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❤ 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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[ Jeritza gets splashed, but he is undeterred! Coming at him with the pool noodle as they speak.

That said when he hears, "I just had my guns and my dog", he can only consider that the dog is likely to have been quite the asset. ]

I imagine that I would. I also assume you had made such trespassers ... regretful of their wrongful entry, no?

[So, Rufus' technique isn't the smoothest in the pool, given the slippery nature of their foam weapons, but he manages to slip his arm over Jeritza's attack and bring it back down in a clench, once more yanking the man forward. Closer, so there's really no room to swing a long-reach... melee instrument between them.

His brow arches.]

Of course. In the end, they had to flee. You told me you're familiar with war, so you'd know: often times, it's all about numbers. And I always have the most boots on the ground, or guards to come sweeping in and routing the most unsavory individuals.

[ It seems that they are at an impasse for now, then. Though, Jeritza isn't going to say he minds much the shortened distance between either of them.

A flicker of something close to satisfaction also comes over his eyes as he considers the actions of the man so far and what he has said. ]

You seem to not only be just a formidable man, but also one who is so well-prepared. It is true that victory is about numbers when it comes to fighting battles, whether in war or outside of it. However, knowing when, how, and where to strike...that too is key.

[His head tilts, just a little. The state of his hair's been ruffled thanks to all the splashing, and he pushes a strand out of his eyes as he considers Jeritza from up-close.]

And who says I don't know exactly when to strike? Would you like to test that?

[ He is sufficiently distracted. If that is Rufus' aim, he has succeeded. ]

...I certainly would.

[ Jeritza's free hand reaches out to see how Rufus would react, reaching for one of the other blond's. ]

[He allows it. And, in fact, he grabs hold of him first, tugging him forward by the forearm just enough to jostle him down into a haphazard, quite impulsive, kiss.

With any success, Jeritza would be able to feel the curve of his smile in it, ever confident and pleased to catch someone off-guard. What a bastard.]

...!

[ And indeed Rufus will be successful in his bold maneuver. He feels the press of the other's lips against his, and so Rufus is treated to a rare expression of surprise upon Jeritza's face.

His eyes do narrow, but... ]

[ ...he does tilt his head into the kiss to prolong it, only to pull away. Though there still remains a scarce distance between the two of them. ]

You truly are a bold man. No one has dared such an approach against me before. Then again, it would not have been to their best interests...if they wished to see the light of day.

[ He'll reach with his other hand to see if he can rest a hand against the other blond's cheek so that he may stroke it, a dark flicker in his gaze at the man before him. ]

Yet, such eagerness...I would see it again. You and me, in a dance only the two of us dare to share.

[Boldness is the name of the game if you’re a Shinra. You receive only what you fight for, what you make an effort to earn. It’s how he’s been taught, and though there is much that he disagrees with in how he’s been raised, this is not one of them.

He allows the touch, much in the same way that Jeritza had allowed the kiss, fleeting as it was. He looks at him, his own eyes flickering bright with amusement and interest alike.]

And now I can’t decide if one of us would get hurt in this so-called dance, or if it’d be to our benefit.

[His head tilts a little.]

Maybe both. I wouldn’t be against the idea. Plan for it, Jeritza.

[Here, he lets go of the man’s other arm, still grasped from prior.]

If nothing else, it’ll be fun.

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