{ The only reason he doesn't think to delve further into this interesting line of questioning is one thing and one thing only: He sees something happening that's usually too quick to react to and he attempts to react to it. Immediately. Her lead up to needing new shoes isn't exactly a conversationalist piece in itself (and he doubts she'd meant it to be but an off-hand musing to herself), so his focus had originally been on that.
He probably could've seen the signs leading up to the fall if he'd bothered to. He could've done something preemptively to avoid this conclusion, but alas. Here he is. In a blink of an eye, his dash ability kicks in without even a thought. His arms wrap around her in a half-cradling position: one winding around her back, the other behind her knees to keep them pressed close to his side. It's the best position he could manage in such a short amount of time and with her flailing about, but it still allows her to move her arms around his neck should she need the extra hold.
It seems he would fall into the water with her at this trajectory, but then he kicks off surface of the water. Or, at least it looks like he does, as a single ripple spreads across the murky surface and they're now nearly half-way across the room. He lands as easily as he'd taken off, still holding her in his arms to make sure she's collected herself enough before setting her down. }
Are you alright?
{ Watching her teeter like that, he suspects something might've just bent funny at her ankle. Maybe an old injury. Some sort of weird flavor text in her original program? Something new she'd sustained here. He doesn't want to assume. }
[ Her eyes had shut tight in anticipation of the cold grave she was certainly sinking into, but the shock of water never comes. All she can seem to hear is an incessant drumming in her ear. Maybe the pool actually was cursed?
Slowly, she blinks her eyes open, the last few moments catching up to her. She realizes she's holding onto something solid, and more importantly, isn't currently at the bottom of the pool. It's a miracle! A very...warm miracle...
Monika's head turns slightly, catching sight of the water, noticing the still-spreading ripple left behind. She doesn't see Henry, causing her some brief seconds of panic, then logic takes over. There was no miracle. At least not of the kind she thought.
Her fingers shift against his neck where she'd unconsciously grabbed on to him. It wasn't drumming she was hearing. It was his heartbeat.
A breath catches in her throat. Her heart had already been going at a good pace when she thought she was falling. Now it's going a mile a minute. He's so close. They're so close. He's holding her.
She doesn't move. This has to be a dream. Maybe she actually did fall in the water and this is all just from lack of oxygen? ]
I don't know. A-Am I?
[ Her eyes shut again. She's just going to keep listening to his heartbeat until the hypoxia fully kills her. Yeah. That'll be a nice way to go. ]
{ While she's having a strange trip here in regards to his heartbeat and their closeness, Henry just. Stands there. He's only able to assess her condition from where he stands. Though he is not oblivious to what he's currently doing: holding her in his arms, pressed firmly to him for support and well, he can't exactly deny that she doesn't feel nice in his arms.
But before he gets too carried away in his observations, he thinks it best to get the important stuff out of the way. }
Had yourself a nasty spill there. Perhaps I should be keeping you out of trouble from here on out.
{ Of course, he can't help but tease when not too long ago Monika had said she'd keep him out of trouble. His arms move to set her legs down first, gently, just in case she actually did twist something (even if her answer doesn't make that seem likely). }
[ The laugh is more distant than it is sarcastic. She's too focused on being so incredibly comfortable and warm to worry about her dying brain's attempt at humor.
Wait. She's moving. Why's she moving? ]
N-No!
[ Monika suddenly clutches on to his neck for dear life, violently struggling against the movement to put her down. This can't be over! If she had to die, she was going out on her terms! ]
{ Whoa. This isn't the kind of reaction he'd expected, but as she struggles against him he decides fighting it would only make him lose his own balance on such precarious surfaces. }
Alright, lassie— { Despite himself, he huffs out a laugh, his grip on her tightening. Figuring he may as well make it more comfortable, he hoists her further into his arms in a more comfortable bridal carry. Her hair tickles as she further winds her arms around his neck and he fights the weird desire to inhale deeply. ]
If I may be so bold in asking: Not ready for what, exactly?
[ Sure, she couldn't control death, but she could try her damnedest right now.
The threat of being put down passed, Monika nestles in, highly enjoying the extra comfort of the new position. And unlike him, she has no qualms with taking in deep breaths to admire his scent. It's unlike anything she's ever smelled before. Probably because she has very little to compare it to. Ah, well.
Regardless, she feels perfectly at place in his arms. Warm. Safe. It's a shame it can't last forever. ]
{ He laughs behind closed lips, careful not to shake too much while she's clinging so closely to him. It's easier to hide the swallow behind his laughter as she presses closer. Well, at least he can move away from the pool for the time being, lest she continue to believe that she's about to die from falling into a pool.
Whether she's joking or not about that is still a mystery to him, but one that can wait to be unraveled. }
Now why would you go and think a thing like that, hm? Nobody's dying tonight. Especially not from a little dirty pool water.
Because I'm in the pool, aren't I? There's no way this is real.
[ Gosh, her dying brain was so talkative. It was wasting the oxygen she needed for the moment to last longer!
...It really was lasting an awful long time, though, wasn't it? Didn't the body normally shut down after about five minutes with no oxygen? Not that she knows that for any particular reason or anything!
Monika turns her head away from his chest to peek up at his face. She's seeing features she'd never noticed before, considering as she'd never been this close to him. It's awfully real-looking for even her imagination. ]
{ Oh, she's dead serious. This is a sort of ruse that would go on for a bit and she'd giggle it off like usual, but she's really latching onto this death throes fantasy here and he can't help but find that all too ridiculous.
He laughs again, careful in his strides as he slowly moves towards the gym area that the pool is connected to. Despite his jovial laughter, he does feel a strange twisting sensation in his chest. He already knows he's getting in too deep. It's not the first time it's happened here, he's noticed, and he can only hope it won't take its toll on him. }
Feels real to me.
{ His cool blue eyes meet hers as she looks at him, and he inexplicably feels drawn to them. }
[ And there goes her heart again, once their eyes meet. She'd so thoroughly convinced herself that moments like this could only happen in a fantasy. After all, she never figured she'd leave the confines of a computer. Which was going to be okay! She'd have be fine loving someone from afar.
Now that she doesn't have to do that, however, she can't imagine why she ever thought that'd be okay. This is so much better that anything she could've dreamed up. Sometimes, she was realizing, imagination couldn't be a substitute for the real thing. ]
Then, um. My hero, huh? Ahaha...
[ She wants to say more, throw a few questions at him about how he even managed to save her, but she's entranced by his gaze. That's another thing she's never experienced, having someone look at her like that, in a way she's always wanted. It's starting to get a little scary, getting all these amazing things. ]
{ It stays like this for a moment. As he's taking his usual careful and measured steps towards the gym, he stays relatively quiet, only huffing very softly at the 'hero' bit. Hm, he doesn't quite fit that role, he thinks.
Once past the threshold, he finally breaks the gaze. Like snapping out of a trance and stopping himself from falling into this...feeling. He's not sure what to call it, really. By the end of it, he's not even really sure what she's thanking him for other than catching her. Why does it mean a lot? It's a stupid question, so he keeps it to himself. }
You're welcome. Now, down we go. I promise we're not in the pool, and I'm not letting you die.
[ The warmth seeps out of her. Abruptly, she's aware of how cold some parts of her are, especially her bare leg. The moment was inexplicably over.
Ah, right. That was the fun, fun thing about reality. She couldn't control everything. Good things eventually seemed to come to an end.
Her usual reaction to disappointment is unbridled rage. And while there is some anger at this, there's some other emotion she can't quite place. Her desires can't be assuaged by some file editing or breaking code. A world out of her hands was overwhelming. ]
Y-Yeah. Okay.
[ Well, she couldn't fully control him. Not in this state, and not in a violent way. She didn't want things to end like they had with Mega again. But it could still end on her terms.
Before he could let go, she was going to take in as many details as possible. One last inhalation of his scent. A quick press of her ear to his chest to hear his heartbeat. A soft touch to his hair. A brush of her fingers over his jawline and neck to paint the feel of his skin and the muscles underneath. It'd feed her monstrous imagination for a while, until there'd be another time to get more fodder for her mind.
Monika breathes out a soft sigh of satisfaction, releasing her grip on him so that he can set her down. There. She felt in control, and the change shows in her voice. ]
{ There's something almost unsettling about this turn of events. He can feel her clinging to him, reluctant to let go, a physically imperceptible digging of claws into him but so vividly real in his mind. Weirdly enough, he doesn't hate it. Maybe that's what's really unsettling about it.
The way she brushes her fingers over his skin and presses closer one last time feels like an almost predatory claim to him. As if taking a little piece of him with her. He minds his breathing, but with her so close she may still feel the soft shudder in the exhale through his nose as his arms set her legs down ever so carefully. It makes his own movements linger, fingertips brushing gently up her thigh just before it catches onto her skirt}
Good.
{ He smiles, before turning towards the pool room again to fetch her shoe. Not wanting to drop it from any height to risk it bouncing off somewhere wild, he kneels a little in front of her to set it down. It's... very difficult to not stare at her bared leg, if he's being perfectly honest. }
[ And this is why he drives her nuts, despite it all. That touch to her thigh was like a bolt of lightning. Shivers radiate from the spot he'd touched, fast and intense, covering her in goosebumps. Concurrently, there's a foreign feeling, a tangle of pleasure coiling and twisting low in her abdomen. It's literally breathtaking. Already, though this all lasted for mere seconds, she knows she wants to experience it again.
This was such a war of attrition between them. ]
Good.
[ Monika eyes him like a hawk as he gets her shoe, doing her best to project a sense of calm. It helps to remind herself of the way he exhaled when he released her, at least. That way she can maintain her grip on control. ]
I wonder if this is how Cinderella felt?
[ Her eyes drop down to him when he kneels, a smile playing at her lips. It also helps to be standing over him. She feels like a lioness admiring a fresh kill. One that she'd get to indulge in for a long time. ]
Maybe this makes you my Prince Charming?
[ Her leg moves forward and she slides her foot into her shoe. As she does so, she catches a glimpse of him staring at her leg. An eyebrow lifts slightly and her smile widens. Though it makes her cheeks pink, it also helps her grip on control tighten. She was getting an inkling of what she was truly capable of without the aid of a computer. ]
{ One of them will break, and Henry gets this vague feeling it might be him. He's got a strange affinity for power-hungry women, it seems, even if he doesn't realize it in this moment. Of course, in hindsight, he'll remember that nagging feeling of being watched whenever his back was turned and of course, the way she practically bore her eyes into him when he'd kneeled by her feet. It's a frighteningly familiar feeling and he can't decide if he loves it or hates that he loves it.
He doesn't respond to the little questions she releases into the air, sounding mostly rhetorical to him, but there's no doubt he's taking in the things she says. How she says them. Once she extends her leg to slip her shoe on however, his jaw tightens and he rises slowly to his feet. }
A Cinderella story, eh?
{ Leaning forward towards one side of her head, hands clasped behind his back, he murmurs low next to her ear. }
Guess that means stroke of midnight will have to come sooner or later.
{ It could be teasing. It could be him playing very hard to get. He's actually not entirely sure in this moment. Usually he knows exactly what he wants and how he's going to get it, but he finds himself playing tug-o-war with himself constantly. Monika's encouragement and that scheming(?) look growing on her face only makes him waffle about worse. There is one thing for certain, however, and that is needing a moment to retreat. He dreads having to resort to this, but there's a lot of conflict right now. He needs to regroup his thoughts. }
[ Monika tenses up when he nears, holding her breath without realizing it. Of course, that means she's gotten a huge whiff of his scent without meaning to. It's dizzying.
And what he says? Jerk.
She exhales slowly. It's not as even as she'd hoped, but at least it wasn't a shaky mess. ]
Good thing I have no concept of time.
[ There's no more teasing lilt to her voice, no more humor in her expression. Just the pure confidence that comes with sinking into the pit of delusion for so long. ]
And I'm not the type to wait for a wish to get me what I want.
{ He's pulling back just in time to see that expression transform. There it is again. The green of her eyes feel alien and her cool confidence betrays their warmth. It makes everything in his gut churn uncomfortably as he's actively fighting against his desires. Itching fingertips grip at his forearms still behind his back, digging into it hard.
Don't ask her what she wants. That's a trap. He just needs a moment. Maybe a moment and a half, half a day. Something. It's hard to think when you can feel your resolve actively threatening to shatter. }
Oh, I can tell. A real go-getter you are.
{ He steps backwards, back into the pool room, like he doesn't have the nerve to put his back to her. }
[ She could leave it at that. Let him have an easy retreat. She's gotten so attuned to zeroing in on even the slightest hints of weakness, however, and he's positively drenched in it. It's intoxicating. It'd be a real treat to dig her claws in further and play with him until he's lifeless.
And to think she could do all this without touching a character file. She's really starting to like the way she was drawn. ]
I guess I'll go get some sleep for now. Ahaha~
[ Monika smiles innocently and begins to step away. Only, right when it seems like she's going to head off, she instead turns his way, boldly following him inside. It's a shame how little space she has to get in, though! Totally an accident that she's had to lightly brush against him as she walks past.
With a self-satisfied hum, she grabs her forgotten sock and heads to the exit, avoiding contact this time. Once in the doorway, she turns back to wave. ]
Good night! I had lots of fun! We should do this again sometime!
[ And like her last departure, she blows a kiss and winks before disappearing from sight. Just in time, too. Any longer and she wouldn't be able to resist sinking her teeth into him. ]
{ He almost sighs a breath of relief. Though something also tells him that maybe she's doing this on purpose, it's gotta be. The way she plays innocent and then brushes past him so pointedly has him tipping his head back slightly as the momentum of her shoulder brushing against his has him turning to walk properly. Slipping or even simply stumbling over his feet would've been just salt in the wound.
It's amazing how quickly it goes back and forth like this. He has the upper hand at one point and then suddenly he's doing all he can possibly manage to avoid being putty in hers.
He watches her leave. It would almost look a bit heated if he didn't mind the expression as well as he did. Fun indeed. While this is all a bit harrowing, he won't deny that it is certainly some form of fun. }
Agreed. With less falling, perhaps.
{ The cute gesture does tug the corner of his lips in amusement. She's definitely dangerous. More than he had originally given her credit for. He waits for her footsteps to fade. No way he's leaving this room at least until he's 100% sure she's gone and out of sight. Shoulders sagging, he breathes out heavily and finds a wall to lean against, tipping his gaze towards the ceiling.
Yeah, he's...got some shit to think about tonight. }
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Date: 12/27/20 05:29 am (UTC)He probably could've seen the signs leading up to the fall if he'd bothered to. He could've done something preemptively to avoid this conclusion, but alas. Here he is. In a blink of an eye, his dash ability kicks in without even a thought. His arms wrap around her in a half-cradling position: one winding around her back, the other behind her knees to keep them pressed close to his side. It's the best position he could manage in such a short amount of time and with her flailing about, but it still allows her to move her arms around his neck should she need the extra hold.
It seems he would fall into the water with her at this trajectory, but then he kicks off surface of the water. Or, at least it looks like he does, as a single ripple spreads across the murky surface and they're now nearly half-way across the room. He lands as easily as he'd taken off, still holding her in his arms to make sure she's collected herself enough before setting her down. }
Are you alright?
{ Watching her teeter like that, he suspects something might've just bent funny at her ankle. Maybe an old injury. Some sort of weird flavor text in her original program? Something new she'd sustained here. He doesn't want to assume. }
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Date: 12/27/20 06:11 am (UTC)Slowly, she blinks her eyes open, the last few moments catching up to her. She realizes she's holding onto something solid, and more importantly, isn't currently at the bottom of the pool. It's a miracle! A very...warm miracle...
Monika's head turns slightly, catching sight of the water, noticing the still-spreading ripple left behind. She doesn't see Henry, causing her some brief seconds of panic, then logic takes over. There was no miracle. At least not of the kind she thought.
Her fingers shift against his neck where she'd unconsciously grabbed on to him. It wasn't drumming she was hearing. It was his heartbeat.
A breath catches in her throat. Her heart had already been going at a good pace when she thought she was falling. Now it's going a mile a minute. He's so close. They're so close. He's holding her.
She doesn't move. This has to be a dream. Maybe she actually did fall in the water and this is all just from lack of oxygen? ]
I don't know. A-Am I?
[ Her eyes shut again. She's just going to keep listening to his heartbeat until the hypoxia fully kills her. Yeah. That'll be a nice way to go. ]
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Date: 12/27/20 05:36 pm (UTC)But before he gets too carried away in his observations, he thinks it best to get the important stuff out of the way. }
Had yourself a nasty spill there. Perhaps I should be keeping you out of trouble from here on out.
{ Of course, he can't help but tease when not too long ago Monika had said she'd keep him out of trouble. His arms move to set her legs down first, gently, just in case she actually did twist something (even if her answer doesn't make that seem likely). }
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Date: 12/27/20 07:04 pm (UTC)[ The laugh is more distant than it is sarcastic. She's too focused on being so incredibly comfortable and warm to worry about her dying brain's attempt at humor.
Wait. She's moving. Why's she moving? ]
N-No!
[ Monika suddenly clutches on to his neck for dear life, violently struggling against the movement to put her down. This can't be over! If she had to die, she was going out on her terms! ]
I'm not ready yet!
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Date: 12/28/20 04:36 am (UTC)Alright, lassie— { Despite himself, he huffs out a laugh, his grip on her tightening. Figuring he may as well make it more comfortable, he hoists her further into his arms in a more comfortable bridal carry. Her hair tickles as she further winds her arms around his neck and he fights the weird desire to inhale deeply. ]
If I may be so bold in asking: Not ready for what, exactly?
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Date: 12/28/20 05:35 am (UTC)[ Sure, she couldn't control death, but she could try her damnedest right now.
The threat of being put down passed, Monika nestles in, highly enjoying the extra comfort of the new position. And unlike him, she has no qualms with taking in deep breaths to admire his scent. It's unlike anything she's ever smelled before. Probably because she has very little to compare it to. Ah, well.
Regardless, she feels perfectly at place in his arms. Warm. Safe. It's a shame it can't last forever. ]
I'm glad I could at least go out like this.
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Date: 12/28/20 05:40 am (UTC)Whether she's joking or not about that is still a mystery to him, but one that can wait to be unraveled. }
Now why would you go and think a thing like that, hm? Nobody's dying tonight. Especially not from a little dirty pool water.
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Date: 12/28/20 05:55 am (UTC)[ Gosh, her dying brain was so talkative. It was wasting the oxygen she needed for the moment to last longer!
...It really was lasting an awful long time, though, wasn't it? Didn't the body normally shut down after about five minutes with no oxygen? Not that she knows that for any particular reason or anything!
Monika turns her head away from his chest to peek up at his face. She's seeing features she'd never noticed before, considering as she'd never been this close to him. It's awfully real-looking for even her imagination. ]
Right?
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Date: 12/28/20 06:01 am (UTC)He laughs again, careful in his strides as he slowly moves towards the gym area that the pool is connected to. Despite his jovial laughter, he does feel a strange twisting sensation in his chest. He already knows he's getting in too deep. It's not the first time it's happened here, he's noticed, and he can only hope it won't take its toll on him. }
Feels real to me.
{ His cool blue eyes meet hers as she looks at him, and he inexplicably feels drawn to them. }
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Date: 12/28/20 06:28 am (UTC)Now that she doesn't have to do that, however, she can't imagine why she ever thought that'd be okay. This is so much better that anything she could've dreamed up. Sometimes, she was realizing, imagination couldn't be a substitute for the real thing. ]
Then, um. My hero, huh? Ahaha...
[ She wants to say more, throw a few questions at him about how he even managed to save her, but she's entranced by his gaze. That's another thing she's never experienced, having someone look at her like that, in a way she's always wanted. It's starting to get a little scary, getting all these amazing things. ]
Th-Thank you. It means a lot.
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Date: 12/28/20 04:58 pm (UTC)Once past the threshold, he finally breaks the gaze. Like snapping out of a trance and stopping himself from falling into this...feeling. He's not sure what to call it, really. By the end of it, he's not even really sure what she's thanking him for other than catching her. Why does it mean a lot? It's a stupid question, so he keeps it to himself. }
You're welcome. Now, down we go. I promise we're not in the pool, and I'm not letting you die.
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Date: 12/28/20 06:38 pm (UTC)Ah, right. That was the fun, fun thing about reality. She couldn't control everything. Good things eventually seemed to come to an end.
Her usual reaction to disappointment is unbridled rage. And while there is some anger at this, there's some other emotion she can't quite place. Her desires can't be assuaged by some file editing or breaking code. A world out of her hands was overwhelming. ]
Y-Yeah. Okay.
[ Well, she couldn't fully control him. Not in this state, and not in a violent way. She didn't want things to end like they had with Mega again. But it could still end on her terms.
Before he could let go, she was going to take in as many details as possible. One last inhalation of his scent. A quick press of her ear to his chest to hear his heartbeat. A soft touch to his hair. A brush of her fingers over his jawline and neck to paint the feel of his skin and the muscles underneath. It'd feed her monstrous imagination for a while, until there'd be another time to get more fodder for her mind.
Monika breathes out a soft sigh of satisfaction, releasing her grip on him so that he can set her down. There. She felt in control, and the change shows in her voice. ]
I believe you.
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Date: 12/28/20 08:08 pm (UTC)The way she brushes her fingers over his skin and presses closer one last time feels like an almost predatory claim to him. As if taking a little piece of him with her. He minds his breathing, but with her so close she may still feel the soft shudder in the exhale through his nose as his arms set her legs down ever so carefully. It makes his own movements linger, fingertips brushing gently up her thigh just before it catches onto her skirt}
Good.
{ He smiles, before turning towards the pool room again to fetch her shoe. Not wanting to drop it from any height to risk it bouncing off somewhere wild, he kneels a little in front of her to set it down. It's... very difficult to not stare at her bared leg, if he's being perfectly honest. }
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Date: 12/28/20 09:10 pm (UTC)This was such a war of attrition between them. ]
Good.
[ Monika eyes him like a hawk as he gets her shoe, doing her best to project a sense of calm. It helps to remind herself of the way he exhaled when he released her, at least. That way she can maintain her grip on control. ]
I wonder if this is how Cinderella felt?
[ Her eyes drop down to him when he kneels, a smile playing at her lips. It also helps to be standing over him. She feels like a lioness admiring a fresh kill. One that she'd get to indulge in for a long time. ]
Maybe this makes you my Prince Charming?
[ Her leg moves forward and she slides her foot into her shoe. As she does so, she catches a glimpse of him staring at her leg. An eyebrow lifts slightly and her smile widens. Though it makes her cheeks pink, it also helps her grip on control tighten. She was getting an inkling of what she was truly capable of without the aid of a computer. ]
How romantic~
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Date: 12/29/20 09:40 am (UTC)He doesn't respond to the little questions she releases into the air, sounding mostly rhetorical to him, but there's no doubt he's taking in the things she says. How she says them. Once she extends her leg to slip her shoe on however, his jaw tightens and he rises slowly to his feet. }
A Cinderella story, eh?
{ Leaning forward towards one side of her head, hands clasped behind his back, he murmurs low next to her ear. }
Guess that means stroke of midnight will have to come sooner or later.
{ It could be teasing. It could be him playing very hard to get. He's actually not entirely sure in this moment. Usually he knows exactly what he wants and how he's going to get it, but he finds himself playing tug-o-war with himself constantly. Monika's encouragement and that scheming(?) look growing on her face only makes him waffle about worse. There is one thing for certain, however, and that is needing a moment to retreat. He dreads having to resort to this, but there's a lot of conflict right now. He needs to regroup his thoughts. }
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Date: 12/29/20 10:24 am (UTC)And what he says? Jerk.
She exhales slowly. It's not as even as she'd hoped, but at least it wasn't a shaky mess. ]
Good thing I have no concept of time.
[ There's no more teasing lilt to her voice, no more humor in her expression. Just the pure confidence that comes with sinking into the pit of delusion for so long. ]
And I'm not the type to wait for a wish to get me what I want.
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Date: 12/29/20 04:30 pm (UTC)Don't ask her what she wants. That's a trap. He just needs a moment. Maybe a moment and a half, half a day. Something. It's hard to think when you can feel your resolve actively threatening to shatter. }
Oh, I can tell. A real go-getter you are.
{ He steps backwards, back into the pool room, like he doesn't have the nerve to put his back to her. }
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Date: 12/29/20 06:10 pm (UTC)And to think she could do all this without touching a character file. She's really starting to like the way she was drawn. ]
I guess I'll go get some sleep for now. Ahaha~
[ Monika smiles innocently and begins to step away. Only, right when it seems like she's going to head off, she instead turns his way, boldly following him inside. It's a shame how little space she has to get in, though! Totally an accident that she's had to lightly brush against him as she walks past.
With a self-satisfied hum, she grabs her forgotten sock and heads to the exit, avoiding contact this time. Once in the doorway, she turns back to wave. ]
Good night! I had lots of fun! We should do this again sometime!
[ And like her last departure, she blows a kiss and winks before disappearing from sight. Just in time, too. Any longer and she wouldn't be able to resist sinking her teeth into him. ]
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Date: 12/30/20 01:13 am (UTC)It's amazing how quickly it goes back and forth like this. He has the upper hand at one point and then suddenly he's doing all he can possibly manage to avoid being putty in hers.
He watches her leave. It would almost look a bit heated if he didn't mind the expression as well as he did. Fun indeed. While this is all a bit harrowing, he won't deny that it is certainly some form of fun. }
Agreed. With less falling, perhaps.
{ The cute gesture does tug the corner of his lips in amusement. She's definitely dangerous. More than he had originally given her credit for. He waits for her footsteps to fade. No way he's leaving this room at least until he's 100% sure she's gone and out of sight. Shoulders sagging, he breathes out heavily and finds a wall to lean against, tipping his gaze towards the ceiling.
Yeah, he's...got some shit to think about tonight. }