A SEES dinner would be a great chance to catch up on what we've missed. And maybe get some more understanding on who remembers what, unless you already have that noted?
[Hanging out with his two closest friends and watching horrible cringe-funny porn mockeries of movies (as is the main option on whatever sort of DVR the Peacock offers--) and getting to crash in a real bed in Mitsuru's guest suite was a pretty decent birthday. Probably the first he's actually done anything for in a long time. But of course The House needs to get involved also.
It's early- pre-artificial dawn, probably. And of course the guest room only had one bed, this is the Peacock we're talking about, but it's giant and it's not like he and Akihiko hadn't shared a bed multiple times in their lives as kids. Always a light sleeper anyway, Shinjiro rouses at the new heaviness in his lap, as though something had been gently set down on him while he was sleeping. Just-- set down on him under his underwear and nestled into his groin instead of anything normal.]
Th' hell.... [It's a foggy, half-asleep rumble of a question, asked aloud to no one in particular. He'll blink once or twice blearily before deciding he preferred being asleep and closing them again, reaching down to move the whatever-the-fuck off his dick.
Which is probably a bad idea, giving it even more contact with him.
The heat spikes in his gut, breath catching-- A sudden, intense sensation that wakes him right the fuck up. It feels almost like waking up from a wet dream, except one where the arousal was never resolved. Equally confusing is how instantly familiar the gun-shaped object he's grabbed is. He sits up with a catching breath, letting the evoker fall from his hand and moving back on the mattress so his back is against the head board, giving the thing a cautious distance, despite how it sits innocently on the mattress between where his legs are bent.
That's definitely his evoker. Vandalized, sure, his never had the thick words on the barrel that he can't make out in the lack of light-- but of course he knows it.]
Hey- [It's possible Akihiko was probably already woken up by Shinjiro's shuffling about and kicking the blankets and everything- but for good measure he'll swat lightly at the other guy's shoulder.]
No one came in, right? [He knows no one did-- but right now his brain isn't awake and he's still reeling from the powerful wave of sensation and desire that had washed over him when touching it.]
( The evening had originally started as something innocent enough — get together, watch movies — but the resort had seen fit to put its own spin on things and the movies had wound up cringy, yet somehow amusing, porn mockeries. Had anyone told Akihiko he'd be doing that a few weeks prior, there would have been the most indignant reaction. Sure, the movies had not spared blushes, but all in all they got through it unscathed and Aki adds it to his mental list of sheer, will-power victories.
It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep either, unconcerned on sharing space with Shinjiro, especially when the bed is comfortable, clean and just a tad luxurious. So when his friend starts to move around in the early hours, Akihiko doesn't think much of it. He debates a quick wrestling match to get Shinji to go the Hell back to sleep, but writes the idea off as he rolls back over. )
— What? ( The swat at his shoulder gets the desired effect, Aki slowly sitting up to squint over at his friend as he shifts the blankets away. He doesn't make a point of looking lower, so there's no inclination now of any issues as he stifles a yawn. ) No-one came in, we would have known. Why?
[It probably doesn't help that it's so damn dark, huh. Careful not to touch it again, Shinjiro leans over to turn on one of the insanely ornate lamps, before returning and gesturing to the steamlined silver gun-like object laying in the sheets.]
'Cause my evoker's here.
[He won't mentioned it had been nested up in his balls. That is Extra Information That No One Needs. But he sure is avoiding actually touching it, huh. It reminds him of what Kotone had said about hers: it was a little broken. Not that he'll be able to do that forever, especially now with the lights on he can see the block print scrawled along the barrel.]
And I'm pretty sure this place messed with it.
[He has to lean forward a bit, trying to read the words on the barrel upside-down. "Suck or Fuck here." It's like an insane perverted Alice in Wonderland: Instead of 'Eat Me' and 'Drink Me' It's... this. And the worst part was that following the instructions almost always seemed to work, from what he'd seen so far.]
( It's not something Akihiko is expecting to hear, and the last vestiges of sleepiness vanish as he glances back over. He'd heard from others that things needed to be requested, asked for and someone somewhere would make a decision. The idea that they both went to sleep in Mitsuru's place and woke up with Shinji's evoker lends credence to a power that Akihiko doesn't want to consider. The idea that the big unknown knows where they are at all times is too much for him this time of morning.
Looking over, Aki takes note that it is indeed Shinji's evoker and that yes, something has indeed messed with it. Even he shuffles closer to try and read the writing, giving an audible huff as the words become visible. He's not been in the resort long, but even he's not sure what he expected.... )
Okay. Have you tried rubbing the writing off? Could be a prank for all we know. ( Akihiko is many things, but his naivety isn't switched on all the time. Just looking at the evoker sends a small skitter of warmth down his spine that he elects to ignore, and he knows deep down that those words aren't going anywhere. )
It's all of those things, but so far still managing. ( Somehow, even Akihiko is confused how he's still coping. This place is a nightmare. ) You hanging in there?
I mean I exercised a lot with the Tennis Club but it's not the same doing it by myself. So I thought maybe you could help me come up with something I can do!!
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Shit's wild. People literally falling over themselves begging for it.
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Begging for what, to be hit?
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Yeah, that, or any other attention I guess. She said slapping them on the ass with it was the easiest way to get them off her.
Her groupies make your fanclub look like a joke.
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Only for the people who live here, so not us. The easiest...?
I don't have a fanclub, or that big of one.
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You're still dumb as a rock... Whatever. You end up getting one of those suit marks?
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What do you think?
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Shinji's cooking?
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[ You know, 'cause fuck resort. Sometimes the circumstances for meetings aren't ideal. ]
It would be good to do that without any other distractions or influences.
He is. I think I made it clear that he didn't have to but that some of you may get on his case about it regardless.
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That, and at the end of it all, it's been a long time since any of us got to sit down for such a meal.
I see. I will ask if he needs help on the day. Do we need anything else for this?
Completely NSFW action lets go (CW: Gunkink at some point, ig we going right for it)
It's early- pre-artificial dawn, probably. And of course the guest room only had one bed, this is the Peacock we're talking about, but it's giant and it's not like he and Akihiko hadn't shared a bed multiple times in their lives as kids. Always a light sleeper anyway, Shinjiro rouses at the new heaviness in his lap, as though something had been gently set down on him while he was sleeping. Just-- set down on him under his underwear and nestled into his groin instead of anything normal.]
Th' hell.... [It's a foggy, half-asleep rumble of a question, asked aloud to no one in particular. He'll blink once or twice blearily before deciding he preferred being asleep and closing them again, reaching down to move the whatever-the-fuck off his dick.
Which is probably a bad idea, giving it even more contact with him.
The heat spikes in his gut, breath catching-- A sudden, intense sensation that wakes him right the fuck up. It feels almost like waking up from a wet dream, except one where the arousal was never resolved. Equally confusing is how instantly familiar the gun-shaped object he's grabbed is. He sits up with a catching breath, letting the evoker fall from his hand and moving back on the mattress so his back is against the head board, giving the thing a cautious distance, despite how it sits innocently on the mattress between where his legs are bent.
That's definitely his evoker. Vandalized, sure, his never had the thick words on the barrel that he can't make out in the lack of light-- but of course he knows it.]
Hey- [It's possible Akihiko was probably already woken up by Shinjiro's shuffling about and kicking the blankets and everything- but for good measure he'll swat lightly at the other guy's shoulder.]
No one came in, right? [He knows no one did-- but right now his brain isn't awake and he's still reeling from the powerful wave of sensation and desire that had washed over him when touching it.]
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It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep either, unconcerned on sharing space with Shinjiro, especially when the bed is comfortable, clean and just a tad luxurious. So when his friend starts to move around in the early hours, Akihiko doesn't think much of it. He debates a quick wrestling match to get Shinji to go the Hell back to sleep, but writes the idea off as he rolls back over. )
— What? ( The swat at his shoulder gets the desired effect, Aki slowly sitting up to squint over at his friend as he shifts the blankets away. He doesn't make a point of looking lower, so there's no inclination now of any issues as he stifles a yawn. ) No-one came in, we would have known. Why?
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'Cause my evoker's here.
[He won't mentioned it had been nested up in his balls. That is Extra Information That No One Needs. But he sure is avoiding actually touching it, huh. It reminds him of what Kotone had said about hers: it was a little broken. Not that he'll be able to do that forever, especially now with the lights on he can see the block print scrawled along the barrel.]
And I'm pretty sure this place messed with it.
[He has to lean forward a bit, trying to read the words on the barrel upside-down. "Suck or Fuck here." It's like an insane perverted Alice in Wonderland: Instead of 'Eat Me' and 'Drink Me' It's... this. And the worst part was that following the instructions almost always seemed to work, from what he'd seen so far.]
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( It's not something Akihiko is expecting to hear, and the last vestiges of sleepiness vanish as he glances back over. He'd heard from others that things needed to be requested, asked for and someone somewhere would make a decision. The idea that they both went to sleep in Mitsuru's place and woke up with Shinji's evoker lends credence to a power that Akihiko doesn't want to consider. The idea that the big unknown knows where they are at all times is too much for him this time of morning.
Looking over, Aki takes note that it is indeed Shinji's evoker and that yes, something has indeed messed with it. Even he shuffles closer to try and read the writing, giving an audible huff as the words become visible. He's not been in the resort long, but even he's not sure what he expected.... )
Okay. Have you tried rubbing the writing off? Could be a prank for all we know. ( Akihiko is many things, but his naivety isn't switched on all the time. Just looking at the evoker sends a small skitter of warmth down his spine that he elects to ignore, and he knows deep down that those words aren't going anywhere. )
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text! idk sometime after gala probably
[shinjiro writes, as if he's not the one who's been completely off the map for almost a week because of the mega suit flare situation.]
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Considering this place, holding up fine. Why, were you expecting something else?
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No
[ok, he's gonna. Try real hard not to take the bait and make a shitty sarcastic comment and start a fight. Trying again...]
Cause this place is fucking bullshit and there hasn't been a break since we got here.
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It's all of those things, but so far still managing. ( Somehow, even Akihiko is confused how he's still coping. This place is a nightmare. ) You hanging in there?
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text; oct 4
I'm going to the gym this morning!
Please come with me! ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)ა
[This is bait for a trap... the trap of 'don't dwell on things and be sad']
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You want to go to the gym? Alright. Any workouts in mind?
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[She knows he wouldn't.]
I mean I exercised a lot with the Tennis Club but it's not the same doing it by myself. So I thought maybe you could help me come up with something I can do!!
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If you did a lot with tennis, it would be best to try something different. That way it keeps your body guessing. Do you know squash?
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Treadmills can't be that exciting, even for me.
Thanks. Do you know who it was?
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i don't know how you can just run on that thing forever, it's better outside with the fresh air.
well. "outside".
no, i don't talk to people at the gym.
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You don't? I do if people want to, easy to learn things I wouldn't back home that way.
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