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more krakenboxer shenanigans feat. nariko

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They have guest parking, but since you want to stay longer than twenty-four hours, you'll want a long-term parking pass. Just have to fill out some paperwork for you.

[He turns his head and unravels a tentacle from her to reach across the kitchen and pull open a drawer, rifling through it a little before pulling out a notepad and a pen. Boxer brings it back and "hands" them out to her.]

I'll need the number and make-model of your car.

[He's so glad to see her feeling a little bit better. They really do feed off of each other, don't they?]

[gunslingerqueen]

The complications of apartment living. If it costs anything just let me know, okay?

[But she isn't really upset about it, and she holds her last bite of flatbread in her mouth while she writes, she's got all the details memorized anyway, so might as well get it over with.] I almost feel like this is a step beneath buying a dog.

[It's kind of an idle joke to make as she hands the pad and pen back, and then shifts a little to sit sideways, that makes it a lot easier to kiss him.] You do realize that as soon as you're done, we're putting that couch to use and laying on it, right?

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Pfft. It's, like, two bucks. Covers printing the damn thing, probably.

[He stares at the notepad for a second when he takes it back from her, trying to decide where he wants to keep it so he'll remember where it is. In the end, though, he just places it on the kitchen table. Good enough place as any.]

I do like dogs. [Don't even suggest it, Nariko.

He starts on his third piece of flatbread.]

Oh, that's good. I was starting to think the only reason I bought that couch was to have sex on it. [Not...really.] You wanna watch or play anything?

[gunslingerqueen]

I'll give you two dollars worth of kisses on top of the usual, then! [So basically she has a conveniently thin excuse to her usual, affectionate self. And ... Huh, she's not entirely sure why but she kind of thought he might not like having a pet all that much, so it's a surprise to hear. But they're both incredibly busy and don't have time for something like that sooo, yeah! Not going to happen even if she'd really love to have one.]

Look, to be fair that's still a magic sex couch, let's not rule that out entirely. [She'll never get over how big it is, if she sits on it by herself she'd probably get lost in the thing!]

You were playing something when I got here, right? Don't let me interrupt you.

[He seemed like he was having fun, and while she doesn't enjoy video games too much she's perfectly fine with watching and enjoying her drink.

She might actually get around to talking about something important, too, once they're both moderately relaxed.]

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Ah, jeez. How many is that? What's the going rate for kisses these days?

[He has pets! His fish are pets!

He has another slice of Jan's--it'll probably be a while until they make it to the couch, given how much he eats and the rate at which he eats it. But he's super comfy for her, a big muscle and tentacle seat that she has plenty of room to stretch out.]

Yeah, just--an older Legend of Zaida game that I never got around to beating...

[He's no professional gamer but if she really doesn't mind watching...]

[gunslingerqueen]

Three small ones to last no longer than eight seconds, and one big one that either includes tongue or a full minute.

[At least she's specific. And he is very, very comfy, pretty much always has been.] I never imagined you were the gaming type.

[She hums a little pleasantly and tucks her head under his chin, carefully though, she's got a much better understanding of his sensitive anatomy and all that.] Hey.

[There's no easy way to get into it.] You're really great, you know that?

[Because he is.] I don't think I've known anyone who can cheer me up so damn easily, just by existing.

[n_ll]

Man. Inflation's been rough on the kissing industry.

[Very specific.]

I...happen to play games every so often. Does that make me a 'type'?

[Is this a good thing or a bad thi---oh, apparently it's a good thing. In response to her display of affection, his tentacles squeeze her legs gently. Boxer's all smiles.]

And here I thought you were here to cheer me up! [He leans in and gives her a few kisses in her hairline.]

Is there something you want to talk about?

[gunslingerqueen]

[She laughs, but it's a little thin.]

That's the thing, I am supposed to be here cheering you up.

[So, yes, she does. But it feels incredibly selfish to get into right now, and this isn't a quiet way of asking for validation to talk about it anyway. Boxer's got enough on his plate.]

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Come on.

[He gives her a gentle, affectionate nudge.]

Out with it. Didn't get you pregnant, did I?

[gunslingerqueen]

No, [That's not a funny topic and yet she ends up laughing.] seriously though, hats off to my birth control for withstanding the onslaught.

[She has no idea what she's going to do for the week it has to stay out but, uh, that's another conversation?] I swear you almost got through a few times there.

[See, this thing she's doing? It's called deflecting.]

[n_ll]

[It's not, but he meant it to be.

Yeah, he knows she's deflecting. But he figures he'll play along to steep her in a little comfort with their banter.]

I may or may not be trying to beat the odds.

[He's not, actually, he's just joking around.]

Something gave you a spook?

[gunslingerqueen]

[He gets a little snort out of her. This comfort-by-banter thing is working, namely because no one has really tried it yet, so there's no pre-made defense.]

If you actually pull it off, I'll have a law suit on my hands! I didn't go through the effort of getting it put in for it to fail under any circumstance.

[Although to be fair to most doctor's none of them could really plan for kraken boyfriend sex, which is pretty rough and tumble.]

No, nothing related to that, not that I enjoy those kinds of spooks very much.

[n_ll]

Oh, that's what you're using. I should've asked sooner, actually...

[Don't. Don't think about how fun the challenge would be to try to pull it out. Ew. Because that would be agonizing for Nariko.]

You wouldn't have any scares with that, would you? Still...

[He looks down at her midsection.]

You'd look so hot knocked up.

[gunslingerqueen]

[If Boxer had meant to pull her out of the doom and gloom of her own past and the overall situation then, wow, he pulled it off in huge spades judging by her shocked expression.]

No, I wouldn't! [And yet she bites her lip to keep a rather telling smile off of her face. That's not the kind of thing that should actually turn her on and yet it pretty much always has.] I'd be huge and moody and probably end up with triplets, if I've inherited the ridiculous fertility of every woman on my father's side of the family.

[Which, y'know, she has!]

It's bad enough that the first one apparently wasn't strong enough.

[So for as unsettling as it was? Yes, she's already had an Event concerning all that.]

[n_ll]

Triplets...

[He leans off to the side, eyes still trained on her midsection and making a big show of how he's imagining the bump on her that would come from carrying around such a big load.

He wouldn't do it if the idea had really horrified her, but he's gotten pretty good at reading her expressions even when she tries to hide them.]

[gunslingerqueen]

[Boxer is getting the girlfriend Look. The one that either means he's about to be reprimanded or applauded for something, the result will depend very heavily on how he answers the next question:]

Are you just teasing me again?

[Because .. If he's not ... Then ... It might not be so bad. Maybe.]

[n_ll]

When am I ever not teasing you?

[Let's be honest here.]

But I mean it, too. All of your curves are nothing less than sublime...suffice it to say you'll be killing it with another one.

[gunslingerqueen]

Point taken.

[But. Okay. That was a passable answer. You're now allowed to let your imagination go at its full speed, Boxer, not that her approval would really stop him one way or another.]

There'd be something else involved with that extra curve, you know.

[Namely the live being that would be incubating in there.]

[n_ll]

I know, I know...

[He sighs. Why you gotta sober the fantasy, Nariko?]

[gunslingerqueen]

[Mostly because she was watching his reaction to that particular aspect of it.]

Mm.

[What a middling response though, it could mean an awful lot of things at once, so there's no conclusive result!! Oh well. She settles back against him and ... Apparently doesn't feel the need to say anything else just yet! It's something that happens at times, though it doesn't mean she's without anything to say.]

[n_ll]

[That...silent response is unnerving.]

I mean--I want a family. Really do. But it seems irresponsible to start one just to live out a fetish.

[And then he realizes...]

Don't even know if we can breed, now that I think about it.

[gunslingerqueen]

[Alright, she can't lie and say that isn't a bit of a relief to hear! But she's sort of given him the wrong idea, here.]

No, you're right! It's more that the intoxicating part of it is, y'know. [This is silly, but all the same.] Knowing it's because of you. That they'd be yours. [Which makes ignoring the result difficult, it's part of the appeal for her.]

But you're right that it isn't a good reason to actually have any! [She's not having any kids or kraken kids or any offspring without being prepared, without knowing how the actual parental situation is going to work! That's just being responsible.]

Biology finds a way, I'd bet it's definitely possible. It might just be confusing and lacking references.

[n_ll]

Huh.

[So let him get this right...]

You'd like that? Having a big monster baby or two in your belly? [Actually, now that he thinks about it:] Or maybe a dozen kraken eggs?

[gunslingerqueen]

[Lay it all out there, Boxer.

She plays with her hair and her eyes wander a little, there's a big part of her that's visibly nervous but she wants to answer! Just - give her a second.]

Yes.

[She's never sounded so unquestionably shy with him, but it's worth it.] Certainly gotten off to it enough times for it to be the case.

[Granted, she's stopped masturbating as often if only because she doesn't need it anywhere near as much now, but there was that one time some weeks ago, when they'd sort of naturally had their own necessary pockets of space...]

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[Seeing her so shy, but brave enough to admit what she wants bad enough to masturbate to it...it makes his heart(s) swell. God, he's so in love with her. He places a hand on her stomach as if in promise, leaning in to plant a kiss on her temple.]

We'll do it, then. We'll plan on it.

[The word "plan" is a bit of a double entendre: he means actual planning and guided fantasies, walking her through it and probably simulating sensations with his tentacles.]