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You're fine! I'm more impressed that you caught my drift so quickly, that's all!
[She's had enough people make fun of her skin tone, outright insult it, and endlessly remind her that it's what separates her from her mother and brother - the literal black sheep. If the worst Boxer ever does is compare then he's a saint.]
Point stands: Nothing you could wear or want to wear is bad if it wouldn't be awful on its own. [She leans down to kiss his cheek.] Besides, if you're ever self-conscious about it, I'll wear something I'm nervous about and we can both worry about it together and still have a good time.
[She's had enough people make fun of her skin tone, outright insult it, and endlessly remind her that it's what separates her from her mother and brother - the literal black sheep. If the worst Boxer ever does is compare then he's a saint.]
Point stands: Nothing you could wear or want to wear is bad if it wouldn't be awful on its own. [She leans down to kiss his cheek.] Besides, if you're ever self-conscious about it, I'll wear something I'm nervous about and we can both worry about it together and still have a good time.
I rather play it safe than risk upsetting you. Some plan that was...
['Cause, you know, he ended up upsetting her anyway. Good going, champ. To match her strained look, he simply rests his elbow on the table, propping up his chin in his hand.
His tentacles have no choice now--they wrap around her legs and pull them apart. The two tentacles inside her align themselves against her inner sides, gaping her open so that her soaking wet, hot insides can feel the chill of the air for a while.]
Maybe we should come up with some communication tactic that won't get misunderstood in the heat of the moment...a kind of safe word.
['Cause, you know, he ended up upsetting her anyway. Good going, champ. To match her strained look, he simply rests his elbow on the table, propping up his chin in his hand.
His tentacles have no choice now--they wrap around her legs and pull them apart. The two tentacles inside her align themselves against her inner sides, gaping her open so that her soaking wet, hot insides can feel the chill of the air for a while.]
Maybe we should come up with some communication tactic that won't get misunderstood in the heat of the moment...a kind of safe word.
[Dead body...dead body...it's something pretty sobering, but he doesn't seem to recall her talking about this before. He takes the bottle of rum from her to take a swig of it before handing it back to her.]
Don't think this is a story you've told me yet.
Don't think this is a story you've told me yet.
Don't - linger!
[There's no sense in that, and they handled the issue as a whole, so he doesn't need to beat himself up!
Considering that she'd been making some pathetic attempt to brace on her legs and keep up the illusion of sitting down like a normal person, to have them spread apart is further disorienting.] 'Lemon' is a pretty good safe word.
[And being left - well, pulled open just makes her feel incomparably empty, and it's far from a pleasant sensation. It's hard to believe this is all his tentacles, that it's not his subconscious or something like that. She braces against the table and lets her head again a bit, trying and failing to gain some form of control over herself. It's not going to work, but it's fun to try.]
Best I've got. [But considering how often she likes sucking his dick or tentacles a solid gesture that means 'stop' might not be a bad idea by any means.]
[There's no sense in that, and they handled the issue as a whole, so he doesn't need to beat himself up!
Considering that she'd been making some pathetic attempt to brace on her legs and keep up the illusion of sitting down like a normal person, to have them spread apart is further disorienting.] 'Lemon' is a pretty good safe word.
[And being left - well, pulled open just makes her feel incomparably empty, and it's far from a pleasant sensation. It's hard to believe this is all his tentacles, that it's not his subconscious or something like that. She braces against the table and lets her head again a bit, trying and failing to gain some form of control over herself. It's not going to work, but it's fun to try.]
Best I've got. [But considering how often she likes sucking his dick or tentacles a solid gesture that means 'stop' might not be a bad idea by any means.]
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It's not one I like telling, or thinking about, or acknowledging as real.
[She takes the bottle back and stares at the rim for a good few seconds. Just - do it one go, it's like ripping a band-aid off, right? So she drinks, lets it burn, and then coughs out:]
My dad is - he died. I saw him. Die.
[There.]
[She takes the bottle back and stares at the rim for a good few seconds. Just - do it one go, it's like ripping a band-aid off, right? So she drinks, lets it burn, and then coughs out:]
My dad is - he died. I saw him. Die.
[There.]
What, not much of a fashionista?
[Which actually suits her pretty well. No offense, but she wouldn't want to date someone more fashionable than herself, anyway. Still, who goes through their whole closet quickly? ... It'd probably take fifteen years for her to go through her entire wardrobe.]
[Which actually suits her pretty well. No offense, but she wouldn't want to date someone more fashionable than herself, anyway. Still, who goes through their whole closet quickly? ... It'd probably take fifteen years for her to go through her entire wardrobe.]
It's okay, I'm just digging on myself.
[As he is apt to do.
Nariko doesn't have to worry about the discomfort for too long, because one unique and familiar tentacle shoves itself with a rather significant amount of force and without any warning deep inside of her, taking up what space he'd made for himself and then some. He lets out a relaxed sigh as he further buries himself inside of her.]
Lemon, huh...
[He takes a sip of his lemonade. Relevant!]
[As he is apt to do.
Nariko doesn't have to worry about the discomfort for too long, because one unique and familiar tentacle shoves itself with a rather significant amount of force and without any warning deep inside of her, taking up what space he'd made for himself and then some. He lets out a relaxed sigh as he further buries himself inside of her.]
Lemon, huh...
[He takes a sip of his lemonade. Relevant!]
[He's actually quite a bit of a fashionista, honestly, as much as he is fashion-aware. It's just that he spends a lot of money on clothes, and not necessarily due to quantity.]
Look at me, Nariko. You don't exactly get my size off the rack unless it's a mumu.
[And he ain't gonna wear a goddamn mumu.]
If I want any clothes that even remotely fit, I have to get them bespoke.
Look at me, Nariko. You don't exactly get my size off the rack unless it's a mumu.
[And he ain't gonna wear a goddamn mumu.]
If I want any clothes that even remotely fit, I have to get them bespoke.
Ahh!
[Yeah, there wasn't any controlling herself there, if they haven't attracted some stares then they must have some now. Or they aren't, hell, she'll enjoy it either way. Half the world could be watching and she wouldn't begin to object to it.
She actually thought of the word because there's nothing sexier than the irritation that comes with tasting pure lemon - it's got to be one of the least sexy things in the world.
She was going to tell him to not do the digging on himself thing but she can't remember to, now, she'll have to remember to tell him later.]
Christ, s'good you're - holding me.
[Because if he wasn't she'd have fallen flat on her ass, her knees were so shaky.] S-Still it's - nice. I like it.
[That he's - or at least some part of him! - is being demanding of her. It's weirdly comforting.]
[Yeah, there wasn't any controlling herself there, if they haven't attracted some stares then they must have some now. Or they aren't, hell, she'll enjoy it either way. Half the world could be watching and she wouldn't begin to object to it.
She actually thought of the word because there's nothing sexier than the irritation that comes with tasting pure lemon - it's got to be one of the least sexy things in the world.
She was going to tell him to not do the digging on himself thing but she can't remember to, now, she'll have to remember to tell him later.]
Christ, s'good you're - holding me.
[Because if he wasn't she'd have fallen flat on her ass, her knees were so shaky.] S-Still it's - nice. I like it.
[That he's - or at least some part of him! - is being demanding of her. It's weirdly comforting.]
[Let her cough in all of her ungraceful glory because holy shit that was a bad idea and now she's regretting it.]
Yeah - yes! [Okay, maybe it's time to lay off on the booze.]
'm fine.
[There might be a patch of her throat that's incredibly pissed at her but it takes a foot of dick on a nearly daily basis, it can power through just fine.]
Yeah - yes! [Okay, maybe it's time to lay off on the booze.]
'm fine.
[There might be a patch of her throat that's incredibly pissed at her but it takes a foot of dick on a nearly daily basis, it can power through just fine.]
To be fair, mumus are horrible on everyone. Even I can't wear a mumu.
[Mumus are a bad idea, okay.]
That makes sense. [.... It makes sense but she doesn't necessarily agree, it seems to her that it's something he might feel kind of awkward about and that's why he's limited. That, and again - dude patrols the water, it's not worthwhile to have too many clothing options, but you can't live your life on those terms!
But now she knows what to get him for Christmas!]
What you're really telling me is that if I get you a shirt it should definitely be blue. For whenever you have to pass through the administrative building, y'know.
[Mumus are a bad idea, okay.]
That makes sense. [.... It makes sense but she doesn't necessarily agree, it seems to her that it's something he might feel kind of awkward about and that's why he's limited. That, and again - dude patrols the water, it's not worthwhile to have too many clothing options, but you can't live your life on those terms!
But now she knows what to get him for Christmas!]
What you're really telling me is that if I get you a shirt it should definitely be blue. For whenever you have to pass through the administrative building, y'know.
[Don't shame lemon fetishists, Nariko.]
Mmh...you're super tight today.
[He says, having shoved three fat tentacles up there. Of course, she's always gonna feel sublime to him, since she can actually take this load like it's nothing.
...and it's really winding him up, just seeing her get fucked, in public, with her clothes still on. Why haven't they done this clothed sex thing yet? It's awesome. He shoves more of his gold tentacle into her, doubling up on it from within, careful to aim the end of it well deep inside of her to minimize the already out of hand mess. For all of his precum-drooling, he's trying to keep it all inside of her--
but here comes the food. Reminiscent of their first night together, isn't it? His tentacles come to a rest when he sees the waiter headed in their direction, keeping the invading tentacles still so to avoid embarrassing their waiter with making their shenanigans too obvious.]
Mm, it looks delicious. Thank you.
Mmh...you're super tight today.
[He says, having shoved three fat tentacles up there. Of course, she's always gonna feel sublime to him, since she can actually take this load like it's nothing.
...and it's really winding him up, just seeing her get fucked, in public, with her clothes still on. Why haven't they done this clothed sex thing yet? It's awesome. He shoves more of his gold tentacle into her, doubling up on it from within, careful to aim the end of it well deep inside of her to minimize the already out of hand mess. For all of his precum-drooling, he's trying to keep it all inside of her--
but here comes the food. Reminiscent of their first night together, isn't it? His tentacles come to a rest when he sees the waiter headed in their direction, keeping the invading tentacles still so to avoid embarrassing their waiter with making their shenanigans too obvious.]
Mm, it looks delicious. Thank you.
[With a smirk:] Planning to show off your new monster-toy to your coworkers?
[Aaaaand then the smirk fades when he realizes how far up her office is. He quietly panics at the thought. He quickly hides his sobering thought with an aside:]
If you're taking suggestions, I could use a black shirt. Maybe a snug polo. [You know, for showing off the guns while looking semi-professional.]
[Aaaaand then the smirk fades when he realizes how far up her office is. He quietly panics at the thought. He quickly hides his sobering thought with an aside:]
If you're taking suggestions, I could use a black shirt. Maybe a snug polo. [You know, for showing off the guns while looking semi-professional.]
[Lemon fetishists can do as they please, she will even provide them with lemons! But that doesn't mean they're sexy to her.
It's not nothing at all! It's goddamn heaven, and pretty much always has been. And who knows why they haven't, it was probably a timing thing. It's a running theme, along with food serving as an interruption and despite the near violent shocks of pleasure rocking through every end of her she smiles.]
For once, I can't think about food!
[It's a miracle.]
It's not nothing at all! It's goddamn heaven, and pretty much always has been. And who knows why they haven't, it was probably a timing thing. It's a running theme, along with food serving as an interruption and despite the near violent shocks of pleasure rocking through every end of her she smiles.]
For once, I can't think about food!
[It's a miracle.]
Eat your food, Nariko. Don't want it to get cold.
[Sorry, what was that about 'demanding'? The look on his face is nothing if not entirely devious--he knows exactly what he's doing, and until she's calling lemons, he's not going to go easy on her. And, hey, it's not like he's actively fucking her! He's just letting his tentacles chill.
Look! He's eating too! Just pick up the fork and, mm, look at these yummy pot stickers. Watch Boxer eat them slowly for her like they're part of an oral fixation presentation.]
[Sorry, what was that about 'demanding'? The look on his face is nothing if not entirely devious--he knows exactly what he's doing, and until she's calling lemons, he's not going to go easy on her. And, hey, it's not like he's actively fucking her! He's just letting his tentacles chill.
Look! He's eating too! Just pick up the fork and, mm, look at these yummy pot stickers. Watch Boxer eat them slowly for her like they're part of an oral fixation presentation.]
No, it's - I have to.
[It's only right, because it would be horrible to get years into it all and have it come out, to maybe have her intentions doubted.]
My parents were a mess, and I don't want to be a mess. I don't want to be a shitty wife, and I don't want to be an abusive, horrible excuse of a mother, either. I want a family in part because my own was a disaster, and that's - It's not the whole reason, but it's a big enough part that I can't not tell you.
[The alcohol is really settling in her because her thoughts are scattered and her voice is starting to lilt.] Even if it's a part of it, the more important one is that I love you and I don't feel like a fuck up when I'm with you, I can't ever imagine not loving you or doing anything horrible on purpose, okay?
[It's a very bad idea to drink quickly.]
[It's only right, because it would be horrible to get years into it all and have it come out, to maybe have her intentions doubted.]
My parents were a mess, and I don't want to be a mess. I don't want to be a shitty wife, and I don't want to be an abusive, horrible excuse of a mother, either. I want a family in part because my own was a disaster, and that's - It's not the whole reason, but it's a big enough part that I can't not tell you.
[The alcohol is really settling in her because her thoughts are scattered and her voice is starting to lilt.] Even if it's a part of it, the more important one is that I love you and I don't feel like a fuck up when I'm with you, I can't ever imagine not loving you or doing anything horrible on purpose, okay?
[It's a very bad idea to drink quickly.]
Suggestions are always welcome, and I wholly approve of you in polos.
[And definitely black shirts that'll hug him juuust right.
But is he really going to be okay with the latter part of their date if just mentioning her work space puts that look on his face? She's legitimately concerned now!] I'd introduce you to my coworkers but they'd tell you every embarrassing thing I've ever done, like that time I skinned my knee at a sight because I didn't realize the flooring wasn't done, and I showed up in eight inch heels.
[To be fair, she'll still do that now - she just makes absolutely sure to never trip.] I'll happily introduce you after I tape their mouths or threaten them to avoid total mortification.
[And definitely black shirts that'll hug him juuust right.
But is he really going to be okay with the latter part of their date if just mentioning her work space puts that look on his face? She's legitimately concerned now!] I'd introduce you to my coworkers but they'd tell you every embarrassing thing I've ever done, like that time I skinned my knee at a sight because I didn't realize the flooring wasn't done, and I showed up in eight inch heels.
[To be fair, she'll still do that now - she just makes absolutely sure to never trip.] I'll happily introduce you after I tape their mouths or threaten them to avoid total mortification.
[He takes a hand off of his controller and takes his arm--the one around her waist--so that he can take her hand in his own, gently running his thumb over the back of her hand.]
That's fair. I mean--one of my reason's kind of similar, right? I want a family because I never had one. And neither of us are perfect, but...that's why we're perfect for each other.
[A pause. The sequence of ideas is a little...alarming, now that he thinks about it for a second.]
Did...did your mom kill him...?
That's fair. I mean--one of my reason's kind of similar, right? I want a family because I never had one. And neither of us are perfect, but...that's why we're perfect for each other.
[A pause. The sequence of ideas is a little...alarming, now that he thinks about it for a second.]
Did...did your mom kill him...?
If you're worried about embarrassing stories like scraped knees then I might be the one you need to threaten into silence.
[He finishes off his crepe and slouches back into his seat with a relaxed sigh. He's actually somewhat full and completely content right now! It's nice.]
I mean--face it, we've already done so many scandalous things. [And in one night, too!]
Oh, forgot to mention. I was kinda sad that you left so early that morning--I was planning on making breakfast for you. Want a raincheck on that?
[He finishes off his crepe and slouches back into his seat with a relaxed sigh. He's actually somewhat full and completely content right now! It's nice.]
I mean--face it, we've already done so many scandalous things. [And in one night, too!]
Oh, forgot to mention. I was kinda sad that you left so early that morning--I was planning on making breakfast for you. Want a raincheck on that?
[That sounds an awful lot like an order, and the part of her that wants to be a brat is nothing compared to her apparent desire to obey. She pouts at him a bit and, with an incredibly unsteady hand, she tries reaching for her plate first and then a pot sticker because he doesn't get to just make them look good and weirdly sexy like that!!!]
Y-Yes, sir. [There's a little hint of attitude in there but there has been no lemon calling, so she's hoping he knows it's not anything at all.
Even though it's just basically taking residence in her cunt there's still the anticipation, the sense that it might move soon and the resulting desire for it. Patience isn't her virtue when it comes to sex.]
Y-Yes, sir. [There's a little hint of attitude in there but there has been no lemon calling, so she's hoping he knows it's not anything at all.
Even though it's just basically taking residence in her cunt there's still the anticipation, the sense that it might move soon and the resulting desire for it. Patience isn't her virtue when it comes to sex.]
["Sir?" Ohoho...he likes the sound of that, even if there's an uppity little twinge to it.]
Good girl.
[And as she eats, the activity starts back up again, giving her a proper fuck while he just sits there and eats like nothing unusual is happening under the table. The moment she stops eating, though, he stops the movement until she eats again.
This is what we call classical conditioning, folks.]
Good girl.
[And as she eats, the activity starts back up again, giving her a proper fuck while he just sits there and eats like nothing unusual is happening under the table. The moment she stops eating, though, he stops the movement until she eats again.
This is what we call classical conditioning, folks.]
[When he holds her hands she relaxes, which is funny because Nariko wasn't entirely sure of when she'd tensed up so horribly in the first place. While he talks she makes sure to listen to his voice, to really take it in and accept it as something reliable, solid. It's calming to sort of ground herself in such a tiny way.
Of course his question threatens to unravel it, but at least he's saved her the trouble of saying it on her own.]
She did. They, ah, [Why is she tearing up? This is stupid. It's not something to cry about anymore.] they screamed at each other in the library and she just - just stabbed him with that stupid letter opener. [She always hated that thing. Who the fuck used a letter opener? Pretentious shits like her mom.] Twenty-nine times.
[Her free hand presses at her forehead.] I just stood there. I just - I was useless, I hated her. I hate her. But I could have - I tried to, but it was. Y'know. No one can really make it through that, so I just. [Screamed and cried hysterically until one of their neighbors had the sense to call the police.] I just kept pushing at his throat and he just kept bleeding.
Of course his question threatens to unravel it, but at least he's saved her the trouble of saying it on her own.]
She did. They, ah, [Why is she tearing up? This is stupid. It's not something to cry about anymore.] they screamed at each other in the library and she just - just stabbed him with that stupid letter opener. [She always hated that thing. Who the fuck used a letter opener? Pretentious shits like her mom.] Twenty-nine times.
[Her free hand presses at her forehead.] I just stood there. I just - I was useless, I hated her. I hate her. But I could have - I tried to, but it was. Y'know. No one can really make it through that, so I just. [Screamed and cried hysterically until one of their neighbors had the sense to call the police.] I just kept pushing at his throat and he just kept bleeding.
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