gotta chow down on it himself and isn't that just kind of a boring flavor? The sweet potato also seems like a funny one to go with but the love charm wrapping? That's a warning sign if he's ever seen one... he doesn't wanna know what kind of thing he might agree to if he got all lovey-dovey for this guy. What if he woke up without a kidney?]
[So, the best one is probably...]
I wanna eat cake! [he decides, leaning away from any poke or prod and padding ahead to the vendor with the tsuyu hada cake. He gets to the counter and turns with an expectant look. It seems, despite being the loser, he's still expecting to be gifted the trial snack with all the care of a guy being forced to pay on the first date.]
This one! [eager pointing]
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Although, a good test subject is fun. He does enjoy watching people writhe just as much as he enjoys the feeling himself. ]
Right? Alcohol content can always be a factor in how things react, especially with the liver....really makes you wonder what stuff they've got cooked up.
[ He really is so cute, enough that Yugamu doesn't quite feel like ruining it. Not right now, anyway; he can save that for later. He is watching how his eyes dance over the selections, and part of him wonders the factors. Presentation? Maybe some knowledge from his little people-watching stint earlier? Some of them are pretty obvious, even without prior knowledge...
He shouldn't really be surprised at the choice, though.
There's a leisurely stride to the counter even with that expectant look, turning to examine the pleasantly laid out confectionaries before he even bothers to answer. ]
Feeling sweet, are we? You already were to start, but I guess this works.
[ Heh.
Either way, Yugamu will be a good date(?) and lift his watch to pay for that little cake. All yours, furry boy. While he snatches that up, the crowd is getting a good sideways glance. ]
Shall we sit, or are you going to put on a show for everyone right here? I'm open to anything.
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[In a sense, it adds an emotional layer to the practicality of testing on another person: it's fine if it happens to you but I am something different.]
[The topmost layer of the cake has a faint sheen to it, reflecting the lights of the many booths around it. It's a funny thing, how it's meant to evoke the look of skin but is now in the hands of someone who can't make that parallel. If Aak's skin looked like that beneath the fur then he wasn't rushing to show it off. He twirls the provided disposable fork in his fingers,]
Find a place, duh. [As if it were obvious.]
I may have promised you a front row seat but what's everyone else here done for me? No free rides!
[Again, that light-footed step, circling around the younger man and leading him away from the bustle. He didn't want to find a truly isolated place, that felt as stupid as going for the lovey-dovey sweet potato, but he didn't want to take his possible L in front of a crowd. There was also a confidence in his mind that no one would help even if he were surrounded by people. If both options were equally risky why not value his privacy?]
[He stabs the cake with the fork as he walks, not separating it or eating it but just breaking the skin and rotating the implement back and forth to aggravate the wound.]
And, [another playful gesture, turning to walk backward for a few steps and continue leading while also talking face-to-face,]
I like sweets but I'm not that sweet, yanno? [A smile, another turn, not willing to accidentally run into a pole or anything for the bit.]
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The only difference is he no longer needs to swing his blade with such loveless fervor. He'll miss the blood staining his uniform, but not the necessary slaughter and early-morning alarms.
...What a cake, though. Yugamu admittedly does stare a little in appreciation at the way it's evoking the glossy sheen of well-kept skin, which only begs the question what it does. Not that he'll have to ponder that for long, gaze switching to both watch and listen to Aak's march away from the crowds. ]
Not into voyeurism? You're not wrong; that's more third date material, anyway.
[ Whether or not that's a reassuring statement is none of business.
Yugamu is obediently following Aak at a leisurely pace, despite the excitement he feels. There's a joy in teasing the other boy that gives him quite a thrill, and he can save the enthusiasm for the show itself....although Aak is making it hard, playing with that fork in a way that leaves less than savory images in Yugamu's overtly adventurous mind.
Ones that might get worse once he turns to meet him face to face for a few seconds, that playful smile earning a dangerous one in turn to match the glint in his eye. ]
I wouldn't mind finding out just how much. [ Not that he doesn't have an idea in his head, walking a bit closer than he was before. ] But that can wait until after. This type of personal experiment really does give me the shivers...
[ A shame. He would have absolutely had a giggle at him walking into a pole for the bit... ]
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Third date, huh? You mean watching or bein' watched?
[There was a difference, wasn't there? He didn't mind being the one doing the watching. He wasn't really an exhibitionist, though, at least not when he might actually feel a certain way. There was his body, which was whatever, but then the vulnerability was the real prize. That one he didn't really want to show off to anyone.]
[Yet, here he is, in a place where he can't guarantee what the snack will make him do. They make their way to another set of benches. Aak plops himself down on the seat, his tail curling to the far side of him. If Yugamu chose to sit down he didn't want him having his tail so easily grabbed.]
... and doesn't this thing sorta count? [he crosses one leg over the other, smiling in a coy way. He would argue the line between voyeurism and scientific observation was how much a person was getting off on it.]
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Oh, I'm pretty versatile. someone watching you, getting to witness your shame up close and personal...It's so humiliating, but it makes my heart race. I don't mind getting to look, either.
[ Both are equally tantalizing ideas, as a man and a scientist; to experience the fruits of your labor firsthand, or to watch someone else do so? To let someone see all your sordid actions and humiliation, or to get to watch it in real time? The line between voyeurism and scientific observation is indeed slim, and Yugamu would rather take that line and crack it in half.
He really should have gotten a snack for himself. The more he thinks about it, the more tempting the idea gets....
Well, at least the night is still young.
Back to where they started, merely different locations. Unfortunately for Aak, Yugamu will take that seat! Perhaps closer than he needs to be, legs crossed so he can rest one pale cheek on the palm of his hand as he peers straight at the older boy with enough force he could possibly look right through him. If nothing else gave it away, the near-manic grin to match the look in his eyes gives away how excited he is for the show. ]
Heehee, it could be. Although, depending on what it does, I might feel a little selfish and not want to share... [ Judging by the breathy quality of his words, this can be more dangerous than less. ] I should really make bets more often, if it means I get to enjoy things like this.
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[Even if 98% of people here were nicer than the Triad.]
[When Yugamu sits down, Aak considers his choice to keep his tail farther away a good one. He can easily imagine the other guy holding it in his arms like a plush. Or, like, licking it. He's got not reason not to assign a wide range of weird possible kinks and fetishes to this guy.]
Yea, you should, totally. [Nothing quite like encouraging gambling in a casino. Well, right here and now it didn't have the feel of a casino. Still, might as well encourage that because the guy can't win every bet. Something would fall against his luck. He stabs the cake one more time, this time with intent.]
I don't hate that attitude, I guess. [He thrives on being selfish and he certainly doesn't want to be shared around by the people he messes around with. He brings a forkful of cake to his mouth and starts eating. It's as sweet as expected, with the skin-like layer having a bit of tension to it and the cake itself practically melting in the mouth.]
Just, [he points with his fork, realizing Yugamu's close enough to practically prod with the utensil,] don't go locking me up anywhere. I got people who'll notice if my cute face isn't around!
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Fortunately for Aak, he will not be moving to lick that tail. Yet. Who knows what the future will hold?
Yugamu watches his stab that cake, notably full of intent, and shivers. ]
Is that encouragement, or do you want to see me face some humiliation sometime? Not that I'm opposed to the latter.
[ He's watching the other boy eat with an almost grotesque level of fascination, eyes locked on the movement of his mouth as he chews. You won't find an inch of shame if he gets noticed, either; he's enjoying his winnings, thank you very much.
The request, and fork-pointing, at least drags his attention away for a second. ]
Alright, alright. I don't have a room for that kind of thing, anyway. [ Yet. Haha I mean what. Moving on, he'll just lean in a bit so that fork is poking into that stupid pink bathrobe, right above his heart. ] But you can't blame me if you end up acting too cute for me to resist. I'm a simple guy, y'know.
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[Thankfully, Aak doesn't wilt too much from the level of attention. He didn't have the politeness to suddenly worry about his etiquette or the motions of his eating. Yugamu's eyes can hinge on every little curl of the lip and Aak will just enjoy his treat. Mentally, he's also trying to track when his first symptoms will pop up. He doesn't usually test on himself but it didn't mean he was lazy about it.]
[Aak's eyes flick to the exact point the fork is touching. Between Rib 2 & 3? Yeah, nothing risky in that.]
See, that's why you gotta gamble, [he grins, pulling the fork back as if that would make Yugamu also retract from his space.]
It's the fastest way to make chips that isn't fuckin'... and less messy.
[It's realizing their close enough for their shoulders to bump that starts his realization. The simply contact of two parts of the body together feels like an impact. His own shirt rubs against his skin in a way that lingers and draws his focus. He doesn't gasp. Still, there's a long enough pause that a keen observer would tell he's suppressing a reaction.]
And, [He taps the fork back against the cake, pressing on before the effect can magnify,] if you lose and end up in a bad place, 'course I'll wanna come take a look. I'm pretty simple about that kinda thing, too.
[As long as he doesn't move too much he can minimize the sensation of his own clothes against his body. He can still offer a coy smile, he can still tease-]
[-although he's really just struggling for the sake of his pride. Inevitably the effects would be discovered or discussed he just preferred to try and do it on his own terms.]
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Not that it's stopped him before, mind you.
Yugamu does indeed not retract from his space, but he does lament the loss of something sharp pressing against his skin. ]
Between you and me, I don't really mind messy. It's the business, y'know? [ In a sense, anyway. He can do clean easy, but there's always blood. Remnants of poison. Bodies to deal with. He likes the chemical sting of disinfectant and a well-tended lab as much as anyone else, but a bit of mess is merely part of the fun. ] But it's the easier option, no doubt. I'm not some senseless hedonistic pervert chasing tail.
[ Hedonistic, perhaps. Pervert, well. But senseless? Heaven forbid.
It's in this moment there's that brush, and while it's faint and hardly on his radar, it's the lack of reaction that has his attention. The stretch is enough that a regular person would merely take it as awkwardness, but whatever little time they've spent together has keyed Yugamu into certain things.
He doesn't say anything, yet. But his gaze is suddenly a lot sharper, eyes just a little more narrow. Nearly predatory, to the more practiced. ]
Well, if it interests you that much...I'll just have to keep you in mind. [ He merely stretches a bit, choosing to inch just a bit more in that personal space, looking at everything— the flicker of his eyes, the twitches, the way that smile seems to strain at the edges just a bit. ]
But only if you don't mind if I come knocking if the same happens to you. [ One hand reaches up with one taloned nail, just to let it innocently brush that the hand still holding that fork...provided he doesn't pull it away, of course. ] What goes around comes around, right?
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