[ we love murdergame. the characters do not. hung very much does not enjoy this, and it really stands against - everything, really, that he believes about right and wrong. he knows that's never black and white, that there are so many shades between, there always are - you can't grow up and live in a dystopic world without knowing that - but this.
this is different. they aren't meant to be judge, jury, and executioner on top of being heroes, villains, and all that mess. ]
Hard to not miss the attempt at advice, though.
[ weakly. but he relaxes when she boops up against his nose, even if it crinkles a little at first. ]
It's fine. Think I'm going to pass on volunteering to smell things the next time we have to do this, though, unless it's badly needed... [ still, she asks that, and...
... they're close like this. so. ] This is - you can definitely, absolutely say no, and I won't be offended. I'd actually get it, all things considered.
[ there's a long moment where she just pauses for a moment. something in her brain completely stalls out at the question, because the last time she'd been asked that, she'd just punched the guy straight in the jaw. back then, though, she didn't exactly have the means to communicate, so.
this is different. she's got a choice, and an easy vehicle to back out. she doesn't tense, her eyes just go a little distant, before she closes them and then— ]
[ she smiles and it feels too easy, she knows why. she's tired, it's easy to feel tired when he's around. like she doesn't have to keep her shoulders all that square anymore. she just presses closer, because like. how do you do this to a guy with a muzzle? lead the way?
her hands shift to just hold his jaw a little more softly. ]
[ comes back here to put a kiss on the kiss counter for everyone else's sake
hung waits for the response, because it's her choice. it's a tentative sort of thing, like realizing that three weeks of spending time together and trusting each other that could maybe grow into something else. but he doesn't want to jeopardize a friendship that they have, either. let her choose.
when she does, he huffs a little softly before he tips forward. it's not that difficult to kiss a guy with a muzzle - we are not thinking about the mechanics. it is a kiss, and it's soft and brief so that she can decide whether she wants to pursue another one or not. ]
this jeopardizes nothing, jolyne decides. there are bigger things in the world, and she knows her time is limited, all of theirs is if they don't figure out the rest of the rules of the game. for now, though, she casts that to the side and presses forward.
it really isn't all that weird, it's a kiss. she refuses to remember the last time she'd had one—instead overlapping blood and rain on asphalt with the warmth of his fur between her fingers and the weird fluttery feeling she remembers from last week, but better. less sickening, more warm, curling like a cat in her lap.
when it ends she looks at him, thumbs rubbing softly along his jaw again. ]
I... could go for another one.
[ she hasn't pulled that far back, just because she really doesn't want to. ]
[ i have two by some miracle "you combed through so much weird fanart" miracle
he's kissed before. terrans like him, and terrans that are more human seeming. it does take a little figuring out, but - it's not too different, in the long run. so he ]
Heh. [ his tail gives a slow swish, easygoing and content in the moment. it's complicated, in the grand scheme of things. someone is going to die tomorrow. more people are going to die every single week, until the end of the competition. they could wind up trapped here.
but this is good, and comfortable, and warm. it's a gentle touch on the side of his face, some of his fingers hooked against the back of her knee. jolyne is someone that he cares about a lot, and it's just so easy to. so it's also easy to close the space again, with a little - ] 'course I do.
[ - and kiss her again, fur and soft skin and warmth. ]
[ she can feel the shift of his hand against her leg, and she presses into it just a little more, helps him close the space and allows her eyes flutter shut.
she's not so much shy as she is cautious. but there's no need for caution that she feels in this moment, or in any moment she's spent with him despite the underlying pressure of each day that passes, building.
her lips curl into a warm smile just before they meet again, and it's like she can let the weight fall away, in kind she tries to give him the same, holding his face still, nails raking gently through his fur. ]
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this is different. they aren't meant to be judge, jury, and executioner on top of being heroes, villains, and all that mess. ]
Hard to not miss the attempt at advice, though.
[ weakly. but he relaxes when she boops up against his nose, even if it crinkles a little at first. ]
It's fine. Think I'm going to pass on volunteering to smell things the next time we have to do this, though, unless it's badly needed... [ still, she asks that, and...
... they're close like this. so. ] This is - you can definitely, absolutely say no, and I won't be offended. I'd actually get it, all things considered.
Can I kiss you?
1/2
this is different. she's got a choice, and an easy vehicle to back out. she doesn't tense, her eyes just go a little distant, before she closes them and then— ]
2/2
... Yeah. Sure you can.
[ she smiles and it feels too easy, she knows why. she's tired, it's easy to feel tired when he's around. like she doesn't have to keep her shoulders all that square anymore. she just presses closer, because like. how do you do this to a guy with a muzzle? lead the way?
her hands shift to just hold his jaw a little more softly. ]
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hung waits for the response, because it's her choice. it's a tentative sort of thing, like realizing that three weeks of spending time together and trusting each other that could maybe grow into something else. but he doesn't want to jeopardize a friendship that they have, either. let her choose.
when she does, he huffs a little softly before he tips forward. it's not that difficult to kiss a guy with a muzzle - we are not thinking about the mechanics. it is a kiss, and it's soft and brief so that she can decide whether she wants to pursue another one or not. ]
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this jeopardizes nothing, jolyne decides. there are bigger things in the world, and she knows her time is limited, all of theirs is if they don't figure out the rest of the rules of the game. for now, though, she casts that to the side and presses forward.
it really isn't all that weird, it's a kiss. she refuses to remember the last time she'd had one—instead overlapping blood and rain on asphalt with the warmth of his fur between her fingers and the weird fluttery feeling she remembers from last week, but better. less sickening, more warm, curling like a cat in her lap.
when it ends she looks at him, thumbs rubbing softly along his jaw again. ]
I... could go for another one.
[ she hasn't pulled that far back, just because she really doesn't want to. ]
If you wanted.
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he's kissed before. terrans like him, and terrans that are more human seeming. it does take a little figuring out, but - it's not too different, in the long run. so he ]
Heh. [ his tail gives a slow swish, easygoing and content in the moment. it's complicated, in the grand scheme of things. someone is going to die tomorrow. more people are going to die every single week, until the end of the competition. they could wind up trapped here.
but this is good, and comfortable, and warm. it's a gentle touch on the side of his face, some of his fingers hooked against the back of her knee. jolyne is someone that he cares about a lot, and it's just so easy to. so it's also easy to close the space again, with a little - ] 'course I do.
[ - and kiss her again, fur and soft skin and warmth. ]
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she's not so much shy as she is cautious. but there's no need for caution that she feels in this moment, or in any moment she's spent with him despite the underlying pressure of each day that passes, building.
her lips curl into a warm smile just before they meet again, and it's like she can let the weight fall away, in kind she tries to give him the same, holding his face still, nails raking gently through his fur. ]