[she sniffs, and it's gross and messy and it actually makes her laugh with how pathetic it sounds. she warbles out a no and then, after a moment, does what he asks anyway.
her hood is pushed back enough to see her face, which is mostly normal except for the lava tears streaking down her face. she reaches up to rub them away herself.]
Don't. I don't want to burn you on accident. [she says, voice cracking.] Sorry. My bad, I'll - I can't stop, but I don't want you to have to deal with this. You're fine.
[ the warbling just sounds like high pitched noise, but her voice is less muffled once the hood comes down, and it helps. gu yun shifts a bit, hands hovering - eventually, he settles to press a kiss to her forehead, instead, hands on either side of her head to linger there for a second. feeling for the soft rumbles of her voice, focusing on the little sound he can hear. ]
Don't apologize, I'm the one who made you cry. [ ... ] Dork.
[ quiet amusement creeps into his voice, and he lingers there, presses another kiss to her forehead. ] I keep worrying you.
[she says, stubbornly. he was just the catalyst. but she takes the kisses, eyes closing. another ridiculous sniff. she brings her hands up to rest against his - she's wearing gloves again.]
[ she can be stubborn, it's okay. he kisses her forehead again, one more time, and thumbs gently at her cheeks, glancing to the side of her opera gloves. ]
I think... for the both of us, that this has been an absolutely horrible week. Agreed?
With the hood off, it's easier. The - whatever odd illusion you all have over your voices is harder to parse.
[ that's gonna be fun next week! it's fine. he sniffs, and then pulls a face, a bit dramatic. ] Just to add insult to injury, whatever bizarre effect is making this place smell like that is making things particularly difficult, at the moment.
[at least it's not in the rooms, it's just in the hallways]
Yeah, I'm uh. I'm not a fan of the smell either. [she shifts, and then just. steals a kiss, very gently, before resting her head on his shoulder.] ... I'm sorry I couldn't find anything.
[she shifts to sit a little more fully in his lap.]
I did ask, but more like, uh. Like... well, he likes listening to me, so. What did he say, uh -- there are things he can't do on his own. [the claws present a problem, sometimes.] So there's uh, that.
Yeah, I bet. [she bites at his fingers? gently.] The other thing is I'd like to try getting behind you, but I want you to be able to see and hear for that.
[ cute. that's fine - he pulls them away and kisses his fingertips. he can just, just barely see lup, but his eyes land on her face anyway, all peach blossom coy.
... however; ] Are you talking about that thing from trial?
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her hood is pushed back enough to see her face, which is mostly normal except for the lava tears streaking down her face. she reaches up to rub them away herself.]
Don't. I don't want to burn you on accident. [she says, voice cracking.] Sorry. My bad, I'll - I can't stop, but I don't want you to have to deal with this. You're fine.
[she knows he panics!]
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Don't apologize, I'm the one who made you cry. [ ... ] Dork.
[ quiet amusement creeps into his voice, and he lingers there, presses another kiss to her forehead. ] I keep worrying you.
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[she says, stubbornly. he was just the catalyst. but she takes the kisses, eyes closing. another ridiculous sniff. she brings her hands up to rest against his - she's wearing gloves again.]
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[ she can be stubborn, it's okay. he kisses her forehead again, one more time, and thumbs gently at her cheeks, glancing to the side of her opera gloves. ]
I think... for the both of us, that this has been an absolutely horrible week. Agreed?
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Yeah. Agreed. [sniff.] ... Am I talking okay? Do I need to talk louder?
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[ that's gonna be fun next week! it's fine. he sniffs, and then pulls a face, a bit dramatic. ] Just to add insult to injury, whatever bizarre effect is making this place smell like that is making things particularly difficult, at the moment.
[ HIS DOG NOSE ]
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Yeah, I'm uh. I'm not a fan of the smell either. [she shifts, and then just. steals a kiss, very gently, before resting her head on his shoulder.] ... I'm sorry I couldn't find anything.
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It's alright. I've got it under control. [ ... probably. ] I at least have a plan.
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[that's how you know she was concerned - she willingly spoke to pride.] Use what I gave you, okay? Do you have other boons? Ask Pride for something.
[fuss, fuss. she hates this. wow, she hates this.]
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Mm, I only have the pin. [ he doesn't even have a weapon it's. fine. it's fine. ] I'll figure something out. [ bad ]
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You better. Because I still have things I want to do with you.
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[ it will be. fine. probably.
he leans over and kisses the top of her head. ] And I would like to be able to see those things, I think, so we're in agreement.
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You should be! Because I want to try something. And I also have someone else I want with us, too. If you're, uh. Down, anyway.
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he like. lifts his head so fast. ]
--Is it Despair?
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Yeah, it is. You sound so eager, wow.
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[ he has not forgotten about the whole "kissing you is a punishment". he will never forget. it is all over his face right now. ]
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I did ask, but more like, uh. Like... well, he likes listening to me, so. What did he say, uh -- there are things he can't do on his own. [the claws present a problem, sometimes.] So there's uh, that.
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I see, I see.
Well. To be an accessory in spoiling you rotten sounds nice, I think. [ fufufu ] I can certainly get behind that.
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Yeah, I bet. [she bites at his fingers? gently.] The other thing is I'd like to try getting behind you, but I want you to be able to see and hear for that.
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... however; ] Are you talking about that thing from trial?
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Pegging? Yes. [she's amused.]
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What did that even mean, “I look like I’d enjoy it”. [ Eleanor the chaos you sowed ]
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It means you are, uh - I don't know, flirty? I think you would, though. Just saying.
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I don't think enjoying something is a personality trait. [ ....
........... eventually. ] ... If it's you, I'm willing to try.
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No pouting. I'm not going to do anything you aren't a hundred percent for. [that's firm.]
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