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round 5

the truth is, everyone wishes to be saved.

The execution has come and passed with the death of two more Agents. However time moves on without cease and so must the living. There are no celebrations, only the silence that grows heavier and heavier with every day and the feeling that something is pleased with what it has done.

There are two more days before the new week arrives: what will you do?

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[god.

bitterness at that second name.]

No, I know. It's okay...

Just... be careful around Rosa.

[don't let her use your guilty feelings against you???]

...

[Have a helpless look.]

[that is a face to have hands reaching up to cup its cheeks]

If she tries anything...

[god, he really wanted it to be Rosa. not Rin.]

She's been nothing but kind, Osamu.

[Still, she all but melts into his hands, reaching up to cup his own face.]

...I was... really scared for a second. That Subete-kun might...

[but that's how Rose works, he doesn't say because honestly... the reminder of the discussion with Subete just makes his expression sour.]

He really was putting a lot of pressure for no reason, wasn't he.

I-I couldn't stand it. H-Having him—anyone—just... just we-weigh you like that, j-just... accuse you of that, risk y-you like that... I-I couldn't—

[And then, with little to no warning, he's getting kabedon'd, and in short order kissed with a desperation that clipses everything that has come before.]

[it's really the vehemence that catches him off guard and that's mostly because even though he's annoyed about the whole Subete thing, it's actually not something that unfamiliar to him? his reasoning being called into questioned or endlessly poked and prodded for Too Much Emotion--isn't that just what Mori-san did on the regular?

so he has little time to process the kabedon before there's kissing and he really can't not respond to that in equal desperate measure.]

[She's so much bolder, this time, fueled by fear and what-ifs and the desperate, driving need to focus on something—anything—other than the sound Rin's spine had made.

Think about something from a movie or something you've seen and were curious about, he had said before.

Hitoka has seen quite a few movies, if the way she takes advantage of his slightly dropped jaw to deepen the kiss with a slightly clumsy earnestness is any indication]

[clumsy earnestness can be worked with. at least once his brain gets going again. then he's working to adjust and correct until the kiss is less awkward but perhaps a bit more intense if only because tongue is getting involved and he's letting his hands drift back down to her waist to keep her close and steady.]

[Her fingers find his hair, twining in tightly without much hesitation this time; she knows what he likes and what he can take and she's chasing the siren song of her own pulse, pounding in her ears until it drowns out everything else. She presses against him, as close as she can get.]

[he really should be more responsible, but he was always so bad at that and especially moreso when he just wants to get lost in the sensations and not have to think too hard about anything but how warm she is. a thought that does have a hand of his slide up to the hem of her shit, fingers just barely touching at the skin of her back, almost shyly, testing.]

[Her mouth does an odd, silent stutter against his, but—

Well.

After that brief, barely-there stumble, she keeps kissing him. He... apparently has shirt permission.]

[oh this is danger. this is very danger.

but he is. going to be sliding that hand over her back. just feeling, mostly. the kiss will have to break soon if only to catch their breaths but his lungs can deal without oxygen for a bit longer.]

[The feeling of larger, rougher fingers skimming the smooth skin of her back is... electrifying beyond words. It spurs her on, a reassurance she takes a bit too much comfort in, perhaps. But she takes it all the same.

When she parts for breath, she's panting softly.]

[he's also breathing heavily and swallowing a bit thickly.]

This... ah... really...

[isn't the best place for this but also moving sounds like a pain.]

W...

[A faint flush rises in her cheeks.]

Was it... b-bad...?

[oh my god... he can't]

Not in the least.

[btw, touch of nails against her back. just to punctuate that point.]

[Her back arches, more out of instinct than artifice.]

I-I'm glad.

[That... sure is a thing to say right now.

She kisses him again, shallow but lingering.]

Mm... sure you're comfortable like this?

[the mantra of "behave behave behave" is not really working as effectively as he gently moves the kissing to her chin and jaw, down to her neck...]

Um... w-well...

[She's hesitating, so maybe he should beha—]

I... don't know anywhere else to go. D...do you have a better idea...?

[Or... m-maybe not...?!]

[welp.

weeeeeeeeeeelp. behaving is.

one leg out the window.]

... laundry room...?

[it's not a bed but there's probably piles of clean sheets or something and a door so like... ~~rip Battler taking the guest bedroom~~]

Oh, you're right! Th... that could definitely work.

[~~plenty of socks to put on the doorknob~~

They do have a lot of linens, and nobody has actually or almost died there yet...]

[yep. there it goes. out the window.]

Mmmmmm... want to be carried or raced there?

[look... we are super mature adults here]

Huh? Are you saying you can lift me?

[He's... a noodle.......]

[he is a noodle but also...]

I didn't say it'd be the whole way, did I?

[he's a jerkface like that.

but also a jerkface who will kiss sweetface so like]

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