Week 1 Mingle;

[omnivoracious]

❤ 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!!!

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[darkinstructor]

[ ...'Mister Way of Things'. Yeah, that sure is a title he has been given, though not many back home would dare give him one. Well, actually, it does make him think fondly of one person...not family, but rather someone who had made quite an impression on him when he was younger. ]

An easy enough task.

[ He is putting faith in Milla's efforts as well, clearly. ]

I believe that sounds like a good strategy. Let us proceed.

[ So, after Jeritza is sure Milla knows he's going to move, he will do so as outlined in the plan they made, and therefore it is likely unless due to shenanigans, that they end up reaching the first cone relatively soon... ]

[souperb]

[ surprisingly no shenanigans! they got all their screaming in beforehand, and milla's call of one and two does a very good job of suppressing her wild, tsundere urges.

and then the first cone comes closer and that blanket of security shatters. how do you pretend you're not coming up to what you hate, when you're closer closer closer, no, when you've already reached it?

ah....... ]

T...wo.

[ that's the last callout from her. much less focused than the rest, as they finally come to a stop.




and yes, that's it. she's just stopping and staring at the cone. ]

[darkinstructor]

[ They're doing well at this because Jeritza just allows an awkward silence to fall between the two of them like they just waltzed into somebody's funeral. But, after that moment of silence, he will turn his head towards her.

He's not sure what to say here, so what comes out is just: ]

...It is time. Are you prepared?

[ Despite him asking, Jeritza feels woefully unprepared for this. ]

[souperb]

[ no. ]

I— don't have a choice.

[ ugh. her heart's beating faster, but she shuffles a little to turn towards him. they'll have to do this again. this is just the beginning, and she's not sure whether it'll get harder or easier.

she sighs. ]

I've never done this before.

[ she should admit that. ]

If you have, take the lead. [ ... ] If you haven't... close your eyes.

[darkinstructor]

[ Funny thing about that. ]

...Neither have I.

[ It's a similar admission on both of their parts, it seems. Though it is not to say that once upon a time, there were...expectations of him.

If Milla means to bridge the gap, Jeritza doesn't intend on making it difficult for her nonetheless. They have decided to commit to this, after all.

So, first he will lean towards her, and that is when he will close his eyes. ]

[souperb]

[ oh, jeritza.

that action really locks them into this, doesn't it. it would be stupid and even more embarrassing to rip off the ribbon and run away while he stands here, eyes closed, wouldn't it.

the reason she had him do this was for her own security. so she didn't have to sit in anxiety and could at least somewhat do this on her own terms. she leans in, too, but— ]

You... can start the next one, to make it fair.

[ —that, quietly, as she reaches up to put a hand on his cheek. this is to anchor her; she feels she'd completely miss if there wasn't some tactile element tying her very, very fragile existence to this.

another beat of hesitation. another tiny breath. this does not calm her.

so she bridges the rest of the gap, and presses her lips to his, light as a feather. ]

[darkinstructor]

[ It would be, though it'd also certainly be rather something hilarious. If anything, he wouldn't exactly fault her for it since this is a rather personal thing for two people to be doing...even if it is all part of a 'game', a kiss is an action that connects them. It is like the same way a battle connects someone with their opponent; once it ends, you can't deny it is something that happened between those people.

They can and are irrevocably changed since then. ]

I will, then.

[ He feels the touch of those fingers against his cheek, smaller than his own, and well, there are few people in the world that he allows to touch him. Milla may consider herself added to that list.

When those lips press against his, they feel as if they are hardly there, but he records the feeling, the moment in his mind all the same.

Then, when it ends, he pulls back, and presses two fingers to his own lips, looking thoughtful. ]

Despite the circumstances that were made for us to share this kiss, I can't say I minded.

[ Alright! He will prepare to look forward so they can move on. ]

[souperb]

[ ... ah.

she also brings two fingers to her lips, lingering on the moment that's passed, fleeting and quick. she's... not certain how she should feel, and the multitude of feelings that struck her before the kiss have only worsened after.

she slips back into their considerably more awkward race position. there is still more, yes. she reminds herself of that, even as her mind remains stuck on this cone specifically, and what jeritza just said— ]

Don't complicate things by adding something like that so casually.

[ it makes breathing even harder.

no comments on her own thoughts, still buzzing in her mind. a mix of... that was nice... was that nice? is that how should that have felt? instead, a quiet: ]

... Let's go.

[ she won't keep count this time. or, rather, she's forgotten to. let's see if they can work just fine without it, as she nudges their bound legs forward. ]