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𝐺𝑃, 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝐸𝐴𝑆𝑂𝑁.
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Am I really supposed to fill all this out? It's so long...
There's not much to tell. Name's Lighter. When I'm not too busy being kidnapped, you can find me in the Outer Ring. As the undefeated Champion, I defend the honor of the Sons of Calydon.
Here? Just playing the game.
Settling scores with my fists. Oh, and I'm not half bad at errands.
Caesar's more of the reader between us, but she never lets me touch the books I pick up for her. Movies... disaster? Romance is alright too. Music is whatever's playing in Steeltusk. Though when boss and Lucy get on the piano, it's got a nice sound to it. As for food... anything convenient and edible. Taste is a bonus, I guess. On the go or in a Hollow, lollipops work fine for me.
[ he left this blank like a coward. ]
Beer, if there's no Nitro-Fuel around.
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
...Clowns?
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Shower, it's more convenient.
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Pirates. Hollow bandits are pretty similar.
.05 TITS OR ASS
Uhh. Either, I suppose...
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
Coffee.
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Sweet.
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Summer. Not much winter to speak of at home.
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Leather. Easier to clean.
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Hey, who's asking?
INFJ-T
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[ That unspoken "but" is so heavy that one might nearly feel it permeating the air around him. ]
Anyway, thanks.
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[She clears her throat.] It's really no problem! I wouldn't want you to get hut so it's for the best that we're both in my pod. I can't really clean it up though... [She can't help but giggle behind her hand though.]
It's a little funny though. You look like you wouldn't be someone who's clumsy. I find that kind of cute though.
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[ Though he'd lilted in a moment of playfulness, the mark on his arm has made Lighter think curses aren't out of the realm of possibility, as crazy as it sounds. ]
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[Then again, there are some pretty clumsy people who are good adventurers too.]
I guess you can say some of the things they do counts as curses. The resort does like to play by inconveniencing us all, doesn't it? [She sighs with a shake of her head.] Even now. I feel like even if we agreed to partake, they're still trying to push us to do things they want us to do.
[She claps her hands together.] Oh, but do you think we can solve them like in books and films? Things like a kiss or things like that? I would say vanquishing dragons, but I don't think there's a dragon to vanquish around.
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[ Not the worst thing, he thinks. ]
Solve them? Like, uh... [ Alright, he's gotta think back to all those times he flipped through the romance manga to make sure he got the right copies for Caesar. ] Assuming there's conditions we have to meet to leave this place? Since it's not brawling against bloodthirsty dragons to secure an escape route, I can only assume it's something like you said...
[ His brain is catching up with what he's saying, slowly but surely. ]
— kissing the princess, or similar.
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[He does love hearing peoples' stories and experiences, so this was an honest request.
As for the other thing...
Well, it was mostly said for fun. Lesley knows that they'd eventually be freed, but usually action let them leave sooner. Generally speaking. So she giggles behind her hand.] Kissed by a cute man like you? I wouldn't complain.
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Sure. Not many people leave where I'm from either. I'm not much of a storyteller though, if that'd bother you.
[ ...though now he thinks she's teasing. ]
...and, well. Since it seems like you know this place better than I do, if you think it'd help our cause...
[ ^guy who didn't think she'd actually agree ]
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[She laughs softly, expression bright.
At the very least, she does decide to be more honest.] I think they'd eventually let us out, but usually taking action speeds up the process. Perhaps a kiss would get them to think we might do something more. [She tucks some hair behind her ear shyly.]
What girl doesn't want to be called a princess even for a moment?
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Believe it or not, I can think of a few. [ And it still wouldn't be the ones you would think. ] More the exception than the rule, though.
[ Watching her callused fingers pull through her hair to tuck it back, he supposes that's as clear as the signal is going to get. Funny, how he's always the first into a fight and the first to shy from other manners of contact.
But it's not home, so. Different rules. ]
Let's see where this gets us, then.
[ Her body language is so receptive to him that it almost feels a little too easy to lean in, angling his jaw to press his lips to hers. Too easy has always been bad new, ironic as that is. But it is warm, and pleasant enough despite the slight chap of his lips. ]
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And really, it's so damn hard to play shy and inexperienced, but Lesley does her part well.
She kisses back with a bit of shyness in her body language. The way she seems to shrug her shoulders close and she fusses with the front of her shirt in her hands. The bump of noses, like she isn't quite sure how to kiss too well.
The little hiccup of a giggle muffled between their lips.
She still kisses back earnestly though. It's obvious she's not opposed, even if she seems to be somewhat shy herself.]
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So — it's a sweet kiss. Warm (warmer for the slight fluster on his cheeks), even-keeled. Lighter won't be bringing home any titles for his prowess at kissing, but it's not like he's totally in the dark, even if he thinks he wouldn't even bother trying to count the meager number of good experiences he's had.
It's pure instinct that makes him breathe in the sound of her giggle, just enough to break the kiss. ]
Okay then. [ Curiously, he lifts a gloved hand to her face, forgetting he has cursed paws right now. ] How is the princess feeling?
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She leans into his palm, his hand warm against her cooler skin as she sighs softly. There's something contented about it.] The princess is feeling a little fluttery. You're really quite a gentle man despite your rugged, good looks.
[Which is cute, really. Wriothesley felt the man had an underlying kindness, but it's very different making a guess based on their previous interaction and how they were treating Lesley.
Gee, it would be a shame if his cursed glove reminded them that it didn't consent to them having soft kisses together.] It was sweet. I liked it. I wish I were a princess sooner if I get to have kisses like this all the time.
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Haha. That's quite the compliment. I suppose if you're feeling alright about it, there's no reason you can't make up for lost time.
[ It sure would be a shame if his slight shift forward on the couch ended in disaster, given how sweet the moment is. A disaster such as his free hand slipping from its position on the cushion, making him pitch forward in an uncharacteristic bout of clumsiness. That blunder makes his opposite hand seize downward, away from her face and —
...straight into the ample curve of her chest. Whuffing a huge, useless breath of air, Lighter's eyes grow owlish behind his lenses. It takes him a solid second to realize he has a handful of tits before he's yanking his touch away like it burned him.
Damn. ]
Whoa, hold on — that was an accident, I swear!
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She looks at his face than down at the hand firmly grasping one of her breasts.] Oh. [The way he reacts is almost comical. Somehow, she thinks he's far more upset about it happening than she should be, given it's her chest that had been so shamelessly grabbed.
Eventually she breaks into laughter, seemingly more amused than bothered. What a gentleman. He could have easily felt her up if he wanted to and she'd just chalk it up to this place.
Or more specifically, Wriothesley is far more shameless and he's trying very hard to not let it show.
She continues to laugh softly.] Is this the return of your butterfingers? It does make a good excuse to get your hands on whatever you want though, doesn't it? [She's obviously teasing.]
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Hey, first of all, I meant it. It was an accident. Second of all, if I wanted to get my hands on you — which I don't, by the way, but not because you aren't pretty [ help. ] — I'd just ask, okay?
[ Is that better or worse. ]
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And maybe this is enough to loosen up enough to play a little more coy. To poke at him because he really is being way too sweet. Most men would be more forthcoming, but she thinks he's more like a shy little boy right now.] Oh~? You think I'm pretty? [She hides her mouth behind her hand.]
You're saying that you wouldn't want to get your hands on me then?
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Listen, I still have my sight. I'd really be lying if I answered no right now. [ if i said she was pretty in the same way caesar is pretty tho this whole interaction makes a horrifying amount of sense ] Also, question. Do you want me to get my hands on you?
[ Please. He's so sincere. ]
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You make it sound like I'm suddenly a degenerate. [She looks somewhat scandalized.] It's nothing like that. I just been trying to open up to it more... Most of anything I've done has been through the devices.
[She's wrings her hands together shyly.] I guess I wasn't so adverse because you've been so sweet to me this entire time.
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Was there another way I was supposed to be acting? [ He knows, but like. Does he Know. ] Ahh, well... either way. Thanks for not clobbering me because of my dumb mistake.
[ He holds his hand out, ever-so-slightly more certain. ]
Here. Let's try that again.
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It's hard to stay huffy though. He's kind of like a wet dog.] I wasn't going to clobber you even if it wasn't a mistake. If I had issues I'd tell you to stop. I know what this place wants from us, after all. [She'd clobber him if she did say stop and he kept going though.
Not that Lesley would have said to stop. It isn't so demure to ask someone for cock though, ya know?
She reaches out to take his hand though. She's more confident this time. Less shy.] Okay. This time, you don't have to get so embarrassed...even if it was quite cute of you.
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[ But he does still struggle. Going from a loner who tends to solve problems on peoples' behalf to having to think about his desires in relation to others is — well, a work in progress. But as she meets him halfway with another clasp of hands, enough to pull her back in, he is trying. ]
Man, you haven't even seen me at my cutest yet.
[ Words he will live to regret! Maybe if he leans in for a proper kiss she'll just let him get away with it. ]
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[His words get a sweet little titter. Lighter really was quite cute. Despite the man's seemingly rough exterior, they were so warm and soft deep down. It really was a dichotomy she wasn't expecting, but quite pleased with.
The want to tease the man more really makes it hard to keep the charade up, but she's managing.
She doesn't tease, but returns the kiss sweetly. Eyelashes flutter before she closes them, returning the kiss with a shy determination to not back away. She shifts a little closer, their knees bumping a bit as she closes more distance between them.]
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But it is nice, when the sensation of craning down into a kiss is just that. Expectation is his mantle to bear and this place has done a fine job of turning that strength of his inside out. Their knees knock and he shuffles in his seat slightly, long legs canting. Breaking the kiss, a considering noise roils in his throat. ]
Do you wanna, uh — [ He's asked before he's thought it through, gaze flickered behind his shades. His breath puffs slightly short against her lips before he decides to commit. ] It might make it more comfortable for you if you got up closer to me. Like in my lap, maybe.
[ Smooth. ]
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[But before Lighter can respond, Lesley moves to settle on her lap. It's a clumsy little effort as she straddles his lap. Either it's overzealousness or nerves, but she ends up teetering forward as she moves forward, a little squeak escaping her lips. It results with the press of her bosom right into Lighter's face.
The breasts are boobing.]
Oh! S-Sorry. I lost my balance a bit...
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Getting his sunglasses knocked askew by a facefull of cleavage? Back going pin straight as if spooked, his fingers twitch woodenly on her waist, face flaring hot. ]
No problem. [ A muffled grunt. ] T-Take your time...
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