Week 2 Slumber Party Mingle

[duskhound]

[ Clearly what everyone needs after that execution is a way to make sure that nobody has to be alone if they don't want to, which clearly means... Yes, it's time for another slumber party. Once again the lobby is taken over with permission from the staff, and bedding of various types is dragged out.

There is also an alarming amount of plush toys. There they all are, just... staring.

There's still room for hot chocolate and snacks, though. ]

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[purrtagonist]

What if I feel no shame at all?

[his eyes are twinkling]

[messianic]

I know you don't.

[That's said with an arched eyebrow, as he tugs gently at their interlaced fingers.

NO SHAME.]

That's just how you are.

[purrtagonist]

[follows the tugging, before he pulls back, trying to guide Minato's hand in to his lap]

The very perfect picture of innocence.

[messianic]

[Into Akira's lap both of their hands go, then??? Success, Akira.]

Mm... I don't believe you're ever completely innocent, either.

[He seems amused, though.]

[purrtagonist]

[gently running his thumb over Minato's knuckles. . .]

Well. . .

At least that means I'm fun. Right?

[messianic]

[A soft snort at that.]

Akira... I don't think you know how to be any other way.

You're one of the most fun and engaging people I've ever met.

[purrtagonist]

If you're saying that about me when we're trapped in a murder resort with effectively nothing fun to do, then you should see me out in the wide, exciting world.

[. . . draws Minato's hand up to press a kiss against his palm]

[PDA]

[messianic]

[SUCH PDA.]

Yeah...? If that's a promise, then I'll definitely be looking forward to it.

I'm excited to see what you're like when you've got room to spread your wings.

[purrtagonist]

I do much better without cages.

[nuzzles into Minato's hand a bit, before lowering it to his lap again]

And that's absolutely a promise.

[messianic]

[Honestly, Akira's always so stupidly endearing... which is why Minato just quietly leans over to press his lips to Akira's temple, brief but warm, before he settles back to watch the rest of this sleepover game.

He seems pretty content to leave his hand in Akira's own, in his lap, though.]

[purrtagonist]

[one eye flutters shut as Akira tilts his head into that kiss, mouth curving into a lazy smile. he says nothing else when Minato pulls away though, content to cradle his hand in his lap as they both watch the game continue]