Gonna be honest...I didn't mean to tuck you in like that. I was just going to lay you down and throw the comforter over you, but I lost control of myself..
[Because that's the thing a monster does when he loses control. He tucks in cute women. But right now, he has some sweet bean paste to attend to! And also steaming some spinach. Then he'll work on stuffing and folding some of those dumplings and arranging them to fry them up.]
I think that's a great way to lose control. I mean, obviously I can roll up in my blankets but it's not the same as when someone else does it.
[She has no idea how he loses control over that, but she doesn't feel a need to question it. That sweet bean paste? Yeah, she finds a little corner of that to swipe onto her finger and eat. Pre-cooking taste testing is vital!]
[It's not like he has some kind of monster instinct that took over. It's much cuter than that: he lost control of himself because she was so damn cute that he couldn't help but wrap her up nice and tightly and protectively!!
...okay maybe there was a little monster factor in there.
He chuckles when she samples the paste.]
You like it? It's supposed to be a filling but I like it as a side.
[He would really have to sit her down and explain that because when she thinks about his instincts it's like ... To eat or hunt or sleep ... Nothing that wouldn't stray too far from human instincts. That has a lot to do with her perspective, but why would any living thing have an instinct to bundle another thing up tightly?
As for whether she likes it or not: He gets an approving food moan, at first.]
I could eat a bowl of it. [But it'll probably be even better as a filling.] How was I lucky enough to meet such a talented, sweet guy?
[Who takes care of her like she's ... Valuable or something.]
But to answer her question, he doesn't actually know, but if he thinks about it for a while he'll realize that he was projecting the comfort he gets from being in tight spaces onto her. Plus, humans swaddle their babies for that reason, right? ...Right?]
Because you were one of the few brave souls that dared to encroach on a dangerous monster's territory. [Now he's peppering the side of her face with kisses.] Well-marked territory at that.
[Maybe so they don't, like, roll over and die or something??? Yes, there was probably a reason but she would have to google it for the smart explanation.]
High risk, high gain? [She barely gets the words out before she's half-descending into a fit of giggles.] You know I was almost really concerned that I was going to get eaten there.
[Wait for it, Boxer.] Instead I was devoured, and I haven't regretted it since.
[Because she doesn't want a life that doesn't include Boxer. She sneaks in a little peck to his cheek before transferring herself from his comfy lap to the table. There's still a series of little pinpricks that edge along her lower stomach but there's delicious food along the way - she can withstand nearly anything for that.]
Do you have to go to work later? [She's thinking of his evening go around the bay.]
[He's taking out two plates and starting to portion out what's already done, like the veggies and the bean paste. He glances up at the clock for a second.]
Maybe sometime in the next three hours. Before it gets too dark.
[It's already kind of dark, given the downpour...so he doesn't sound entirely committed to the time frame.]
[And, really, she isn't upset about it, the hormones are just making her clingy and needy, and it turns out he's incredible at taking care of people - which is only making her selfish. But without Boxer something awful might happen, she only has to remind herself of that before her senses come back.]
Just water. [It comes out 'juswater!!!!' because she barely waits until he's set the plate down to go for the veggies.]
[Icewater it is! He fetches it for her before he sets his own plate and sits at his part of the table, bringing a glass of iced tea he made earlier with him.]
Let me know if you want seconds.
[He knows how to cook for the both of them these days: in excessive excess.]
[Not right now, of course, but good god she's starving! It's as if she hasn't eaten for the entire weekend of her bloody rollercoaster. The dumplings earn an appreciate groan of pure, food related joy. The dough with the sweet paste and how it all meshes together is just perfection.]
I have to learn how to make these. [They would be great for taking to work as a midday snack, assuming they could keep well enough throughout the day.]
So, I've kind of been wanting to ask ... [Contemplative pause for dramatic effect goes here.] What made you want to try and sleep with a girl on her period, anyway?
[They are both very kinky but even Nariko had never considered it, or was otherwise made aware that it just wasn't an option.]
[He kind of...gives her a side-eye when she says she wants to learn how to make them. He's a much more experienced chef than she is, and even these end up being a little too involved for his tastes. Workable, yes, but involved.
As for her question, however, he nearly chokes on his food, then clears his throat. How should he put this...?]
[That's probably true, but as previously discussed, she can't expect him to make them for her, and she's trying to eat out a little less. It really isn't fair to rely on him so much for every bit of homemade food. She's going to be twenty-five years old in a few months. It's time to learn how to cook.
But they move along quite easily and she actually stops eating for a second, fork paused mid-air.]
Wait, so that's ... It like .... [Just give her an extra second to fumble.] There's a, uh, reaction?
[For however much it may count she doesn't seem grossed out, just very surprised.]
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... Oh.
[She leans back against his chest.] Boxer, you're a really great guy.
[But also try to avoid wondering too much, maybe.]
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[Not that he's bragging. Boxer never brags.
(He's totally bragging.)
One of the timers goes off in the kitchen.]
Speaking of which...
[Time to wheel both of them out there!]
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[This is like .... wingman bragging or something. His cooking is good enough for bragging and she should know it and feel inspired to brag!
But while he wheels Nariko settles against him a bit more.]
Thank you for everything. I don't think anyone's tucked me into bed that lovingly since I was a little kid.
[And he's also very clearly washed her, too. That someone would go to such lengths to take care of her feels amazing.]
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Gonna be honest...I didn't mean to tuck you in like that. I was just going to lay you down and throw the comforter over you, but I lost control of myself..
[Because that's the thing a monster does when he loses control. He tucks in cute women. But right now, he has some sweet bean paste to attend to! And also steaming some spinach. Then he'll work on stuffing and folding some of those dumplings and arranging them to fry them up.]
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I think that's a great way to lose control. I mean, obviously I can roll up in my blankets but it's not the same as when someone else does it.
[She has no idea how he loses control over that, but she doesn't feel a need to question it. That sweet bean paste? Yeah, she finds a little corner of that to swipe onto her finger and eat. Pre-cooking taste testing is vital!]
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...okay maybe there was a little monster factor in there.
He chuckles when she samples the paste.]
You like it? It's supposed to be a filling but I like it as a side.
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As for whether she likes it or not: He gets an approving food moan, at first.]
I could eat a bowl of it. [But it'll probably be even better as a filling.] How was I lucky enough to meet such a talented, sweet guy?
[Who takes care of her like she's ... Valuable or something.]
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But to answer her question, he doesn't actually know, but if he thinks about it for a while he'll realize that he was projecting the comfort he gets from being in tight spaces onto her. Plus, humans swaddle their babies for that reason, right? ...Right?]
Because you were one of the few brave souls that dared to encroach on a dangerous monster's territory. [Now he's peppering the side of her face with kisses.] Well-marked territory at that.
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High risk, high gain? [She barely gets the words out before she's half-descending into a fit of giggles.] You know I was almost really concerned that I was going to get eaten there.
[Wait for it, Boxer.] Instead I was devoured, and I haven't regretted it since.
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Om nom nom.
[You asked for it, missy!]
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[She can barely make it through that without dissolving into a fit of giggles.]
Someone save me! Or maybe don't, ever!
[You can see how one might accuse her of sending mixed signals.]
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[He places a few kisses in her hairline before wheeling over to the dinner table.]
Make yourself a seat. Dinner's almost done.
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[Because she doesn't want a life that doesn't include Boxer. She sneaks in a little peck to his cheek before transferring herself from his comfy lap to the table. There's still a series of little pinpricks that edge along her lower stomach but there's delicious food along the way - she can withstand nearly anything for that.]
Do you have to go to work later? [She's thinking of his evening go around the bay.]
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[He's taking out two plates and starting to portion out what's already done, like the veggies and the bean paste. He glances up at the clock for a second.]
Maybe sometime in the next three hours. Before it gets too dark.
[It's already kind of dark, given the downpour...so he doesn't sound entirely committed to the time frame.]
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Will you tuck me in on the couch before you go, though?
[Please wrap up the fully grown woman again, Boxer.]
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[And the timer for the dumplings goes off. He goes to stop the timer and fish out the dumplings to put on her plate, then puts it in front of her.]
But I can make sure that you feel safe before I leave. What do you want to drink?
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[And, really, she isn't upset about it, the hormones are just making her clingy and needy, and it turns out he's incredible at taking care of people - which is only making her selfish. But without Boxer something awful might happen, she only has to remind herself of that before her senses come back.]
Just water. [It comes out 'juswater!!!!' because she barely waits until he's set the plate down to go for the veggies.]
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Let me know if you want seconds.
[He knows how to cook for the both of them these days: in excessive excess.]
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[Not right now, of course, but good god she's starving! It's as if she hasn't eaten for the entire weekend of her bloody rollercoaster. The dumplings earn an appreciate groan of pure, food related joy. The dough with the sweet paste and how it all meshes together is just perfection.]
I have to learn how to make these. [They would be great for taking to work as a midday snack, assuming they could keep well enough throughout the day.]
So, I've kind of been wanting to ask ... [Contemplative pause for dramatic effect goes here.] What made you want to try and sleep with a girl on her period, anyway?
[They are both very kinky but even Nariko had never considered it, or was otherwise made aware that it just wasn't an option.]
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Should have said 'when'.
[He kind of...gives her a side-eye when she says she wants to learn how to make them. He's a much more experienced chef than she is, and even these end up being a little too involved for his tastes. Workable, yes, but involved.
As for her question, however, he nearly chokes on his food, then clears his throat. How should he put this...?]
Um.
[How should he put this politely?]
The word 'bloodlust' is not so...figurative.
[Yeah, that'll do.]
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But they move along quite easily and she actually stops eating for a second, fork paused mid-air.]
Wait, so that's ... It like .... [Just give her an extra second to fumble.] There's a, uh, reaction?
[For however much it may count she doesn't seem grossed out, just very surprised.]
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...exciting.
[Not necessarily sexually. Sometimes it can be, though, so he tries to explain it in the broadest way possible.]
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[But, yeah, the way he says that doesn't imply sexuality all so that's ... Good? Sort of? Or something.]
Wait, so, does that mean you're aware of it? [Aaaaannnddd here comes the look of pure horror:]
Do I smell gross to you?!
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[C'mon, Nariko, why would he ever describe something that excites him as gross?]
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