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Ohh, good.
[He's honestly glad. He's kind of tired being out in public, so it'll be nice to have somewhere to land for a while.]
A wise decision.
[But the door they end up in front of, though...]
Hmm.
[He looks it over thoughtfully, before turning to Noriko.]
Would you mind helping me out of my pants?
[It's more like an excessively long skirt than it is pants but still.]
If my tentacles are free I could get in without any problem.
[He's honestly glad. He's kind of tired being out in public, so it'll be nice to have somewhere to land for a while.]
A wise decision.
[But the door they end up in front of, though...]
Hmm.
[He looks it over thoughtfully, before turning to Noriko.]
Would you mind helping me out of my pants?
[It's more like an excessively long skirt than it is pants but still.]
If my tentacles are free I could get in without any problem.
Pft! 24/7 availability.
[Somehow she gets that out with a deliriously pleased little giggle. Will he ever not be the king of one liners? Probably not. And for as gentle as Boxer (always) is there's a little bit of a sting with the movement of his fingers, maybe she pushed it just a little too quickly but worse things in life could happen!]
Cuddles.
[He's still got her in the air! Which makes it pretty hard to get her arms around his neck for hug/cuddling.]
[Somehow she gets that out with a deliriously pleased little giggle. Will he ever not be the king of one liners? Probably not. And for as gentle as Boxer (always) is there's a little bit of a sting with the movement of his fingers, maybe she pushed it just a little too quickly but worse things in life could happen!]
Cuddles.
[He's still got her in the air! Which makes it pretty hard to get her arms around his neck for hug/cuddling.]
Gimmie a sec.
[So demanding! Not really, cuddling is most definitely his next objective but he wants to get his fingers clean, which comes through a combination of licking them off and wiping them off with toilet paper. Then he puts her in his lap, perpendicular to his sitting position so he can support her back with his arm. His other arm grabs the blanket that shifted off his lap when the tentacles came out to play, wrapping both of them in a comfy little blanket-burrito of warm cuddles.]
There we go.
[So demanding! Not really, cuddling is most definitely his next objective but he wants to get his fingers clean, which comes through a combination of licking them off and wiping them off with toilet paper. Then he puts her in his lap, perpendicular to his sitting position so he can support her back with his arm. His other arm grabs the blanket that shifted off his lap when the tentacles came out to play, wrapping both of them in a comfy little blanket-burrito of warm cuddles.]
There we go.
[She'd worry about balancing a plate on him or something but that'd be about as difficult as keeping her phone on her boobs - ridiculously easy.]
I was kidding about that part! Saying nice things, I mean.
[She's trying him anyway, and since a piece (or maybe two, who knows) has been finished she sets the plate to one side while moving downward a bit. She hasn't figured out how this eating thing is going to work but that's why it's good to take things one step at a time.]
I was kidding about that part! Saying nice things, I mean.
[She's trying him anyway, and since a piece (or maybe two, who knows) has been finished she sets the plate to one side while moving downward a bit. She hasn't figured out how this eating thing is going to work but that's why it's good to take things one step at a time.]
Right, because I'd totally have a problem with that.
[Is it really not that bad? He doesn't seem very concerned with the door at all, so the best thing to do is what he says. Maybe she'll have to brace a little, especially in these heels, but she can pull at his arms or hold onto the chair itself or whatever he needs to pull this off. Of course before she does that she opens the actual door - with Boxer in front of it no one's going to try a single thing, after all.
So!! Time to get him inside!!]
[Is it really not that bad? He doesn't seem very concerned with the door at all, so the best thing to do is what he says. Maybe she'll have to brace a little, especially in these heels, but she can pull at his arms or hold onto the chair itself or whatever he needs to pull this off. Of course before she does that she opens the actual door - with Boxer in front of it no one's going to try a single thing, after all.
So!! Time to get him inside!!]
[Totally missed the opportunity to have her lick them! She hasn't met her tongue quota for the day by far! But oh well, when he's sufficiently cleaned up and she's positioned on his lap she curls herself inward a little, all smiles. The addition of the blanket just makes it even better.]
We're cuddling in a bathroom.
[Now, it's a very clean bathroom, to be fair! She can smell the faint hint of lysol! But still, there's something weirdly hilarious and fun about it.] You're great.
[Afterglow level: 8.5]
We're cuddling in a bathroom.
[Now, it's a very clean bathroom, to be fair! She can smell the faint hint of lysol! But still, there's something weirdly hilarious and fun about it.] You're great.
[Afterglow level: 8.5]
Like to think that I give you bits of positivity on the regular.
[And he does. He feeds off of positivity, and so does she. Such a vicious cycle.
It's probably two pieces, honestly. But his chest is broad and...somewhat flat, it's a little too built to call it that. All things considered, her cheesecake might be more stable sitting on his skin directly instead of on its plate.
Alternatively, she could make him stretch out his tentacles and make a flat surface on his mantle.]
[And he does. He feeds off of positivity, and so does she. Such a vicious cycle.
It's probably two pieces, honestly. But his chest is broad and...somewhat flat, it's a little too built to call it that. All things considered, her cheesecake might be more stable sitting on his skin directly instead of on its plate.
Alternatively, she could make him stretch out his tentacles and make a flat surface on his mantle.]
Don't get so excited. Not yet.
[It's rather simple, if a little unwieldy: he has her pull them down when he lifts himself up, bracing himself on the handles of his wheelchair. Easy enough. And he does make an interesting scene "walking" through her door, going at it with a crab side-walk as his tentacles hold him about three feet off the ground, a synchronized walk between them to get him through the door. It's a slow but smooth process.
After he's through, he settles to sit on the ground while he reaches outside the doorframe to pull his wheelchair in through the door, though he hasn't decided if he wants to get back on it or not just yet. Will it be able to navigate through her apartment...?]
[It's rather simple, if a little unwieldy: he has her pull them down when he lifts himself up, bracing himself on the handles of his wheelchair. Easy enough. And he does make an interesting scene "walking" through her door, going at it with a crab side-walk as his tentacles hold him about three feet off the ground, a synchronized walk between them to get him through the door. It's a slow but smooth process.
After he's through, he settles to sit on the ground while he reaches outside the doorframe to pull his wheelchair in through the door, though he hasn't decided if he wants to get back on it or not just yet. Will it be able to navigate through her apartment...?]
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Not for long.
[There will be plenty of opportunity to lick later. The day is still young. Very young.]
You're great too.
[Because he's got a magic trick to show her: mobile cuddling! She gets him, his arms, and the blanket and the warmth it carries, all to herself--while two chosen tentacles manipulate the bathroom doors and the wheels. They get to cuddle and tour! That do anything for the rating?]
Where to next, captain?
[There will be plenty of opportunity to lick later. The day is still young. Very young.]
You're great too.
[Because he's got a magic trick to show her: mobile cuddling! She gets him, his arms, and the blanket and the warmth it carries, all to herself--while two chosen tentacles manipulate the bathroom doors and the wheels. They get to cuddle and tour! That do anything for the rating?]
Where to next, captain?
[Well that's ... Interesting. Pretty much from beginning to end. Mostly she just feels a bit guilty that he does all the work himself, aside from the very beginning parts. But once he's actually in and got his chair settled firmly inside of her apartment the rest is smooth sailing! It's all smooth hardwood, the most trouble he would have is being in the kitchen, and that's mostly because he wouldn't have room to turn - it's a forward or backward entrance/exit there.
Nariko's apartment is ... Kind of standard, and it's mostly compromised of a living room, a tiny dining space, and the kitchen, which is has the sort of clean shine that comes with a complete lack of use. There are pictures of herself and her brother along the walls with one or two rare pieces of artwork she enjoyed - abstract, bright things that made her happy. It's a place that is somehow both warm and bright.]
So, this is it!
[The place is definitely small, and she can afford better but, eh, it's got that lived in quality for a reason.] But what you want to see is down here.
[Down the hallway, her bedroom and bathroom are on the right side, and her workspace is on the left.]
Nariko's apartment is ... Kind of standard, and it's mostly compromised of a living room, a tiny dining space, and the kitchen, which is has the sort of clean shine that comes with a complete lack of use. There are pictures of herself and her brother along the walls with one or two rare pieces of artwork she enjoyed - abstract, bright things that made her happy. It's a place that is somehow both warm and bright.]
So, this is it!
[The place is definitely small, and she can afford better but, eh, it's got that lived in quality for a reason.] But what you want to see is down here.
[Down the hallway, her bedroom and bathroom are on the right side, and her workspace is on the left.]
[It immediately shoots up to a 9.5!!
Excuse her while she gets nice and settled, and even double checks to make sure the blanket is covering as much of him is possible and logical. Once that's done, then she's ready to half-assedly guide them.] Gift shops! I still need a toothbrush. Or something like that.
[She just remembered to remember that she forgot something she needed, and gift shops are create places to get tacky souvenirs, and who doesn't love those?]
Excuse her while she gets nice and settled, and even double checks to make sure the blanket is covering as much of him is possible and logical. Once that's done, then she's ready to half-assedly guide them.] Gift shops! I still need a toothbrush. Or something like that.
[She just remembered to remember that she forgot something she needed, and gift shops are create places to get tacky souvenirs, and who doesn't love those?]
You do, which is why you don't have to put in anything extra.
[Though with the night this has ended up being, the things they've sort of worked through ... Maybe extra positivity wouldn't hurt, especially since she'll really believe everything he says. She's too happy and emotionally vulnerable to do anything else. Speaking of his tentacles she's very delicate about placing them before she leans over to get her food. First she takes a big bite before deciding that his chest is the destination. It's a good excuse to get her tongue all up in his specifics. ]
Don't spill it. [It's a little cold as she slides her strawberry cheesecake from the place to his skin, and while her hand sneaks much, much lower she bends forward to lick at the dollop of whip cream in the same moment that her fingers grace over his entrance again. This time she's not apologizing for it!]
[Though with the night this has ended up being, the things they've sort of worked through ... Maybe extra positivity wouldn't hurt, especially since she'll really believe everything he says. She's too happy and emotionally vulnerable to do anything else. Speaking of his tentacles she's very delicate about placing them before she leans over to get her food. First she takes a big bite before deciding that his chest is the destination. It's a good excuse to get her tongue all up in his specifics. ]
Don't spill it. [It's a little cold as she slides her strawberry cheesecake from the place to his skin, and while her hand sneaks much, much lower she bends forward to lick at the dollop of whip cream in the same moment that her fingers grace over his entrance again. This time she's not apologizing for it!]
[After taking a look around, he figures that it'd be easier to get around in his chair, so he hops on it. He's not wearing his "pants" anymore and he might look a little weird with just his suit top, but...he's pretty comfortable like this. He takes a look at one of the pictures of her and Nathan as he goes by it, giving it a soft, fond smile before Nariko calls out to him.]
Coming!
[Scoot scoot down the hall.]
Is this where the magic happens?
[Both senses of the word: work and play.]
Coming!
[Scoot scoot down the hall.]
Is this where the magic happens?
[Both senses of the word: work and play.]
[One wonders what he has to do to reach that coveted perfect 10.]
You got it.
[It's a leisurely little roll that they do to get to the shopping deck. Lo and behold, there's a little shop more like a quick-mart than a gift shop with toiletries, over the counter type medication, sunscreen and lotion, paper goods, and so on.]
Oh, this is perfect.
[The question is, how fancy does she get with her oral hygiene?]
You got it.
[It's a leisurely little roll that they do to get to the shopping deck. Lo and behold, there's a little shop more like a quick-mart than a gift shop with toiletries, over the counter type medication, sunscreen and lotion, paper goods, and so on.]
Oh, this is perfect.
[The question is, how fancy does she get with her oral hygiene?]
[Well, the play is in her bedroom, the work is where she leads him to. Her 'office' is ... An organized mess. It's the biggest room so it's comfortably wide so that her drafting table and chair are no big deal. There's a mess of different pens, pencils, rulers to one side, and on the other are stacks of boxes.]
More or less! Sorry it's a little bit of a wreck, I think you're the first person to come in here.
[Chris might have peeked in thinking she was here or something, but that doesn't exactly count. Going to one side, Nariko stands up on her tiptoes to ruffle in one of the boxes and pulls out .... What looks like a skeletal figure of a dog, all metal and exposed wiring.] I never finished the body, but this was going to be my sophomore project before I switched to architecture! His name is - was - Amadeus.
[Intimidating, right?]
More or less! Sorry it's a little bit of a wreck, I think you're the first person to come in here.
[Chris might have peeked in thinking she was here or something, but that doesn't exactly count. Going to one side, Nariko stands up on her tiptoes to ruffle in one of the boxes and pulls out .... What looks like a skeletal figure of a dog, all metal and exposed wiring.] I never finished the body, but this was going to be my sophomore project before I switched to architecture! His name is - was - Amadeus.
[Intimidating, right?]
[Before she does anything of the sort, he lifts his arms up over his head and folds them behind it, allowing his pectorals to hold a curvaceous flex for her to enjoy in whatever capacity she wishes...]
Still, it's never a bad time to remind you how perfect you are...not that you'd forget, of course...
[At least he's a little more expecting it this time, so it comes less of a surprise. He just gives her a knowing raised brow.]
Like the way your skin looks and feels, the way you keep your hair, the way you talk...not to mention you're the most amazing being I've ever met. Dexterity, brains, curves...and how hungry and talented your holes are.
Still, it's never a bad time to remind you how perfect you are...not that you'd forget, of course...
[At least he's a little more expecting it this time, so it comes less of a surprise. He just gives her a knowing raised brow.]
Like the way your skin looks and feels, the way you keep your hair, the way you talk...not to mention you're the most amazing being I've ever met. Dexterity, brains, curves...and how hungry and talented your holes are.
It's alright.
[Having no office of himself, he can...honestly understand why this place woud be so cluttered. It needs to be, for all those tools and quick references. He has to be careful, though, and he doesn't move much without making thoroughly sure that he's not going to knock over anything precariously balanced.
As for her little robo-dog, though...he's not really sure what to make of it. It sure is intimidating, but he doesn't feel like making that kind of comment on an unfinished project. One thing's for sure, though, he is fascinated by it.]
Amadeus, huh...? If you have time, you should finish him up! Looks like he wants some love.
[Having no office of himself, he can...honestly understand why this place woud be so cluttered. It needs to be, for all those tools and quick references. He has to be careful, though, and he doesn't move much without making thoroughly sure that he's not going to knock over anything precariously balanced.
As for her little robo-dog, though...he's not really sure what to make of it. It sure is intimidating, but he doesn't feel like making that kind of comment on an unfinished project. One thing's for sure, though, he is fascinated by it.]
Amadeus, huh...? If you have time, you should finish him up! Looks like he wants some love.
I guess, but even if I did, I'm not sure what I'd do with him.
[It's not a real dog that she'd have to feed, obviously! But she'd essentially finish it just to put it away again, and that sort of defeated the point, right? She shakes the limp frame before reaching back into the Boxes of the Past and tugging out a sketchbook.]
I had a lot of stuff like that planned, just sort of making it all for it's own sake, without an actual goal.
[And that's somewhat clear in each design she shows him, the sharp lines of various little robots contrast with her loopy handwriting.]
[It's not a real dog that she'd have to feed, obviously! But she'd essentially finish it just to put it away again, and that sort of defeated the point, right? She shakes the limp frame before reaching back into the Boxes of the Past and tugging out a sketchbook.]
I had a lot of stuff like that planned, just sort of making it all for it's own sake, without an actual goal.
[And that's somewhat clear in each design she shows him, the sharp lines of various little robots contrast with her loopy handwriting.]
[Who knows, but it probably involves buying her jewelry or something.]
Nice! [She'd expected something much, much smaller and ... Useless. But this is even better!] Do they have a battery operated one? Normal brushes aren't good enough. [Relatively fancy, in terms of oral hygiene.] While Boxer guides them she starts to grab the most random little items: Keychains, air fresheners, a little notebook, pens, etc.
They might be weighed down a little more before they can make it to the mouth aisle!
Nice! [She'd expected something much, much smaller and ... Useless. But this is even better!] Do they have a battery operated one? Normal brushes aren't good enough. [Relatively fancy, in terms of oral hygiene.] While Boxer guides them she starts to grab the most random little items: Keychains, air fresheners, a little notebook, pens, etc.
They might be weighed down a little more before they can make it to the mouth aisle!
[It cannot be said that Nariko doesn't possess confidence, because she does. Of course she does. But Nariko's far from infallible and she's never been very good at accepting the way other people see her. So when Boxer's description makes her flush and bite at her lip it's not the result of shitty confidence.
It's that the woman he describes just can't be her, that's all.]
I didn't even think you noticed how I keep my hair.
[She's only deflecting a little bit here, while steadily working her fingers inside of him, though by now it's well tread ground, so it won't take long to work up to one, two, and three fingers over a span of time.]
It's that the woman he describes just can't be her, that's all.]
I didn't even think you noticed how I keep my hair.
[She's only deflecting a little bit here, while steadily working her fingers inside of him, though by now it's well tread ground, so it won't take long to work up to one, two, and three fingers over a span of time.]
[He looks a little kicked when she shakes the frame. When she's digging into her boxes, he reaches out with his tentacles and takes the almost robo-dog from her to put it in his lap, petting it like it could feel it while he looks over her doodled projects.]
You could patent these guys and sell them as toys...but if you didn't want to put in that kind of work, you could just make them for fun.
[Damn it, even her handwriting is cute. And she's great at drawing, too. How did he find someone so talented by chance?]
You could patent these guys and sell them as toys...but if you didn't want to put in that kind of work, you could just make them for fun.
[Damn it, even her handwriting is cute. And she's great at drawing, too. How did he find someone so talented by chance?]
[Electric toothbrush, fancy? Nonsense. He uses one! Mostly because plain plastic ones aren't big enough to get his farthest teeth. Gotta keep those razor-sharps clean!]
Hope so.
[He doesn't mind the extra goodies, because they're useful! ...except the keychains, that one's kinda lost on him. And air fresheners...? He leers at them warily.]
...Do you think it smells in our room?
Hope so.
[He doesn't mind the extra goodies, because they're useful! ...except the keychains, that one's kinda lost on him. And air fresheners...? He leers at them warily.]
...Do you think it smells in our room?
[Of course it's her. It could only be her, in the way that she manifests in his mind.]
Are you kidding? I love your hair. I know how much work you put into it, and it always shows. --Mmh...!
[God it feels good to have her in him like this. It's like she can soothe him from the outside and in...]
Are you kidding? I love your hair. I know how much work you put into it, and it always shows. --Mmh...!
[God it feels good to have her in him like this. It's like she can soothe him from the outside and in...]
[To be fair drawing was very much a learned discipline, and she failed technical drawing two times before she became any good at putting her thoughts into an image. The handwriting, though, has always been cute!]
You think kids would want them? [She pulls out another little creation, it's shaped like a floppy starfish.] Maybe they could be sort of educational, or work like little protectors? Freak out and make noises if certain creepy phrases are used ...
[Just make them for fun, huh? She couldn't help thinking that was something of a waste, and maybe a bit lonely. What was the sense in making anything if you couldn't give it purpose?] I guess it wouldn't really hurt, and if nothing else I can show them to you now.
You think kids would want them? [She pulls out another little creation, it's shaped like a floppy starfish.] Maybe they could be sort of educational, or work like little protectors? Freak out and make noises if certain creepy phrases are used ...
[Just make them for fun, huh? She couldn't help thinking that was something of a waste, and maybe a bit lonely. What was the sense in making anything if you couldn't give it purpose?] I guess it wouldn't really hurt, and if nothing else I can show them to you now.
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