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ayto2022-03-06 10:56 pm
omnivoracious) wrote in ayto2022-03-06 10:56 pm
Week 1 Mingle;
❤ Week 1 Mingle
Welcome to a new week, lovebirds! Monday dawns gray and misty, and it's actually not long before a thunderstorm rolls in! You can, of course, kiss dramatically in the yard in the rain and risk getting struck by lightning-- or you can stay inside, cuddle in the conversation pit, USE THE GODDAMN BOOM BOOM ROOM or do anything else until the storm blows over by the evening! Don't worry, the rest of the week will be bright and sunny and beautiful!
There's also a new section of the house, weirdly enough! There's a bright turquoise door located near the bedroom and opening it leads to... a massive indoor pool. The water is a pleasant temperature, there's a hot tub, there's an assortment of flotation devices for those of you who might have trouble swimming (tubes, life vests, boogie boards, pool noodles that can also be used to wage Deadly Combat if you are Sara and Kasque or Jeritza or anyone else ready for Violence). And if you somehow didn't pack a swimsuit because why on earth would your canon let you have one--
Worry not!! There's a rack of swimsuits in every size you lot could need! The catch (or not): they're all sexy. Like. Barely there sexy. Impossibly adhering to you sexy. Shoelaces would maybe cover more sexy. Absolutely great to play Chicken Fight in sexy. You get the idea.
Anything having to do with being able to write is still also Not Present.
Enjoy!!!
Welcome to a new week, lovebirds! Monday dawns gray and misty, and it's actually not long before a thunderstorm rolls in! You can, of course, kiss dramatically in the yard in the rain and risk getting struck by lightning-- or you can stay inside, cuddle in the conversation pit, USE THE GODDAMN BOOM BOOM ROOM or do anything else until the storm blows over by the evening! Don't worry, the rest of the week will be bright and sunny and beautiful!
There's also a new section of the house, weirdly enough! There's a bright turquoise door located near the bedroom and opening it leads to... a massive indoor pool. The water is a pleasant temperature, there's a hot tub, there's an assortment of flotation devices for those of you who might have trouble swimming (tubes, life vests, boogie boards, pool noodles that can also be used to wage Deadly Combat if you are Sara and Kasque or Jeritza or anyone else ready for Violence). And if you somehow didn't pack a swimsuit because why on earth would your canon let you have one--
Worry not!! There's a rack of swimsuits in every size you lot could need! The catch (or not): they're all sexy. Like. Barely there sexy. Impossibly adhering to you sexy. Shoelaces would maybe cover more sexy. Absolutely great to play Chicken Fight in sexy. You get the idea.
Anything having to do with being able to write is still also Not Present.
Enjoy!!!
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How...would this go? On the ready... [Marcille points straight down the path ahead of them, giving the order in her most assured, commanding voice.] And - march!
[Her brow is a total wrinkle of concentration as she takes the first step with her outside foot and then tries to lift her inside leg, which feels so much heavier and difficult to maneuver attached to his, even if they some how manage to move in perfect time.] Hut! ... Hup!
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But they are at least moving, which is pretty impressive all things considered. Maybe not so impressive is how far out he swings his leg despite being explicitly told to keep her smaller height and stride in mind. Look, being told one thing and then having to actually execute it are two different things entirely.
Hopefully Marcille doesn't topple over and send them both to the ground. ]
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[Marcille's reminders step up a half-octave with each repetition. The first step isn't so bad, though it forces her to take a quick, stumbling half-step to make up for the extra distance, and each subsequent one is just trying to stay caught up.
After a bit, she does, predictably because that's how this trope works, lose most of her balance, the leg that isn't tied to his getting pulled right out from under her while the inside one just gets carried along for the ride. Any more uncoordinated steps and she's bound to fold over.
...So it's a good thing they were holding onto each other from the start, probably? His arm around her waist is much more supportive than she might imagined at first, and her tight embrace becomes a vice grip.]
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Just in the nick of time he shortens his stride and then slows to a stop completely, though by that point Marcille is already clinging onto him for dear life. The perks of being both a moon alien with inhuman biology as well as a soldier trained to fight space monsters means that his balance - and his strength - are good enough to prevent them both from toppling immediately into the grass to literally eat dirt. Sure, the arm wrapped around her waist has definitely tightened to the point where he's basically stapled her to his side (not that she hasn't done as much herself already) but better that than being a tangle of limbs, probably.
If nothing else, he looks appropriately chastened for his forward march, frowning as he looks down at the top of Marcille's head. ]
My apologies. I misjudged the difference between our strides. However, I believe I have now corrected my mistake.
[ But! More importantly!! ]
Are you injured?
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It's fine. [She says it's fine, but her voice is just slightly ringing with the dulcet hint of "I knew this would happen." A hint he is very unlikely to pick up on. Marcille adjusts her grip on Cassius, definitely rubbing her face on his side as she gets herself back into position. Still clinging.] We didn't fall, right? Just pay attention when we start moving again. We're almost to the first marker.
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Very well. But should you require a rest, please inform me without hesitation.
[ In the meantime, it's back to the races with them.
Thankfully, he's true to his word, having adjusted his stride to better suit Marcille's. It only takes him a few seconds to properly match her gait, and it's not long before they're arriving at their first landmark in a much smoother procession than before.
Hooray! ]
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[Because she is negative inches separated from him.
This second attempt goes much smoother with Cassius' attention to his pace, and Marcille eventually resumes keeping time in a much more subdued voice. With their cooperation, they will actually make it to a marker on all three legs, at which point she stops - hopefully he will also remember and not just keep walking forward like some tall, pectorally-gifted, moonbeam-haired juggernaut.]
You adapted really well, [she gives the genuine small praise readily.] Seriously, that was a fast change. Given that we haven't known each other very long, we're coordinating better than I expected.
[That's a lot of conversation to be having at the traffic cones.]
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It was simply a matter of analyzing your steps and modifying mine to fit.
[ Sometimes those bizarrely programmed neural circuits of his do actually serve a useful purpose. ]
Now that we have arrived at our first destination, we should complete the next step.
[ The kissing part. ]
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There's a little maneuvering involved in turning to face him, given their setup. While she doesn't let go of his waist, Marcille does bring her other hand to his breastbone. He really is just standing there, isn't he.
Face scarlet, she pats her palm to his chest once, twice, three times, mumbling:] ... If it's something you actually want to do, at least lean in a little to do it.
[There's less than a foot of difference in their heights, so even if he doesn't bend his head to close the gap, Marcille can mostly compensate for it on her own. She rises up on tiptoe, squeezes her eyes closed, and gives him a tame kiss.]
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Never mind that he has never kissed another person before, which technically makes this his first kiss. But unlike all the girls that constantly surround him, he doesn't see the point in placing so much value on a single act of physical affection. Kissing someone is equivalent to giving someone a handshake, as far as he's concerned. ]
It would be illogical for me to partake in activities I have no interest in doing.
[ Which means....he wants to kiss her?? Or at the very least, he doesn't not want to kiss her. What's it like to live in that head of his?
Maybe one day she'll find out, but for now he is dutifully bending down so that their lips can touch with a minimum of fuss in what must surely be the world's tamest kiss. He pulls away a little afterwards, but only so he can ask: ]
Will that suffice?
sorry i'm sorry i'm so sorry
Marcille doesn't make it much better because she's cataloging everything he's said in the back of her brain, trying to figure out what it really means. She's a straightforward person, herself, but she's never met anyone so straightforward they looped right back around to being confusing.
She opens her eyes again, bringing her hand to her mouth and touching her lips slightly. How many novice magicians cast spells that turn to dust on the first try? How long does it takes someone even with generous aptitude to master something new? She swallows.]
... Okay. Next time, maybe, try -
[They're cleared to move forward to the next goal, but in the name of tutelage she rises up again and leaves another kiss against his lips. It's still rigidly chaste, but she tries to give it a little more deliberate structure, make it more kiss than task.
She'll only do this once or twice beyond what's required to proceed in the game just to not retcon our other thread]... We'll fall behind if we don't keep going!