neverplaysfair | Game 013 [Voice/Action]

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Game 013 [Voice/Action] - "Triumphant" Return

[ The feed cuts in to the sound of coughing, and a very soft ] dammit [ before Joshua speaks into the journal, his voice somewhat hoarse and higher-pitched than usual. ]

Hanekoma, come get me. [ Mostly he just sounds exhausted. ]

[ Josh is sitting against a tree on the edge of the forest, staring at the mountains off in the distance, his journal in his lap. He looks younger... 10, maybe 12 at the oldest. He's covered in burn marks and bruises, and his clothes are completely ruffled and smattered with blood stains, not to mention a bit oversized due to him not being his usual stature. There's blood-stained bandages on his arms, and more hidden beneath his clothes. In other words, he's in bad shape.

Not to mention shivering. It's cold and snowing, and he's not dressed for the weather. ]

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[ He shifts to bury his face in the crook of Sanae's neck, maintaining the contact while he half-murmurs, ] Your fault for teasing me.

Probably.

[ That makes him tense a bit more, and turn his head involuntarily, stubble brushing against Joshua's cheek. ]

Outta my lap and go to sleep, Josh. Do your flirting in the morning. When you're not dying of blood loss.

Mmm, but I have you for now... [ He shifts a bit more of his weight onto Sanae, somewhat for the purpose of pushing him over backwards and down, but not entirely. ]

[ Sanae doesn't seem to realize what Josh is doing, just leans back a bit to take the guy's weight. You are not getting him on his back, Joshua. :| ]

And you'll have me again later. I'm not too great at fending you off, looks like.

[ Trying a little harder, then. ] But it took so long to get you here, why risk wasting my chance?

[ Okay, that 'not getting him on his back' thing? Was a lie. Hanekoma hasn't quite registered what's going on until his shoulders hit the mattress, and then his expression is nothing but deadpan wtf. ]

[ Victory~ Joshua pulls back from Sanae and smirks down at him, shifting to straddle him. The strength has mostly returned to his grip. Almost. ]

[ The thrum in the air picks up sharply, and there's a spike of power as his emotions flare. He plants his hands on the bed and does his best to sit up. ]

I said no, Joshua.

[ Okay, that wasn't any form of energy he could use, and he jolts sharply for an instant before regaining his composure. He doesn't actually have enough force to keep Sanae pinned. ]

You said "best night of your life".

[ Sanae only sits up halfway, frowning at the teenager straddling his lap. ]

I said "could," didn't I? Not "would." Not "will."

[ And Josh is just gonna leeean on him, fingers intertwining behind him. ]

Come on, Sanae. You know you're curious.

And just what am I curious about?

[ Josh gets a look for that one, but no significant resistance. ]

What it's like to sleep with me.

Not curious enough to try it.

[ Resisting. Resiiiiisting. This is a rather ruffled Hanekoma, trying to laugh it off. And trying to sit up a little more. ]

[ Well he's gonna sit up right into the Composer's waiting arms, because Josh ain't moving. ]

But you are curious.

Curious and interested are different things. I don't like men, Josh.

[ Which does not explain the reaction Joshua is getting from him right now, but damned if he'll so much as acknowledge that. ]

Are you sure about that? [ Just gonna snuggle a little deeper into his lap, and why yes he's now pressed right against a certain portion of Sanae's anatomy. Also, hello, there's a wing right by his hand, Josh will gently stroke a finger up that. ]

[ Hanekoma clenches his teeth against a sound he doesn't want to make, and that energy to his skin spikes again, tuned too high to be compatible with wounded Composers and their need for power boosts. He arches a little, involuntarily, against that hand on his feathers -- it feels strange, too-light and teasing, and it makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. This? Is a warning tone. ]

Joshua.

[ And Joshua startles, winces, draws his arms back like he's been burned, because he kind of has. It's a few moments before the remaining traces of power stop tingling on his skin, and while he looks up to match Hanekoma's gaze, he doesn't do anything to get close again. ]

Sanae?

[ He stays put, expression forced casual while he sorts things out. He shouldn't be... tempted, or interested, or even mildly affected by all this. But he is. And he doesn't like that. ]

Not tonight.

[ He seems to consider a moment. ]

Some other night?

[ This should not be getting a reaction out of him. He should be a good deal more uncomfortable about situation than this. The whole thing edges his vibe a bit higher, that thrum of energy threatening to rise back to painful levels. ]

Hopefully not.

[ That's heartfelt, at least. ]

You just keep tellin' yourself that, though, if it'll get you outta my lap.

But Sanae, you know I always press [ With a definite grind in his lap ] my advantages while I have them. If you don't promise me, how am I to know if I'll ever be presented with another opportunity? [ He giggles and leans as close as he dares, just enough to start feeling the edge of the power coming off his bare skin. ]

[ Yeah, that draws a noise from him, just a short little pleased-startled sound low in his throat. This voice is definitely a bit tighter than usual, strained: ]

Advantage? You'd pass out inside of five minutes. I'm not promising anything.

I could last longer than that. [ That's definitely a challenge. ]

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