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Additionally, the casino will be hosting an upper rank soiree at the end of the month. All guests rank 9 and above are invited to attend. Any +1s of low rank may only attend as a pet or personal attendant. Otherwise, low ranks are not welcome.
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[ Well, that's what he gets for thinking he could escape scot-free.
Maruki freezes at the door, locked tight, dread prickling up the back of his neck. He keeps his expression pleasantly neutral as he turns to his unwitting partner, much better at hiding his nerves about having to reveal his secrets than he would be at hiding his fluster over a more intimate encounter. ]
This isn't the type of coercion I've come to expect here...
[ The more you know, or something like that!! ]
Don't worry, I promise that I'll keep whatever you tell me in complete confidence.
ii. teasing trio
[ Ah, this painting draws a visible, audible reaction out of him where the other one did not.
Heat rises to the surface of Maruki's cheeks at once, his eyes darting askance from the person trapped in the washroom with him. He wrings the towel in his hands tight, fingers flexing and releasing nervously. ]
This isn't exactly the ideal place to flirt, is it?
[ And despite his, ah... very educational time in this world so far, he's still not great at flirtation. ]
Ah, it'll probably be easier if you take the lead on this one. S-sorry...
iii. dirty dice
[ After his time in the ryokan and the warnings he's been given by other guests, Maruki's well aware that any games he plays are likely to come at a cost– but this one is incredibly up front about it. There's no pretense, no surprise sexy prize or punishment after playing a perfectly normal game like he's used to.
No, it's entirely clear what's going on here as his dice hit the table. ]
Caress... chest?
[ He blushes so bright, it goes all the way up to the tips of his ears. ]
W-wait, does that mean yours or mine?
iv. lounge date night
[ Sue him for needing a snack before trying to make his way out of the casino!!
Well, at least a date over a meal isn't as lascivious as other situations he could find himself in... so long as the food isn't laced with anything, of course.
Maruki leans back in his seat comfortably, raises his drink to his lips and smiles over the rim at his partner for the night. ]
It couldn't hurt to see what sorts of questions are on those cards, right? Please, be my guest.
v. wildcard
[ hello hello! maruki is in his mid-30s, more on the submissive side, and ota 18+ m/f, m/m & m/nb for smut! check out his info & kink list for more details.
i'm down for just about anything else not listed in these prompts, with a couple exceptions - maruki will only attend the soiree with high ranks he knows well, so that is off the table unless we have spoken about it, and i'm not particularly interested in the sex toy roulette. otherwise let's rage!! feel free to reach out to me at mackleberry to discuss something, or just hit me with a starter. also happy to write closed starters for people! i'm particularly interested in closed starters for specific red or black slot machine outcomes that suit our cr, new or extant :3c ]
[The man sitting across from him seems to understand the game as he rolls the dice, but the furious blush that follows, and at such a relatively tame result as well, makes him wonder a bit. If nothing else, it's definitely amusing, and Hua Cheng doesn't hide his smirk.]
I believe it's you who must perform the action you roll on the body part of your partner. Me. [Hua Cheng gives him a challenging look, still smirking.]
So... are you going to do it? Or pass? [Is he seriously playing to win? Yes, yes, he is.]
[ That makes two of them. No matter how absurd the combination might be, or how hard he flusters about it, Maruki's not about to concede defeat to the House when it comes to any of their games.
He eyes Hua Cheng, a couple inches taller than him and almost absurdly handsome. It's certainly not the worst thing to be instructed to do to a man like that... ]
If you're comfortable with it, then... yes. I'll do it.
I'd have to think of something I haven't told you first...
[He isn't worried, at least. For everything else that happened, Maruki has always been honest. He never spilled any of his secrets to anyone else, either.
But at the same time... After going through the entirety of Maruki's heart, he's probably in a similar situation when it comes to telling Akira something, isn't he?]
[ They really are in the same position, both stuck not for fear of revealing something unbearable to the other, simply... lacking options that haven't already been uncovered, intentionally or not.
Maruki scratches at the stubbled line of his jaw and shakes his head, a soft breath of a laugh huffing out. ]
No, I'm struggling to think of something you don't already know too.
[ Even beyond everything Akira saw in his Palace, and all the grave sins Maruki committed against him directly... even normal, lighthearted things he could admit to are hardly unknown between them. Akira knows he climbed trees to try to rescue cats who couldn't want less to do with him and argued with his professors in graduate school. Truly, what else is there? ]
For once, I think it'd be easier if I was getting up to trouble here!
I'm surprised you haven't gotten into trouble even accidentally. [The smile Akira shoots him is something between pained and fond.] You go out of your way to help so much that trouble always seems to find you... even if that's old ladies taking advantage of you at the station.
[It still feels so stark, when he tries to joke with him like before. It's new, and it's familiar, and somehow far easier than it probably should be to do. But too many things are like that for them, maybe.
Sometimes, even with all of the other things that have happened to Akira since he got here... Sometimes he's still worried about Maruki. There are lots of ways that the Resort could take advantage of him, in far more daunting ways. But he can take care of himself in his ways, too; Akira has to trust in that.]
Maybe it'll still count if we say something we already know. The painting doesn't know it, after all. [Underneath the huffing that prompts, Akira slides his voice into a lower register, hoping it's good enough to cover.] We can try to use minor things, too, or make something up entirely... It might not be able to tell the difference.
[ Akira's not wrong about that! And perhaps trouble has found him a time or two, but it's always been so mild, and others are so willing to help him out of it... it's difficult to not feel like the other shoe is poised to drop and something truly terrible is waiting just around the corner to happen to him.
Maruki's gaze shifts from the man in the painting fussing over an astute plan to the one who concocted it. He smiles at Akira, a little wry, a little curious.
He grabs another towel he doesn't need, crumples it as he dries already dried hands just to give a little noise to cover a conversation now happening in low, clandestine whispers. ]
Make something up, huh? Now I'm curious what your mind would come up with.
[Akira moves to grab another paper towel, a cover for after Maruki's through with his own. It's strange, maybe, that having even the fragments of a plan makes him feel more relaxed. There shouldn't be any reason to worry, is there, when Akira has already told him the worst of the worst?]
Breaking into one of the stores here, or trespassing on some of the off-limits areas. Going somewhere our ranks aren't allowed. Cheating at the Game, stealing something valuable... There are endless possibilities.
Really, the whole thing seemed almost too perfectly contrived. When Date received the invitation to the soiree, it was only natural that he'd take Maruki to be his plus one, and while Maruki would have been more than content to be a personal attendant for a night, so happy to be of service to the person he's grown closest to in such a short time... that word pet nearly jumped off the page at them. Any excuse for Date to spoil him, dressing him to the nines, complete with a simple band of navy blue leather resting around his throat to act as a collar. The party is extravagant, like nothing he's ever seen with his own two eyes, but in between drinks and low-toned chats with their heads bent close in glittering chandelier light–
One of the long term guests approaches them with their own pet in tow, makes the proposition for a trade, and Maruki suddenly can't hear anything over his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.
He sidles closer to Date, linking their arms and pressing in tight against his side. He's wary of outright denying someone who outranks him, so he only tilts his chin to bring his lips close to Date's ear, whispering so only he can hear– ]
[ while maruki is wringing his hands nervously, ada is at the mirror touching up her lipstick. she's dressed in one of the sexy bunny uniforms and looks for all intents and purposes like she's been working here all along, rather than it being her first day at the resort. when he speaks up, she glances at his reflection in the mirror, dark eyes assessing. ]
No?
[ finishing up, she caps the lipstick and finally turns around to face him, leaning back against the sink. ]
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peacockstop2026-03-15 02:11 pm
Takuto Maruki | Persona 5 Royal | 6♥
ii. teasing trio
iii. dirty dice
iv. lounge date night
v. wildcard
dirty dice
I believe it's you who must perform the action you roll on the body part of your partner. Me. [Hua Cheng gives him a challenging look, still smirking.]
So... are you going to do it? Or pass? [Is he seriously playing to win? Yes, yes, he is.]
no subject
He eyes Hua Cheng, a couple inches taller than him and almost absurdly handsome. It's certainly not the worst thing to be instructed to do to a man like that... ]
If you're comfortable with it, then... yes. I'll do it.
[ What a way to get to know someone. ]
no subject
I would think it would be against the rules for me to deny you and make you lose. If you allow that, I'm certain to win.
[His lips curl further, clearly teasing the young man.
Hua Cheng continues to watch him, not moving any closer, but also not dissuading him from completing the challenge.]
i
[He isn't worried, at least. For everything else that happened, Maruki has always been honest. He never spilled any of his secrets to anyone else, either.
But at the same time... After going through the entirety of Maruki's heart, he's probably in a similar situation when it comes to telling Akira something, isn't he?]
I guess it's not too easy for you either, is it?
HJEHEHE
Maruki scratches at the stubbled line of his jaw and shakes his head, a soft breath of a laugh huffing out. ]
No, I'm struggling to think of something you don't already know too.
[ Even beyond everything Akira saw in his Palace, and all the grave sins Maruki committed against him directly... even normal, lighthearted things he could admit to are hardly unknown between them. Akira knows he climbed trees to try to rescue cats who couldn't want less to do with him and argued with his professors in graduate school. Truly, what else is there? ]
For once, I think it'd be easier if I was getting up to trouble here!
oooooouuuuuhhhhh
[It still feels so stark, when he tries to joke with him like before. It's new, and it's familiar, and somehow far easier than it probably should be to do. But too many things are like that for them, maybe.
Sometimes, even with all of the other things that have happened to Akira since he got here... Sometimes he's still worried about Maruki. There are lots of ways that the Resort could take advantage of him, in far more daunting ways. But he can take care of himself in his ways, too; Akira has to trust in that.]
Maybe it'll still count if we say something we already know. The painting doesn't know it, after all. [Underneath the huffing that prompts, Akira slides his voice into a lower register, hoping it's good enough to cover.] We can try to use minor things, too, or make something up entirely... It might not be able to tell the difference.
no subject
Maruki's gaze shifts from the man in the painting fussing over an astute plan to the one who concocted it. He smiles at Akira, a little wry, a little curious.
He grabs another towel he doesn't need, crumples it as he dries already dried hands just to give a little noise to cover a conversation now happening in low, clandestine whispers. ]
Make something up, huh? Now I'm curious what your mind would come up with.
no subject
[Akira moves to grab another paper towel, a cover for after Maruki's through with his own. It's strange, maybe, that having even the fragments of a plan makes him feel more relaxed. There shouldn't be any reason to worry, is there, when Akira has already told him the worst of the worst?]
Breaking into one of the stores here, or trespassing on some of the off-limits areas. Going somewhere our ranks aren't allowed. Cheating at the Game, stealing something valuable... There are endless possibilities.
> closed to date
Really, the whole thing seemed almost too perfectly contrived. When Date received the invitation to the soiree, it was only natural that he'd take Maruki to be his plus one, and while Maruki would have been more than content to be a personal attendant for a night, so happy to be of service to the person he's grown closest to in such a short time... that word pet nearly jumped off the page at them. Any excuse for Date to spoil him, dressing him to the nines, complete with a simple band of navy blue leather resting around his throat to act as a collar. The party is extravagant, like nothing he's ever seen with his own two eyes, but in between drinks and low-toned chats with their heads bent close in glittering chandelier light–
One of the long term guests approaches them with their own pet in tow, makes the proposition for a trade, and Maruki suddenly can't hear anything over his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.
He sidles closer to Date, linking their arms and pressing in tight against his side. He's wary of outright denying someone who outranks him, so he only tilts his chin to bring his lips close to Date's ear, whispering so only he can hear– ]
I don't want to go with anyone else. Please...
ii.... hi
No?
[ finishing up, she caps the lipstick and finally turns around to face him, leaning back against the sink. ]
What's your ideal place, then?