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【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

We are thrilled to announce that the Golden Peacock will be embracing autumn with a special outing. Current and new guests are invited to join us for a refreshing outdoor experience where participants can unplug, unwind, and connect with nature. During this time, all Watches will be disabled to the most basic functions (texting, calls, checking chip account) in order to encourage guests to disconnect.

Please look forward to two weeks of finding yourself amongst the trees. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a fan-CAMP-stic time. 】

CAMPING

GETTING OFF THE GRID

As the resort moves into what it claims is autumn, the days grow shorter. The projected sun in the Vale sets in the afternoon, after which a faint chill falls. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – a portion of the Vale has transformed into a campground complete with a scenic lake, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with flannel jackets and suspenders. Folksy banjo fills the air without any discernible source.

A section of the campgrounds have been reserved for tents. These tents vary in size, shape, and supplies. All tents, regardless of quality, are supplied with sex toys and lube. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — pretending to live in the wilderness and 'rough it' for a while is thrilling. This is what the peasants feel like all the time!

NOT ALL TENTS ARE EQUAL

► High-rank guests are allocated spacious and luxurious tents. These elaborate mini-homes come with TVs, beds, heaters, and plenty of supplies. Provided camping gear is high quality, ranging from state of the art flashlights to designer backpacks. It can't quite be considered roughing it in these tents, but glamping is camping too!

► Mid-rank guests are allocated moderate tents that comfortably fit up to three guests. These tents come with cots or sleeping bags, as well as standard camping gear to make their time living off the land fairly comfortable. While these tents lack the bells and whistles of the high-rank accommodations, they are more than enough for a comfortable but realistic camping experience.

► Low-rank guests are allocated the shabbiest tents. These sagging accommodations can shield one guest comfortably, but that doesn't stop staff from pairing low-ranking guests together in order to save space. Their 'sleeping bags' are a single blanket and hay bale pillow. There are no other included amenities aside from sex toys and a single lantern.

► Last but certainly not least: our Wildcards! All Wildcards have been randomly assigned. Whether they end up in a glamping tent or sleeping beneath a propped up sheet is left to chance. Wildcards also may find themselves waking up beside a current guest or another new arrival.

► Guests that "go camping" will discover that the door connecting the Vale to the rest of the resort has mysteriously vanished. Uh oh! Looks like there's no going back to the comfortable life anytime soon. Don't worry, the door will return when it's time to pack up and head home.

LET'S GET CRAFTY

► New characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are flannel gingham to embrace camping and autumn aesthetic. Some of these robes are much shorter than others; watch out that the lake breeze doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

► Unlike the standard, there are no racks of clothes waiting for new arrivals outside of their tents. You're roughing it out in the woods, remember? Instead of clothing, Wildcards will find an assortment of raw materials to make clothes.

Fabric rolls, hemp, buckets of leaves, leather, and other assorted goods are waiting to be cobbled into something new. The staff have been kind enough to leave some small hunting knives and wooden needles to make crafting a bit easier. Of course, they won't stop anyone that wants to embrace the wild side and strut around naked.

HOME ON THE RANGE

Welcome to the Peacock Campgrounds! Nicknamed the Stomping Grounds by long-standing guests. Rustic and right off a sparkling lake, guests will find everything they need to live in the wilderness. Staff have expertly set up fire pits, benches, hammocks, and a wooden shed to act as a tool depository. There's even an outhouse, which is a real novelty to many of the long-standing guests. Do they just... squat over that hole and do their business? How wild!

Unlike previous resort-sponsored excursions, guests are expected to manage without the help of staff. That pile of wood won't be replenished once used; guests will have to go chop down trees and split their own. Food won't magically appear in their tents regardless of rank. Camping is all about living off the land. Though staff make themselves scarce to make the experience feel real, they lurk in the shadows, discreetly providing necessary tools and fixing broken equipment so guests won't struggle too much. It isn't fun if it's real hardship, after all!

DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO COOK?

► On the first camp morning, guests will find barrels of ingredients and cooking utensils left beside the central fire pit. These barrels are stocked with fruits and vegetables that won't spoil quickly, many of which are seasonal to autumn. They have also been left a few protein options like eggs, jerky, and canned ham. These ingredients are communal and limited. Once they run out, guests will have to hunt and gather in the Vale to collect more.

► Guests must prepare their own meals while camping. Not even the high-ranks are given any special treatment on this! While oil and firestarter are included in the initial supply, these too are limited and won't be replenished after use.

► Staff would never let their precious guests go without a sweet treat. A generous supply of hot cocoa and all the fixings for s'mores has been left behind as well. While none of the other food will be replenished, the hot cocoa and s'mores goodies seemingly never run out. A night around a campfire without roasting marshmallows or sipping cocoa would be too cruel to subject guests to.

SUPPLIES RUNNING LOW

► Guests will have to hunt and gather once ingredients dwindle if they want to eat. The wooden shed is home to a selection of tools that can be used to hunt: bows and arrows, hatchets, axes, fishing poles and line, etc. All tools are rudimentary and can break if not taken care of.

► The Vale is lush with wild fruits and vegetables. However, much like in reality, not all vegetation in the Vale is safe to eat. While some berries and mushrooms are consumable, others are toxic or psychedelics. One must also not forget that they're in the Golden Peacock: some unusual plants that grow in the vale may trigger arousal. Watch out that you don't eat something funky by accident!

► Before 'leaving', staff will explain that guests can fish or hunt small game running throughout the Vale. One particularly enthusiastic staff member will suggest guests track down the snoggleboffs, as they're extremely delicious after roasting on an open fire.

ACTIVITIES

TWO WEEKS OF ROUGHING IT

Camping can't be all about survival. Where's the fun in that? Before 'leaving', the staff arrange activities and events for guests to enjoy. A wooden bulletin board outlines times for group hikes, camping experiences, and wilderness delights. Adirondack chairs line the edge of the lake and a few tire swings hang over the water, tied to strong tree branches. For the first week and a half the weather is pleasant and sunny. Perfect for camping.

At night, acoustic guitars and other wooden instruments come out so that guests can make music around the bonfire. Projected stars dapple the night sky, forming various constellations sourced from guest worlds. The moon enters a different phase each night, shining a gentle silver across the campgrounds. Why not pull your sweetheart in and cuddle beneath the night sky? It's so romantic.

IN CAMP

► Guests that don't want a cold shower should make their way over to the shower stalls quickly. These outdoor showers hold very little hot water and run cold after about five minutes. First-come first-serve!

► A wood-chopping competition begins around lunchtime. There are two goals: to split as much wood as possible and looking sexy while doing it. Guests that chop wood unsexily immediately fail! Alternatively, sexiness with a pathetic number of chunks is more acceptable, but still a loss. Those that achieve both goals will instantly win a large payout. Failing to sexily cut wood won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow!

► Bear hunting is a popular activity that even the spoiled long-standing guests are getting in on! No, not hunting real bears. That would be insane. Peacock's version of bear hunting involves hunting down bear-like guests and capturing them! Any guest that fits the criteria of big, thick, and strong may potentially be assigned the role of bear. Hunters who manage to tie up, handcuff, net, or otherwise 'capture' a 'bear' will instantly receive a large payout.

THE LAKE

► This sparkling lake is rich with fish. Enjoy sitting back on the long pier with a fishing rod or take one of the wooden boats out for a row around the lake. It's also safe to swim in, for guests that would like to take a dip and rinse off the sweat of camp living! Don't mind the random swim trunks or drink umbrellas that pop up now and then. This water is definitely fresh and not recycled from the summer beach extravaganza.

► Guests that do decide to take a dip may encounter a familiar friend. Fernando the tentacle monster is camping too! This randy tentacle monster is as horny as ever, eager to embrace guests and stick slippery tentacles into any reachable orifice.

► Once the sun goes down, many of the long-standing guests strip off their shoddily crafted clothes and sprint into the water for skinny dipping by moonlight! What's a camping excursion without a lake-side orgy? The best way to drown out those erotic moans from the lake is to head to the central fire pit and join in on some campfire songs.

OUTSIDE CAMP

► Those that head out of camp for a hike or hunt can enjoy any of the Vale's usual wonders. With autumn, shiny apples dangle from the trees and pumpkins pepper beneath their protruding roots. Along with autumnal fruits and vegetables, canned beef and ham have been mysteriously left in pockets close to the campgrounds. A little act of kindness from the staff; not everyone is cut out to hunt their own game!

► For those interested in hunting down some fresh game, walking around the forest in the morning may come with a stroke of luck. Strange little creatures the size of an adult's fist are active during this time. These hairy beasts come in brown and white, and screech, "Scrun scrun screeee!" when agitated.

Yes, these are the alleged snoggleboffs! Don't feel bad about hunting them, they're an invasive species that are unfriendly and eager to steal from unsuspecting guests. Their main strength is their speed, but once caught, they don't put up much of a fight.

► Guests that explore deep into the Vale may find a dark cave mouth that leads downward into a damp chamber. The ceiling glitters with stalactites and, along the wall, they'll find a horizontal crease with what seems to be... hair? If touched, this crease will creak open, revealing a large eye that darts back and forth before focusing on whoever woke it. Black pupils and iris bleed into one endless abyss.

Those that gaze directly into the eye will freeze. Their mind will remain active while their body locks in place, not unlike sleep paralysis. This trance will break once the eye blinks, which it will do after some time... but it can also be forced into blinking by force if there's someone who hasn't made eye-contact around to help. Frozen guests will be overwhelmed with the fear of abandonment for the duration of their paralysis. This fear will fade after the connection is broken, as if it wasn't their fear at all.

Like a regular eye, dirt or debris can force a blink. If this route is taken, the eye will go bloodshot and shut, refusing to open again. Any guest that inflicts damage to the eye may find that their suite, upon return, has been trashed. As if someone or something threw a big tantrum in there while they were gone. Wonder why that happened...?

HOWLING

CALL OF THE WILD

Temperatures drop drastically at night as the camping excursion nears its end. Nights become so chilly that morning dew frosts over, crunching beneath guest feet. Every day the light and its warmth set a little bit earlier. Staff remain elusive and do not provide warmer blankets or clothes for guests, leaving them to cuddle for warmth or find other ways to sleep comfortably during nightly cold snaps.

The moon hits its apex on the final night of camping. Unlike the other nights, this full moon shines blood red. The Vale stills under this ominous sign, silent. Snowflakes begins to fall, spreading an endless clean sheet across the campgrounds. That reflected pink hue is inescapable.

THE WEATHER TURNS

► Along with chilly nights, the last few days of camping feature inclement weather conditions. Clouds overtake the sun and rain falls, alternating between light mist and heavy downpour.

► Winds pick up, with speeds threatening to whip away the less stable tents. Guests that don't hunker down and add additional support to their tents may end up chasing them into the storm. Other loose items around the campgrounds may end up blown away as well.

BLOOD MOON

► Wild instinct rises with the blood moon. As crimson moonlight beckons, some guests may begin to feel ... strange. As if they need to claw their true selves free. Those that answer the call to bathe in the light of the blood moon will undergo a transformation.

► Basking in the light of the blood moon triggers a were-transformation. While the standard were that the blood moon inspires is the classic werewolf, guests may transform into any kind of were. Along with hybrid transformation, the blood moon stirs mating and sex impulses in these new weres. Remaining humans are at risk of being eaten... in the sexy way.

► Transformation into a were is not mandatory. Other guests may step into the blood moon's light and not experience any kind of transformation or impulse. These guests are now actors in a sexy horror scene, given the task of surviving the night surrounded by monsters! At least they're sexy monsters? Giving in and fucking on the wild side may be more fun.

PACKING UP

► After the crazy weather and horny werewolves, the staff judge that it's high time to wrap this excursion up. Guests will once again openly see these diligent workers the morning after the blood moon. They come flooding into the site with clothing, snacks, and other comforts while praising everyone for surviving for so long without the resort's usual luxuries.

► A first aid tent and cleaning station are swiftly erected. All guests that volunteer to treat injuries sustained over the course of the camping experience or help clean up the site will be compensated with a large payout.

► Every guest that participated in the camping event, regardless of whether they help wrap things up, will be issued a spa voucher. Go relax, you've earned some pampering after all of that hard living!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: altered states; eyes (descriptions only, incl. eye injury); exhibitionism; hunting (incl. hunting fantasy creatures); orgies; public sex; survival; temperature play; tentacles; transformation; violence

▶ 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 September event. Camping will ICly begin September 15th and end October 3rd.

▶ 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.

▶ 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!

▶ 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.

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[loosestrifes]

Brother...

( He repeats the word softly, understanding mixing with his own pulsing need for closeness. Chobe thinks he's Toma? It would make sense, with that first tackle of an embrace, even if the words from before that had recognized him clearly. Is he screwing with him? Trying to embarrass him? Showing him what he'll never have?

Maybe. But this is definitely a dream, isn't it? Even if Chobe were to pull back and laugh at him, to kill him, to rip it all away— it wouldn't actually matter, would it? Aside from his own pain, his own ache of loneliness that's being especially problematic since his revival. He squeezes his eyes shut harder, breath shuddering out as ice moves through veins that are still clinging to a memory of warmth, fever fighting hypothermia in a horrible mix of sensations. )

Sorry. ( The word is mumbled against Chobe's neck, and it feels odd to point it his way, but— some part of him wants to acknowledge that he knows he's accepting something not meant for him. How might things have changed, if he'd had this in any one of his lives? The wind roars outside of the tent, and Esikko curls his fingers more against Chobe's back, breaths shallow and struggling.

But he's staying conscious, staying alive. )

It hurts... ( This stupid flower, this stupid Divinity, trying to punish him for the taboo he's committed. The marks beneath his eyes are angry and bright, but buried against Chobe's form, he feels he can ignore that. Just don't laugh, don't pull away, don't leave— His pathetic grips speak to these thoughts as he selfishly tries to tangle their legs together, seeking warmth. )

[brother_nature]

[That's not Toma's voice. Nothing, no one could come close to it. Everything about Toma's essence is buried deep into Chobe's core, only able to be stripped of it forcefully via trickery, just like Esikko dared to execute. But even still, the way Esikko apologizes, calls out, it still rings as familiar. The thought creates a sickening pit in Chobe's stomach. The mere suggestion that Toma and Esikko may be similar should be blasphemous. But. . .maybe, unconciously, that's what drew him to the prince in the first place.

. . .

No, he's not going to think about that. Don't think, only act. Whatever's happening, once Esikko's satisfied, perhaps everything will return to normal. Just focus on his role. The howling wind doesn't even register to him, it doesn't need to. If he does his job right, if he protects his bro--Esikko, nothing outside of this room will matter. So he allows the entanglement, and turns his head just enough to bury himself in Essiko's hair. That horrid medicinal stench of flowers fill his lungs, it makes him want to both retch and hold him tighter. He doesn't fully grasp the depth of why Esikko is like this. . .it sounds like he too gambled with the gods, but unlike the Aza brothers, he lost. A small part of Chobe could sympathize, if he allowed himself to.]

Ignore it. I'm here, I'll take as much pain from you as ya need. So don't hold back, just, let me share the burden.

[loosestrifes]

( Why? Why? Why, why was Chobe going along with this, why was he saying this, holding him, right after all of that recognition, all of those threats? Maybe this really is just a dream. Maybe his mind is cruelly tormenting him with what never could have been, with the idea of a brother who cared. Maybe it is Chobe, but he's doing the same, drawing this out just to tease him with later. All of these thoughts have him incredibly tense, breaths short between the panic of it, feverish face mixing with the cool in his veins spreading from his abdomen.

He shakes his head, though in this hold it's more like a slow roll left and right and left again. Take pain? Share the burden? It doesn't make sense. It's never made sense, it's always been for a reason, for a use, it's never been his and this certainly isn't.

But for as much as he wants to pull back because this isn't his, his fingers curl tighter because he wants it all the same. These emotional moments being relived in his head again and again, times when he wanted not just company, but connection, understanding, support more than he could even ask for, were too painful. He's tired, he hasn't really slept in days, he can feel every bit of stabbing, icy pain. He can remember so many iterations of this moment overlapping, all of them alone in one way or another.

But Chobe's warmth is too nice. Even if he hates him, even if he killed him, even if he's incredibly jealous of what they have and knows it's not his, it's twisting him up, like a turn of a knife in his chest. But maybe that's the only context someone like him can have something like this, anyway. His body trembles with tears he keeps silent, his body slowly relaxing into this hold. If this is just going to be a trick, to kill him, to laugh at him more— well, it already hurts enough, anyway. He might as well enjoy a fleeting moment.

So he doesn't speak, he just cries quietly, his grip eventually growing too weak to even curl properly at Chobe's back. The marks beneath his eyes spread, briefly, curling and vine-like across his face, into his eyes, down his neck, but they shrink back before too long as Esikko's body manages to stay alive. This memory has changed so much that the dream shifts, outside, too. The winds calm, and though this tent doesn't belong here, the outside morphs into a snow-buried forest rather than the base of a mountain. No more blizzard...

Still terribly cold, though. Eventually, if Chobe hasn't shoved him away in disgust like he fears, Esikko's sniffling quiets, and his fingertips trace idly along Chobe's back, small patterns to soothe himself. He's not sure how he's getting away with this... He's too afraid to speak and end it, though. )

[brother_nature]

[Why? Chobe refuses to ask himself that gain, else the delusion falls apart. He knows this isn't Toma, but, what if it were some kinda trick, a smokescreen, and if he were to discard this trash and tower over him, he'd instead see Toma's betrayed, curled up body at his feet? He won't risk it, he tells himself. That's why he has to play this role ,no other reason whatsoever.

Those muffled tears against his skin bring back more memories. A younger Chobe, cradling his infant brother, too afraid of putting him down for fear he'd fall apart. A bit older, patting his brother's back as he sobs against him, crying out for their father, and later their mother. And then older, in their teens, he can't allow Toma to cry out in public, not in front of the thugs. But when alone, just the two of them, his brother quietly weeps into his shoulder, a much needed reprieve from the mask he's forced to wear. Chobe doesn't shed a tear though. His position is to support and absorb Toma's pain, just like he's doing for Esikko right now.

He cracks his good eye open, idly looking way from Esikko as he feels the harsh winds dying down. A forest. Still nothing but snow and dead trees as far as he can see but, this is doable. What happened to the tent. . .? It doesn't matter, he doesn't need it. His body shifts, as if trying to cover Esikko as much as possible with his form, somehow mindful and gentle rather than crushing despite the weight of his frame. Esikko can take all the warmth he needs from him, and Chobe tilts his head slightly, hot breath against his ear.]

See? You're gonna be fine. I won't let anything happen to ya, not now, not ever. It's a promise, okay?

[loosestrifes]

( ...This is just a dream. Just a really, really weird dream. He shouldn't think too much on it, shouldn't wonder about it beyond the fact that Chobe feels oh so warm, and that those words reach straight to his heart. Painfully so, knowing that they're not his to hear, but he's holding onto them all the same. Fingers curl more against Chobe's bare back, and with the realization that they're outside again, he lets out a shaky breath and withdraws his arms... temporarily.

It's mostly to shrug off the outermost layer of his clothing, a thick winter coat that is even harder to wiggle out of with Chobe's weight over him. But he's insistent, pushing it around him to try and cover him— it helps the both of them anyway, with how he tucks in closer to Chobe, now icy fingers slipping up from his stomach back around to his back, up over his shoulder blades.

He knows these actions aren't for him, he knows these words aren't for him, but he still lets his breath exhale shakily over Chobe's warm neck as he utters: ) Thank you.

( His lips brush a little too close, his whole body aching to cling to this comforting hold as long as possible. This is not going to let them wake up any sooner, but... At least it's nice. )

[brother_nature]

[There's a wash of relief from Chobe, any tension in his muscles deflating when Esikko begins to pull away from him. Is this it? Did he do what was needed? What happens now? After all this. . .he's certain it isn't real. A dream, an illusion, perhaps he was drugged. Maybe Esikko will turn back into Toma now, or if he blinks, Chobe may find himself back on the dry forest's floor, crouched over the carcass of his quarry. It'd be awkward, but anything would be better than this unreality.

But no, Esikko's simply working himself out of his coat. Something sparks beneath Chobe's skin. Anger? Jealousy? He can't properly pin it until Esi pulls it over the both of them, an extra layer of warmth. Ah, that's what it is. Shame. Why would Toma need to do that? Chobe is more than enough, he can protect them both. That's why he's here, that's his whole damn role. Toma shouldn't strip away his comfort for his sake, why does he do that? Chobe can handle it. Just let him carry the burden, Toma.

. . .Esikko. He means Esikko.]

. . .

Don't do anything unnecessary. Leave it all to me.

[Whispered as his hold tightens, though he brings one hand up to the side of Esikko's face turning him just enough so Chobe can kiss at his forehead. He catches a glimpse of those marks. Marks Toma would never have. That's it, that's why Toma won't leave it to him, right? Because this isn't right. So if this is fake, then it doesn't matter. He can let it slide, this time.]

[loosestrifes]

( Yandere Chobe??

Chobe is so... doting? Is that the word for it? Esikko isn't so sure, but it feels foreign. He can feel the tension in him, at how he moved, in the words insisting that he relax and leave it to him. But it feels wrong, to rely so much on someone entirely, to not try and move for himself, to not try and pay back.

It's a sweet temptation, though, and one that his dream was longing for by pulling Chobe into it in the first place. So his hands splay against Chobe's back, his face flushes under the warmth of that little forehead kiss, and he closes his eyes to pretend he's not cuddling up with the man who murdered him. Play pretend, like the dream this is. Be Toma for now, if that's what it takes to get this sort of treatment. It's fine, isn't it?

Since there's no way he could ever imagine his brothers in a position like this. It's far easier to imagine himself changed. )

...Okay.

( Quietly, he relaxes. The cold of the air around him seems to vanish from beneath Chobe's form, pressed over him like this, and each gentle, affectionate touch like a kiss or a squeeze closer makes him feel practically toasty, like this is what he's been waiting for. His breathing slows, but only because he's more relaxed, and his body even warms a little to keep up with Chobe's efforts. Still sickly levels of cold, but no longer that icy, foreign kind. And the marks beneath his eyes shrink back to simple crescents, no longer bright and irritated.

More. This is already more than he should be getting, more than he deserves, but the voice in the back of his mind is needy, greedy, touch-starved and desperate for this sort of love. His breath hitches for it, ignoring as he nuzzles his face closer, soaks into Chobe and tries to will this all to just persist as is until he can forget it when he wakes— but he's too aware of arms around him, of warmth above him. It's dizzying.

It takes every bit of self control to hold back from doing anything stupid, and just lay here and enjoy feeling cared about— no, not just being cared about, but having it physically and affectionately reflected. He can't ruin this. Not even if the snow starts falling over them again, gentle compared to the earlier blizzard, but persistent. )

[brother_nature]

[His secret is he's always been yandere he's just had time to chill out about it--

Another similarity Chobe refuses to acknowledge, stuffing it to the back of his mind. Esikko is so frail and physically outclassed, but he continues to exert himself, tries to stand his ground, tries to be useful. Toma, of course, can back up his bark with bite, but it wasn't always the case. He'd jump at the chance to be of use, no matter how small that act, and maybe that's why Chobe can never truly let go of that vision of the "little" brother.

But at least here, in this fantasy, Esikko. . .relents. He lets Chobe do his job, allows him to encompass the role. When it comes down to it, it's all he's good for, really. It's the only reason he exists. Sure, he'll make the most of his infinite time on this plane, but he's never forgotten the sole purpose he was called back to fulfill.

He shifts slightly pulling his head back, making good on his word. He'll slip his arms under Esikko's shirt, wrapping around him from there, then just, fucking wriggling under like it's a get-along sweater. Whether it tears or not, he doesn't care, just making sure they're chest to chest, face to face. This is better, right? Skin to skin contact. Whatever it takes to block out the cold, ignore the light flurries trying to coat them. Esikko could take all Chobe's warmth here and now, and he wouldn't care. It feels good, succeeding this time, after making Toma cry so much before. A secret atonement, known only to Chobe alone.]