aphanon_meme | part 335 summer nights (tell me more tell me more)

part 335 summer nights (tell me more tell me more)

Like did he have a car? Dodo--dodo--dodo... yeah! How is your July going so far, meme? Good? Bad? Okay? Scrumtrulescent? ... Question mark? This is a very rambling post today, I'm sorry, I'm in a tired rush. A tired tired summer rush. Which, in my professional opinion, is the most annoying kind of rush. I prefer a crisp winter rush! But oh well.

Enjoy part 335!

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Your collar says otherwise~

/But, she nods. And leans back./

What are you going to do then?

/This one, she can't read him well enough to pick out his tells. She keeps a bit of familiarity distance that she would wave with most others upon meeting them./

Find some place to hole myself up 'n nap, suppose.

[Licks his lips, looking thoughtful]

Goin' to take a look 'round here first, mind. Ought to be summat I can jimmy-rig for to use. Didn't land with nothin', y'see.

[Now she knows he's unarmed, and he watches - and listens - to see what she'll do with that information.]

/She laughs./

I don't believe that for a second, dear. You're either trying to see what I would do if I think you're unarmed, or you're trying to place me at ease so you may do with me as you wish.

/Sigh. She stands./

Let me make it easier for you, hm? And put some pleasantries aside?

/And excuse her, she'll just perch on the table extremely close to him, and reach to tilt his chin up./

I'm only really interested in one thing while waiting for this infernal collar to explode.

[Freezes]

[And turns a deep shade of pink]

Now, what might that be.

[Bullshit, he knows what she's on about, or at least he thinks she does. Or -- well, honestly, he can't be sure. Because honestly - now? Really?]

[This woman needs to sort out her priorities.]

/She can practically hear the gears turn inside his head and can't help but grin a bit./

What do you think~?

/She tilts his chin a little higher./

Besides, how else am I supposed to pass the time? I have zero chance of winning, I'm stuck on this godforsaken island, and half the time everyone's too paranoid of each other to sit and have a decent conversation.

Dreadful sex tips become boring when you know how lovely the real thing is~

/Does that answer any of his questions? She doesn't know. Though he doesn't appear to be worrying about the weapons anymore./

[Swallows harshly, then reaches out to grab at her wrist, to remove her hand from him.]

Can't say I have the time for it.

[Another time -- maybe. But not now.]

Y'could be playin' at trickin' me, for all I know.

I'm no, ah, what do they call it? Black widow? It's not my thing.

/Siiigh./

There's nothing I could do to persuade you~?

/This is quickly turning out to be the worst Battle Royale ever. At least she had Celena last time!/

[It isn't her thing, is it?]

[Gives her a blank look as he considers this-]

[Then takes a deep breath, lightens his touch, and moves to hold her hand instead.]

Could come closer. If you'd like.

/arches eyebrow/

/What sort of reponse is that? First he was embarrassed, then now it's almost as if he's calculating./

But we are fairly close now, are we not~? Unless you mean closer.

/She tests giving his hand a squeeze./

Aye, that's it. That's what I mean.

[Squeezes back gently, his expression softening back into tiredness - with a hint of that embarrassed look from before.]

But I reckon I'm in no state for what you have in mind, not yet.

/Ah. There we go, that's a reaction she's used to seeing./

Understandable, as you've been trekking along endlessly, hm~? Why don't you rest? If there's anything you'd like, I'll be more than happy to accommodate you.

/More like "happy as long as this remains interesting and she might get something out of it." She idly rubs his hand with her thumb./

/But despite all of that, she's slightly less comfortable with him than she was before./

[And he can tell. That she isn't as at ease as before, that is. He'll have to right that - but how.]

[And he isn't sure if she meant something by that, either. 'Accommodate'. Is that what they're calling it these days?]

[For a moment his gaze drops, as if he has to think about it. Then sweeps up over her again - slowly.]

Wasn't jokin' when I said I could do with a lie-down somewhere.

[Meets her eyes, giving a hint of a small, almost shy smile.]

'Cept not sleepin', mayhaps. Could use some company.

/By relaxing a bit himself./

/And she thinks he understands quite well what she meant. Also included in that was the provision of any requests for muffins or drink refills./

/She can practically feel that gaze. Is the rest of him this intense?/

Hmm, that doesn't sound too bad, perhaps we can find a place~?

/She meets his smile with her own, then tilts her head, thinking./

I wonder if there's something in the back...?

/She hasn't dared explore it yet./

These places usually have storage rooms, at least.

[Links his fingers with her own, seeming more at ease now]

Could hole up for a while. Lock ourselves in there. Doubt any folk'd bother us then.

Why, dear, I think that is a marvelous idea~

/And she finally holds his hand properly./

Let's go look, shall we~?

/And she leans forward to slide a thumb across his lip, smiling coyly./

[Turns pink again at that, then looks away.]

Right.

[Rises, then, and goes to take up his bag. He turns to her, still blushing, then nods toward the counter - and a closed door behind it.]

That way.

[Holds out his hand. Shall they?]

Ah, one moment!

/She bends down and picks up her bag, as well, then nods and takes his hand in hers, giving it a squeeze./

Has anyone told you you're rather cute when you blush~?

/She winks and leans in to kiss his cheek and then without further ado is leading them toward the door./

/It leads to a small kitchen, of sorts, but there's also an office off to the side with a large desk and slightly worn couch./

[He refrains from commenting on that. It's for the better.]

[When they step in, he glances around. This will do. He lets her get a bit ahead of him, then slips his hand into his pocket.]

Hold on. Stay right there, will you. And don't turn around.

Ah, what-

/no/

/wait/

/Of course he would pull this, she should have listened to her gut./

/siiiiigh/

Let me guess, you'll be taking my supplies and robbing me even of the opportunity to enjoy the time I have left? For your own survival, you'll say.

/She turns her head to glance at him out of the corner of her eye anyway. If she's wrong she'll feel a bit silly, but she doesn't think she is./

[... Well. That's one way to put it.]

Could say that. Not exactly, mind.

[Draws out the pistol he stole from Monaco, continuing]

This game only ends when we're all gone. You know that. But it's goin' right slowly. Can't have with it.

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So you'll end it early, then? Even if there is a way of getting off the island without anyone dying at all? How brutal.

/That's a lie, she actually doesn't know, but it sounds plausible enough./

There ain't another way. Couple've anons tried last year. D'you remember? Broke into the control room. Fat lot've good that did 'em.

[Raises the gun]

... This ain't personal, understand.

/tch/

/she turns back to face the wall/

Of course it isn't, I hardly know you. But you assume that makes it better.

/She'd rather it be personal. And now she's ducking and lunging back with a kick aimed at his privates./

[He's about to apologize, but then he catches sight of the movement]

[Fires, not thinking twice-]

[-Just as she makes contact.]

/screams out in pain as the bullet strikes her in what she assumes is the back from the searing pain blossoming there/

/That one attack is all she manages - now she's crying out and gasping for air in agony on the ground./

/It might have struck a lung, too, and she sobs between rattling breaths./

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