WEEK 4 MINGLE

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WEEK 4

The weekend that just passed was....frankly, a lot. Yet despite all odds, you somehow pulled out a win from the jaws of utter defeat. As you wake up feeling tired but happy, the speakers crackle to life with the voice of The Lady.

"Attention, Guests. This week, The game is temporarily suspended. This week, there will be no mafia kill. Take a break for your hard work."

And...indeed, it seems like this is a peace week. The Staff, after the disappearance of The Captain, are acting worse than they did last week - not only is there the blankness and the stuttering, but sometimes they even get orders wrong, with potentially hazardous results. Asking the Staff for things has become more dangerous and unreliable, but at least you meals are still good. Speaking of, The Chef has put a sign up on the door, reading "DO NOT TAKE KNIVES WITHOUT ASKING FIRST!! THAT MEANS YOU!!" written in big, angry letters. The resort also seems to be gearing up for Christmas - there are lights and trees scattered around the place, as well as mistletoe for couples to get their public displays of affection on. There's also some other holiday decorations around, for Kwanzaa and....something else you definitely have never seen before. The thing....wriggles, and you don't want to be around it for long.

The weather is still nothing, except for the courtyard, which is still pleasantly snowy. There is still music playing in the halls, and the cover songs continue with some low-key music for the week.

On Monday morning, another memory is returned to everyone. Are you getting closer to the truth of this place, maybe? It's hard to say.


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Comments

[purrtagonist]

[oh, nice. Akira hums his approval as he pitches forward to meet Minato halfway, eyes slipping shut. they're just kissing in front of the kitchen entrance. . . no biggie. . . surely no one will see them. . .]

[messianic]

[They had to know this was an inevitability with mistletoe everywhere.

Eventually this was going to happen.

Anyway, Minato's not going to pull away even if people could see them, because it's very, very nice to be able to lean in close and feel the press of Akira's lips against his.

At least for a few moments longer.]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . it's okay if they linger for a bit, right? because one kiss kind of turns into two as Akira brushes the tips of his fingers against Minato's cheek. and then three. and then four, and. . . uh]

[don't make out in the kitchen, boys. please]

[messianic]

[They really should not.

But also like.

Minato's Minato, so even though those kisses are incredibly engrossing, apparently this isn't engrossing enough for... his stomach to not grumble.

He pauses, tugging away enough to blink... and then clears his throat.

HM, EMBARRASSING.]

Uh... so, curry?

[purrtagonist]

[oh my god]

[BREAKS OUT INTO LAUGHTER. . . sorry Minato give him a moment]

[messianic]

[Oh my god.

Minato just........ TAKES IT.

Because he knows he deserves it.

And also because hearing Akira laugh in this place is...honestly always really nice, even if it's for embarrassing reasons. The smile on his face starts off rueful, but... it ends up mostly fond, honestly, as he idly wraps an arm around Akira's lower back instead of leaving his hands on his hips.]

[purrtagonist]

[presses his face against Minato's neck as he laughs, light and bubbly and air. he stays like this for a minute or so more, before he finally pulls back, positively beaming]

One more for the road, and then curry?

[he's so amused by Minato's growling stomach]

[messianic]

[... A soft snort, and Minato leans in to quickly press his lips to Akira's.]

You say that as if we can't go back to the mistletoe after the curry.

[Hm, bad.]

Maybe I'll want more than one serving.

[purrtagonist]

[steals one last kiss for good measure, a brief brush of lips, before he finally pulls back and makes his way to the stove where the simmering curry waits]

How big is your stomach, anyway?

[messianic]

[... He pauses to think about that, as he follows Akira.

Pause...

Paaaaause......]

... I guess I can eat a lot sometimes.

[UNDER...STATEMENT...]

[purrtagonist]

Something tells me you're understating it juuuust a tad.

[serving him up a plate, though]

[messianic]

... I eat a normal amount for a healthy, growing teenage boy.

[Minato is not still growing.

Also, he is still wrong.

But he will gladly take that plate, humming as he inhales just how good it smells.]

Thanks for the food. [!!

You'd better bet he's going to set it on the counter so he can take a bite... and then immediately more bites after that. Yum???]

[purrtagonist]

[a huffed laugh, and amusement flickers onto Akira's features as he watches Minto dig in. he certainly isn't about to interrupt such a hearty, happy meal]

[BUT BE CAREFUL, MINATO. IT'S SPICY AS SHIT]

[messianic]

[IS IT? IS IT SPICY AS SHIT?

Minato does not even pause in his bites.

So.

It clearly does not even register on his poor tastebuds.

He does seem to be enjoying himself immensely though.]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . well it's supposed to be SPICY AS SHIT, Minato may just have. insane spice tolerance]

[sloooowly slides him a glass of water, even though it doesn't look like he needs one at all]

[messianic]

[HE MIGHT.

JUST MAYBE.

Minato polishes off the plate of curry in record time first, humming contentedly.]

That... was definitely one of the best plates of curry I've ever had. Thanks for the meal, Akira.

[He's not reaching for the glass of water, but he is eyeing the pot as if considering asking for seconds.]

[purrtagonist]

[definitely noticing that]

It sounds like you're hungering for a second helping. You shouldn't thank me for the meal until you're actually finished eating.

[picking up Minato's plate to serve him some more]

[messianic]

[Well.

Before Akira can properly start scooping up that curry, Minato moves forward to press a fair bit closer, sliding his fingers into Akira's hair to guide him into another kiss.

Enjoy that spicy curry.

Because yeah, the price for another plate of curry is a kiss, obviously.]

[purrtagonist]

[oh]

[hello]

[there's a note of surprise in Akira's voice when Minato catches his mouth with his own, but hey. Leblanc curry mixed with Minato is not a bad flavor profile. with a hum, he melts into that kiss fairly quickly, eyes fluttering shut]

[he's still holding onto the plate and the pot lid, oops]

[messianic]

[They probably look a little silly like this.

But thankfully Minato doesn't draw it out (... well, too much) before he's tugging back, offering a smile (with slightly flushed cheeks).]

Now I can ask for a second helping.

[purrtagonist]

[mumbles, voice low and a bit gravely, gaze lidded]

And here I was thinking about giving it to you for free. . .

[messianic]

That's generous of you...

[Amusedly:]

But you were so set on the price before. It wouldn't feel right.

[Also consider: he likes kisses.]

[purrtagonist]

. . . are you sure you're just not using it as an excuse to kiss me?

[as though Akira didn't use it as an excuse to kiss Minato originally]

[messianic]

[GASP.]

Ah... you found me out.

My cunning plan's been uncovered.

[purrtagonist]

Your clever plot has been exposed. What will you do next?

[said as evenly, as neutrally as Akira can manage]