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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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[Seriously? Well, shit, now she really does have to try and look presentable before she gets there.]

Yeah, I know it. [It's hard not to since she isn't currently blind, nor does she possess frugal taste.] You'd better hope they don't think I'm some question drifter.

[It's mostly a joke.] Guess I'll see you in a bit.

[She's got her directions, after all!]

Nah, you'll be fine. I can buzz you in.

[He gives her a little wave, making sure that she can...you know, at least walk, before he backs up to throw himself into the sea. Boxer will make it home a lot faster than she does, which means that he has more than enough time to draw her a warm bath and dig out the menu for the barbeque delivery place.]

[She's okay! A little wobbly at times but she gets herself up and powers through!

Not only does it take her a while longer to get there but he ends up being right. Gravity does it's thing and she can't fight the volume of it any, which leads to a mildly embarrassing accident halfway there. It pretty much gushes which feels - always has felt - weirdly pleasant, would be better if a few people hadn't given her some knowing looks.

Whatever. At least there's an alley, and she ends up testing the durability of her towel, and then she has to debate between keeping it with her or throwing it out ... The whole affair builds up to an extra ten minutes, so if he's surprised at the buzzing then no one would blame him.]

Hey.

[There's eerily fresh streaks along her thighs now - a bath would be great.]

Hey.

[He'll greet her at his front door, still damp, but sitting...on a wheelchair. These condos have a reputation for being a little on the conservative side with size, but everything in here--the hallways, the rooms, the bathroom and everything in it--is plus-sized. The original idea was to make it disability-accessible, but like this it's the bare minimum of space he needs to survive. Boxer moves aside for her to enter.

The air inside is fresh, something along the lines of sweet orchid, yet slightly briny like the water. Clean, comfortably dimly lit, cool and humid. All not surprising given its tenant.

He glances down at her legs as she enters and gives her a similarly knowing look, but with a trace of disappointment--a little sad that he couldn't have been there when she had her little accident...not only to witness it but to help with the aftermath. With a gesture, he points to the bathroom.]

I made up a hot bath for you.

[Now that's another surprise for the night! She does stare at it, head tilted, but then moves on easily. Guy's got to get around the city somehow when he needs to, right? But she does kind of wonder if he might benefit from something a little higher, and is that thing really supporting his back? Give her a week and she could design and build something better for him. But that's the engineer in her, and there's no better way to say 'you're cool and we should hang out a lot' than to build something.

There's also stepping inside his apartment, which doesn't feel at all unlike being at the beach again.] Oh, wow. Nice digs.

[As far as her legs, she laughs a little nervously, more embarrassed by it than anything else. And then:]

If you're trying to convince me that you're perfect, it's working, Boxer. Seriously.

[How do nice people like him even exist. She really has to stop banging assholes.]

[He notices the way she takes note of his wheelchair, but there's no way for him to tell what she's really thinking. He kind of figured she'd give it a second take, given that he hadn't really mentioned it before.]

Thanks.

[The city kinda gave him the pick of the litter when it came to housing arrangements. Believe it or not, he didn't pick this place because it's the Ritz (though that was a factor) but because he can literally hop into the bay from his balcony. Shortest commute in the history of New Cloudbank.]

I'm not perfect, promise. Just generous.

[She's gonna have a spa day in there, too. Super soothing moisturizing body washes, energizing exfoliants, repairing creams infused with lavender and chamomile. You'd think this bathroom either belongs to a woman...or a sea-dwelling monsterkind trying his hardest to make the best out of life on land.

As if it does any favors for his argument, he takes her bag from her so he can clean off the sand and put what's left of the beer in his fridge.]

Want your cover-up and bikini washed?

Right about now they're the same thing.

[She's already pulled the cover up, up and off of herself, and the bikini comes off just as immediately. There's no use in being shy when Boxer's already seen everything there and then some. That she'd probably be as immodest even without that is not important at all, of course.]

Oh, yeah, that's probably a good idea. Walking home naked wouldn't work out too well.

[But running around without anything on in his apartment will probably be just fine. After handing it all off to Boxer she slinks into the bath, groans freely. For a moment she's surprisingly quiet, just enjoying the water and the complete loss of tension. It would be a good moment to reflect on how vaguely stupid it is to go home with someone she hadn't even known for a few hours but mostly she's just grateful, and weirdly happy.]

So, gonna go out on a limb and say no girlfriend?

[Because while there's lots of moisturizing stuff, definitely things a woman would use, there's no ... Feminine personality to them. A stereotypical woman would probably have a theme to all those items, like Moonlight Walks scented stuff or whatever. Nariko herself is sort of on a Pretty as a Peach binge, because what's life without fun scents? Boring, that's what.]

[The closest he has to a theme is "environmentalist". Organic, fair trade, decomposable or recyclable containers. Does that count?]

No, just me.

[He opts to clean her clothes by hand (or more accurately, by tentacle) in his kitchen sink, since he doesn't have a washer and dryer, despite having the hookups for it. What little clothes he has are formal, which means they get dry-cleaned anyway.]

Not for lack of trying. It's complicated...those that are compatible sexually aren't always compatible intellectually, and vise versa. At least I've learned how to weed out the people in it for their fetish in under an hour.

[Definitely counts, but it might still lean more towards 'guy' than anything. Definitely suits him, though.

While it's a relief to know that she didn't accidentally home-wreck - it's happened before, unfortunately - she can't help feeling kind of sympathetic. Dating is bullshit, and for as pretty as she is even Nariko had gotten tired of it after a certain point, and the idea of returning to all that wasn't endearing, either.]

I feel like you should tell me who those people are so I can find and punch them for being gross pieces of shit. [... Except that sounds a certain, so she over explains,] I mean, there's definitely nothing wrong with being into it, I'm not sure I would want to go for someone that didn't like my boobs or something. [What a terrible comparison.]

Still, that's a special kind of asshole. [And apparently if he's going to be competitive against dream robots, she's going to be protective.]

They never meant to antagonize me. As far as I'm aware, I'm not facing any unusual treatment--apparently people use dating sites for one night stands all the time...but I'm sure you could attest that I don't need a dating profile to score companionship for the night.

[He puts it so gingerly.]

On the opposite end, the prudes...well, calling them prude is kind of mean, but they expect me to reign in my libido...as if I could. Believe me, I've tried, and I quickly found out why my kind have such violent streaks.

I tried negotiating. You know--if they weren't willing to have sex that frequently, I could still find others. If they didn't want me sleeping around, they could actively help me out. It's just...

[He inhales sharply through his teeth.]

Sexual incompatibility. That's all. No one's fault.

[One long, self-conscious beat later...]

Sorry about the rant. It's...just frustrating.

[While she listens Nariko sinks further into the bath, up to the height of her chin, just before her ears.] Don't apologize, it kind of sounds like you needed to get it out, and there's nothing wrong with that.

[He really does seem like a nice guy, blessedly sane and grounded, so she doesn't mind lending an ear, it's the least she can do for what he's given her. But she does reach around to find his exfoliant and put it to good use.] No one gets to pick and choose what they like about a person, I can't think of any relationship that exists without compromise, that's just - [She makes a gesture, but he's still at the sink, right? So he probably doesn't see.] It's bullshit. People are allowed to be different, and they're supposed to be adult enough to find common ground! Especially with someone they might want to make an actual life with, sex included.

[Judging by the slightly heated tone of her voice she has some feelings about the subject as well.]

People are just ridiculous, and even if it's no one's fault that doesn't make it any less painful to go through.

I think the way the market's designed--like shopping for the best auction listing--people think they can be picky buyers and not compromisers. Less work involved in a single failed date, I guess, than trying to work things out.

[He rolls into the bathroom shortly after, with her wet laundry on what is basically his lap. It's a little bit of a stretch from sitting, but he ties up a rope between a hook on the door and towel rod.]

Sounds like you've got a story of your own.

You only become stronger by working things out. [She sighs.] At least, that's what I always thought.

[But maybe she was wrong. Who could say. By the time he's made his way towards her she's mostly done, now she's just a little too lazy to force herself out.]

Everyone's got a story, that's part of the fun. [She notes what he's doing and then feels a little bad - of course a guy who lives in the sea won't have a washer and dryer. Oops.]

Mine's just boring. Chick meets guy, stays with him for nearly four years, chick gets dumped! The end.

Four years?

[Dude, don't worry about it. It's a bikini set and a cover-up. That's not even enough water to wash his face. He pins the garments to the line to dry.]

That's a long time, Noriko. People get married in less time than that.

[Come on, don't hold back all the juicy details after he just finished pouring out his heart.]

I know, I know. [That was the exact line she'd used in the penultimate argument. Four whole years. It'd taken her half of that to really pin down what she wanted, but it was a long time, right? She was still pretty young, and not in an egregious hurry, but ...]

It's just - I don't know. I never really pushed it up until now? I had to finish school, work kicked my ass for the first year, things are finally calming down so I thought now would be a good time to ... [It's almost like she hesitates to say the words, as if all men are going to be mentally scarred by them.] Think about buying something permanent, save some money, and start considering the possibilities of a tiny human that would have to incubate in my stomach for nine months.

[It's really all quite benign.] One of my best friends is actually getting married in a month. The whole thing started because I made a joke about looking at dresses with her.

[She huffs, rolls her eyes.] I felt so bad about it when I saw the look on his face, like I'd asked him to chop a third of his dick off.

[When he finishes pinning up her clothes, he stills, looking away from her but listening intently to what she's saying.

(Well, he thinks he's sitting still. Turns out that his tentacles like to fidget at the ends quite a bit.)

She had everything in the basket. Fought the good fight and got her feet on solid ground. What man wouldn't tie the knot with her after all that hard work, after all that time, being by her side through it all?

He kneads at his hands a little, letting out a frustrated huff. God, it's tempting, but is it appropriate? Too forward?

Oh, hell with it. He looks over his shoulder at her.]

Do you want to go on a date later this week?

[While it's a bit of a relief to get it all out in the open she feels kind of stupid. It's not like Christian was obligated to marry her no matter how much time they spent together, right? But the more she'd thought about it, the more terrible it had felt, the more she'd realized it was something she wanted. The guilt gnaws at her insides all the same, though. This is the feeling she had wanted to get away from, the indecision, the fear, the vague sense that maybe she fucked up and now it was time for her to suck up her pride and ask for him to come back.

All of that's interrupted by his huffing, it snaps her out of her spiraling thoughts. She's about to apologize for going on about herself when he ...

... Asks that.]

I - [He's asking her on a date after she told him all of that?] Yes!

[And she's agreeing despite having broken up with her boyfriend like a week ago.]

[He lets go of a breath he didn't realize he was holding, giving her a content smile. But date, date, that reminds him of something he's forgotten--]

Oh, right.

[He wheels himself out of the bedroom shortly to retrieve the menu for the BBQ place. Unsurprisingly, it's laminated, so there's no hesitation when he hands it over to her while she's still in the tub.]

Hope you're still hungry.

Yeah, definitely.

[She takes the menu, but she really can't see the words all too well. She's ... Got a date with a really hot guy. That she's already slept with! At least she knows he's good in bed.] Quick question, though.

[There's a full rack of ribs. She's definitely getting that. And, oh, baked potatoes!!!]

[Nonsense, she doesn't know how he is in bed. Only on sandy beaches. She hasn't even seen what's in his bedroom yet.]

Yeah? What's that?

Does this mean we're done having sex? [Is that maybe a thing they shouldn't do since they have a date?] Because I kind of thought we weren't entirely done with that? Or maybe some making out? After I literally eat an entire rack of ribs and a potato.

[She waves the menu a little, more idle than anything else.] Who am I kidding, I can't go that long without kissing.

[But if he's not cool with it then she'll understand.]

Nope. Not a big fan of societal conventions. Or changing the status quo, for that matter.

[He smirks.] After all, I need to make sure that I can bend you over all of my furniture. [Even though the way he has sex doesn't necessarily involve bending.

Without skipping a beat--] So is that what you want? The full rack of baby back and a potato? You can get another side.

Oh yes, we should definitely be sure of that. [Really, any excuse is a good one as far as Nariko is concerned. Mostly she's just grateful that they don't have to go on an abstinence bent just because there are Other Things happening now. At the same time she's not in a hurry, though she is quite done with the bath. Everything she's used goes back in its exact location before she finds the tub's plug.]

Cole slaw. [Standing up carefully she starts to wring out her hair.] And you're cute but I don't trust myself to share, so go wild, I'm paying.

[She ... Doesn't exactly leave room for debate the fact, either. But he can try to insist otherwise if he's brave - or stubborn.]

[So maybe he's brave, but this is not the face of bravery. In fact, his expression turns instantly, almost comedically uncomfortable as soon as she makes the offer.]

Look, I...uh, appreciate the offer, but...I eat four times as much as a human does in one sitting, so...

[Don't....don't pay for a 200+ check all on your own, Noriko.]

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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.]

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