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consentacle fun, etc.

The following prompts can be BYOM (bring your own monster) if you so desire! Anything goes. Literally anything.

"Monsters" are common around here. They always have been. While many societies choose to revere them as gods or use them to instill fear into ill-behaved children, the monsters of New Cloudbank are one with the people and have been able to hold jobs, own property and self, and vote; freedoms gained from a civil movement some decades ago. While societal integration has gone somewhat smoothly, there is some resistance held by conservative individuals that look down on monster-human relations and hold the untrue belief that some of the less humanshape monsters are a threat to people.

Boxer is an example of one such creature. His upper body is proportionally larger than any human; that if he stood on human legs he would easily reach thirteen feet tall, cut like someone who exercises on a needlessly regular schedule. However, he does not stand on human legs at all, but rather a numerous set of tentacles, rich cocoa-brown like the rest of his skin, decorated with stark yellow stripes at their base and a line of dots along their topsides, lined with dark golden suction cups on the opposite side, and delicate membranes between them. His yellow accents, including his eyes, glow under dark enough conditions to see them.

He's never harmed a human in his life, much rather the opposite if anything, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a reputation for it...

Errands.

A monster's gotta eat.

Of course, he doesn't have to drop by for meat, as the only thing he puts on his table are things he caught with his own hands swimming in the depths outside of the bay. But frying fish in its own juices does not a meal plan make, so regular supermarket trips are the solution to well-rounded meals.

But he can't quite get around like everyone else, on account of boneless tentacles being designed more for underwater agility than, well, walking. So he has to opt for a wheelchair, one custom-built to accommodate his bulk and allows him to comfortably use his extra appendages for his wheel-based mobility while keeping his hands free.

Although being just shy of wheelchair-bound on land, he's at less disadvantage than one might think, using his long tentacles to snatch things off of the topmost shelf with length to spare. Otherwise, he tries to keep them hidden under a soft, knitted blanket, for the comfort of strangers, who tend to stare anyway. (Oh well.) He likes to joke that it's not his form, but the fact that he chooses to dress somewhat formally even for his mundane outings, even though he knows that's not the case.

Maybe you're the one struggling to reach that favorite item of yours so conveniently stashed just beyond finger's grasp on the top shelf.

"Here. I'll get that for you," he says, with an easy smile.

Bet you weren't prepared for a tentacle to hand you something when you went out today.

Shore.

This quiet little section of the beach is usually deserted, rumored to be the place where feral monsters hunt for humans. Now this, this is a rumor that is entirely Boxer's fault, purposely spread to his few visitors so he could have this little piece of heaven all to himself.

Maybe you're a regular here. Maybe you're a brave new first-time visitor, hopefully to catch sight of the man-eating monster for yourself. Either way, the sight is hardly as intimidating as the legend: he's sprawled out naked on the warm sand, basking in the sunlight that beats against his bare, chiseled back as he naps.

Scary.

Water.

New Cloudbank is a large city-state with bustling seaside commerce, full of fishery companies, international trade, and tourism. A water-dweller like Boxer is almost never without work, since many companies are chomping at the bit to commission an strong, amphibious monster to survey the deep for the next best catch, keeping the water safe, or mounting rescues for wayward tourists.

He loves what he does for a living.

Maybe you, too, are of similar business, using your nonhuman physiology to your advantage in the outer bay waters, catching Boxer in the middle of what he does best. Or maybe you're simply a patron of these companies--for Boxer, as brazen as he is to get a free drink, will gladly suction-cup climb his way into boats and schmooze with locals and tourists alike.

Wildcard!

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[Where are his towels? Once she's done everything she can about her hair it's time to slowly get out of the bath, but she does look at him and note the uncomfortable look, but it sounds more like a money concern, not one of pride.]

Okay. My card's in my bag.

[You have warned her, Boxer, and that's about all one can do. She spends about that much on clothes every week, it's not a big deal for her. So while she's be open to splitting if he's really that uncomfortable with it the cost isn't a problem. It's an incredibly small price when compared to how much fun she's having anyway.]

[Ah. Towels. Right. All too quickly he's content to just watch her be wet and naked. He grabs one off of the rack for her with his tentacle, holding it out for her to take.]

I'll, ah, go make the call.

[Aaaand he goes and scoots out of the bathroom to do so. And yes, he does decide to split it evenly between the two of them. He justifies it by figuring she's staying the night and he's drinking her beer.

He'll have transferred himself to the couch by the time she comes out of the bathroom.]

[He gets a grateful smile - for both the towel and calling the food in. While he's off doing that she tries to deal with her hair and settles for putting it in a rather damp braid. It's as she's drying off that it occurs to her she might have been a little too pushy or blunt - she probably could have handled that better, right?

That, or she's just uselessly nervous because he asked her out before she could go ahead and do it.

No matter the case she has to believe he'd tell her or give some egregious sign of his upset, there's no use winding herself up into a panic. So when she leaves the bathroom (with the towel wrapped around herself, because her clothes are drying and she doesn't want to get too cold) she looks a little more relaxed than she actually feels but drops herself next to him on the couch anyway. If he lets her she leans against him - his arm or side, she won't try to push him into holding her or anything.]

So, what's with the name? Or were your parents amazing enough to really name you 'Boxer'?

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[He's not really upset. If anything, only slightly awkward.

As if it were automatic, Boxer holds out a hand over her so that she can snuggle up against his side. He's big and comfortable enough to be his own couch, really, but he can wrap an arm around her to rest his massive hand idly against her hip.

Feels like they're settled in to watch a movie or something. It's nice.]

Oh, I don't have a birth name. Never met my parents--been on my own since the day I hatched.

I wandered up to the shores of New Cloudbank when I was an adolescent, back when I was light enough that I had decent mobility on land. The sailors and fishermen basically raised me. I had a tendency to jump into brawls 'cause I thought they were fun, and I quickly got pretty good at it. That's when people finally came up with a unanimous nickname for me, and it stuck.

[Since he makes the very terrible decision to essentially couch-cuddle with her Nariko gives up any pretense of modesty or space. She tucks herself right along his side, one arm drawn idly over his chest, and the presence of his on her hip gets an approving hum. Stuff like this, normal, relaxed sort of contact is incredibly warm and comforting. She's missed it.

While he answers she draws a heart on his chest, and then a weird swirling pattern that probably doesn't mean anything.

You know, she really thought he was just giving out a fake name for the sake of anonymity.]

Does it normally happen like that? Just being left on your own.

[There's no pity in the question because, well, if that's how things are done it really isn't her place to judge. Especially not when he's turned out pretty well as far as she can see.]

Beats me. Have you met another kraken that felt like sitting around to have a chat? I haven't.

[In other words, his best guess is that yes, it is. His unoccupied hand lazily chases her doodling one, eventually coming up to play with her fingers, gently between his. Despite their size, he has very dexterous fingers, manipulating hers without the slightest bit of clumsy movement.]

Most monsterkind have family structures a lot like humans'. At least, moreso than just being abandoned. I'd really like to think that I was just written off as being part of a dud clutch...but I'll never really know.

[She lets herself be caught, interlacing their fingers.]

Hm.

[Yeah, that might be the case, it's not like she has anymore of an idea than he does.] Maybe there was a reason, and that reason probably won't ever actually be good enough, [How could there be a good enough reason to abandon your child? It's beyond her.] and it was like, well, maybe you had to be the stronger one, for whatever reason. Strong enough to be on your own like that.

[She lifts their joined hands and playfully knocks at his chin,] Which makes your name fitting, right? Because you grew up to be one hell of a boxer!

[Nice place, great smile, a job (apparently, this district wasn't cheap), it fits.

Also, he's getting a preview of the far reaching, ridiculous jokes ahead of time. He'll have to decide if he wants to deal with them or not, because they're sort of a bad habit.]

[She gets a big grin out of him for that one. He loves awful jokes, it's his second language.]

Wellll, maybe not. Still love it, but my mobility on land is terrible now that I'm this size. I'll spar when I can, with those I can trust not to play dirty, but we pretty much keep it to our circle of friends.

That's not what pays for all of this. I'm a contractor--for the city, for local businesses. I keep the waters clean...mount rescue missions...monitor sea life. That kind of thing.

What do you do? Must be something nice, if you're willing to feed me on your dime.

I'm the cities head architectural engineer. [Which is always a mouthful, and rarely immediately recognized.] What that really means is that I have too much fun building things, so no one else gets to break ground until I approve and deem it safe enough. Then I get to babysit that, and every other project until it's done.

[It's ... Not the first thing that would come to mind, if anyone was asked to guess her occupation. In truth it wasn't what she set out to do by any means but she likes it all the same! Building things, adding onto an already beautiful if incredibly weird city ... It's fun. It kind of gives her purpose.]

Nowhere near as cool as watching sea life.

[Boxer looks down at her with nothing short of an utterly infatuated look.

Not only is she a strong, hardworking, committed woman (who just happens to sport a stuffed pussy like a champ) but she works for the city too? The city he loves, to which he owes so much--and not just the light-dotted city line view at night?]

No way. You get to make living and practical works of art! Not to mention you probably get to see killer views whenever you want, right?

[Technically, he could too...if he wasn't so scared shitless of heights.]

[The look he gives her is enough to leave her gently wide-eyed and kind of amazed - he looks so - well, that's not a look she would normally attribute with someone hearing about her job. It's still nice, though, even if she feels a little undeserving of it.]

You know, I don't think anyone's every described it like that. [She should stick with that descriptor from now on.] That is an unexpected perk, yes. But there's not much stopping you from doing the same.

[Right? He's certainly in a pretty high building.]

Ah...

[With his free hand, Boxer rubs at his temple. She's right, in a way, but...]

Stairs weren't made for deep sea dwellers.

[Of course there's such things as elevators, he knows that. He's trying to be subtle.]

[Ah-huh.

She'd bet money he's got a fear of heights.]

You know the new recreation center downtown, right? It was kind of a mess so they basically demolished it? [In truth it probably wasn't pretty enough to fit with the rest of the city and this is New Cloudbank, it wasn't hard for them to vote to have it remodeled.]

It's going to be tall enough to see the ocean, the windows are actually supposed to be installed this weekend. [... She can't help thinking about work, and grousing just a bit:] If they're not I'll have some choice words for a few people.

[Anyway.] But, my point is that you should come see it with me, before it opens. The elevator is wheel chair accessible.

[If he wants! She's thinking that if everything is properly walled off then it might still be scary, but maybe not so much that it gives him a fright. Kind of makes sense that a guy who could live at the very bottom of the sea isn't big on heights, though.]

[And yet, she invites him to it anyway. It's...okay. After all, you learn a lot about another person when you've been pushed out of your comfort zone, just to see how they react.]

Want to make it part of our date?

[He doesn't sound all that anxious about it, but he's really good at hiding it.]

[Being afraid doesn't take away from how much he seems to love the view itself. Then again, she knows how easy it would be to appreciate from the safety of the elevator itself, he doesn't. So there you go on that.

But she hadn't expected that suggestion, so he gets a bit of a Look, and there's a pause instead of the usual, confident answer.]

Sure, if you don't mind.

[Is he pushing himself out of his comfort zone or is he that determined to not admit to a perfectly valid fear?]

[You know, that's the thing. He's seen a lot of views...in photographs, in videos. Not in person. He usually loses his grip on himself about four stories up. Hey, now, what's that look for?]

Yeah, it'll be great. After dark, right?

[A little from column A, a little from column B...]

[He'll have a lot more than just four stories to go up with that particular building.]

Mmhm. We could go after dinner.

[It'll be empty either way.] Kind of thrilling for a first date.

[There's your out, Boxer. No shame in using it.]

[He figures.

Expect him to need to hold your hand, Noriko.]

Thrilling? It's just a big building with a view, right?

["...right?"]

Right.

[She will definitely hold his hand.]

But there's something about empty buildings, man, you can get up to all sorts of romantic or introspective stuff in them! I've found the various answers to life because of empty buildings.

[Although that's a separate kind of thing in and of itself.]

[He...doesn't appreciate where his mind goes when she says romantic. Hey, you wanna christen your new gym with a good fuck? Yeah, right.]

"Introspective." Hn.

I'm sure if I tried have internal dialogue on the top floor of an empty building, all I'd hear is screaming.

[Thrilling indeed.]

[Maybe his mind was a step ahead of hers because that response goes beyond some handholding - if he's really that bad with heights she might just cradle his entire upper body to her. She is small and her muscle is nothing compared to his but she will protect him!! Somehow!!

But, yeah, definitely thrilling.]

Well, if we get there and you don't want to go up, we'll avoid the internal screaming entirely! [She shrugs, and leans up to kiss his jaw.] The only internal screaming I enjoy is over something cute. Like, y'know, me in a slutty bunny outfit or something. Or cuddling!

[Two of these things don't go together ...]

[Yeah, but handholding is the only lifeline he's assertive enough to ask for. He's not really sure he'd be able to ask can I cling to your entire body in the moment.

Boxer gives her a little bit of a pandered smile as he tilts upwards at the kiss to his jaw, in case she wanted any access to his neck. He appreciates the attempt to draw the conversation to something a little more fun and comfortable.]

Wouldn't say those make me scream internally. The opposite, if anything. Calming excitement. [What an oxymoron.] Like a good caffeine buzz.

Wanna know what I like? Thigh highs and boots. Ones with big heels. Garters--you know, real ones, not the ones with lousy straps.

[Are you taking notes, Noriko?]

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[She could go for his neck, sure, but that's too obvious, instead she takes the opportunity to listen, busying herself with a path along his jaw before suddenly shifting to his collarbone. She'll go up to his neck from there, far too slowly because he seems like the type to be very, very patient. That's the kind of thing that needs to be tested.]

Oh, you like heels? You're going to fucking adore me.

[She has to run around construction sites forty percent of the time but the great majority of her shoes consist of high heels, or boots with heels, or just purely sexy boots. It's good to know she's got that on lock, and he's basically giving her the rest on a silver platter.]

You really are the classic type. What about corsets, though? The more modern variety. [Not that she needs the help pushing the girls up but, hey. Sometimes she enjoys the staring.]

[She's definitely pinned him. Instead of getting all up in arms about how slow she's going, he's revelling in it. Like this, though, she's not far from the siphon on the left side of his throat, about the same height and size of his Adam's apple. It's shut tight right now, so it's not like anything will fall inside of it by accident, but still...it's pretty sensitive, but he figures he can trust her around it.]

In a way, Noriko, I already do.

[In several ways, actually.

See, and he doesn't actually get to look at boots all that often out on the water. No one's gonna bring their heels just to sink them into the sand, but he does get to see a few when he's being naughty and crawling his way up onto the tourist boats and cruise liners to socialize and grab a few drinks.

But he usually doesn't hit on tourists, because the type are usually married.]

On you? Sheesh. [No, she doesn't need the help, but he's picturing it anyway.] Usually I judge on a case-by-case basis, but I'll garner a wage that you've got an eye for them.

[She has absolutely no understanding of monsterkind or sea creatures in general. Mostly due to the incredibly ironic fact that unless it was a clownfish or a sea horse (tiny things that could appear harmless) she felt something along the lines of a respect laced kind of caution. Boxer's an exception in a great number of ways, mostly because she can't fear him any more than she would any other man when they met because of beer.

So hopefully she doesn't bother his anatomy, because she's more focused on just doing as she pleases and listening, obviously her eyes are open, but unless there's a noticeable dip in his skin or something, she isn't likely to notice on her own.]

Of course. [And since they're sharing:] You know every lady needs a little black dress, right? It's a classic necessity. Now, you pair that with a corset, sheer stockings, black heels? [She nips with her teeth, very gentle, more for effect than anything.] It's always a show stopper.

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