doublesmall | [PCs] team trust no bitch aka team hat aka chuuya & caren

...it does, yeah.

[but also, why is she like this? this absolutely isn't the sort of scenario he'd ever been taught to deal with--

on the other hand, he'd always been taught that attachment shouldn't be involved, so maybe that's no surprise.

chuuya doesn't lean back in immediately, but he does let his fingers comb idly through her hair.]

If you want certainty: I'm sure you already know, but this isn't just because it'd be convenient, Caren.

Mm. I take it back. You’d be quite convincing if you showed this side of yourself at a trial.

[Even then, it’s still probably better to keep it hidden. She holds his wrist a little too firmly, though it shouldn’t keep him from moving.]

We’ll likely go our separate ways when the game has concluded, so I’m fine with whatever it is that you want now. But working with you has been agreeable.

[He needs to say those things for himself, doesn’t he? How embarrassing for him, when Caren assumes they already have some understanding, but she’ll let him.]

I'd rather not have to.

[his nose wrinkles at the thought. this kind of thing-- it's private, isn't it? he doesn't want anyone else to hear these sorts of things. it's unbecoming of someone like him, probably.

but in response to those last statements... well. it's enough agreement for chuuya, as much as he figures he'll really get out of caren. he kisses her again, a brief one first to test the waters before he presses a longer one to her lips.]

That’s fine. As you’ve seen, I have no concerns about keeping sensitive information exactly that.

[Even if she’ll hold it over him later, Caren can at least be trusted not to feed it to others like some kind of fuel.

He’d like it if she kissed him back, probably? Well, it’s fine. She doesn’t mind doing that as long as those he’d said the week prior are no longer on the table.

Her grip on his wrist tightens and pulls to the side, almost forcefully, as if to remind him there’s no need to treat her so fragile.]

[he knows she won't be indiscreet with information, but that still gets a breathy laugh from him, half-muffled into the kiss.]

Hah? So you're saying you definitely won't tease me about it in front of Assassin or anything like that? You've seemed to have a lot of fun with that before...

[and if she's going to encourage him to be less gentle-- the next time their lips meet, it's more forceful, accompanied with a graze of his teeth over her lower lip when he breaks it again.]

[She lets out a meek noise from the teeth, though it should be obvious that it’s forced, performative. She knows that this suits him, is more like him, and she’ll continue baiting that out of him even as they continue ... whatever this is. Her fingernails prick his wrist, not hard, but enough to scratch the surface.]

Assassin is an ally. It would be remiss of me to not keep him informed. You should think harder on your circle of trust.

[They’re astoundingly close now, so everything she says sounds and feels like plotting against his mouth, as if they could plot another unfortunate Thursday night from this. Well, that’s what makes it exciting, isn’t it?]

[it really does feel that way; chuuya's noticed it too, and in all honesty, he can't say he minds. he would plot another night like that in exactly this way, and not only because it's a good deterrent for anyone who might end up too close while they spoke.

with her words, though-- chuuya's nudging her backward, maneuvering them both toward the nearest wall with only enough care to make sure they don't fall over.]

You'd really sell me out like that... but I guess that means my only option is making sure you can't talk, right?

[by keeping her mouth occupied, he means. that's his cue for another kiss as he presses her back against the wall, though he keeps a little space between them.]

So you've finally seen fit to threaten me. [There's less space to talk in between each kiss, both physically and in time. Still, her voice is languid as it rolls over the words, taking its time. Her back presses into wall, and she smiles when it scratches.

Caren's free hand, the one not raking its fingers down Chuuya's wrist, cups the side of his face without hesitation. It's tender compared to her words and the rest of their actions.]

Would you kill me, Chuuya, to keep me quiet? [Her thumb presses down beneath this lower lip, needling for a response. Of course she knows what he's really talking about, but the inherent danger of fooling around like this puts it closer to violence than it first appears.]

You know I've done it before.

[she knows what he is, what his past involved when he was alive. knows that it's part of the reason he chose to kill ranpo.

but just as her touch to his face is softer, so is his own as he reaches for her hand, pulling it from his face for a moment to press his lips to the scar on her palm.]

Would you let me?

You'd die too, if you did it. Being responsible for your death would make me feel so cruel.

[It's not quite an answer nearly as much as it is one. The scar of her palm burns when he kisses it, and Caren realizes she was right. It feels better with the mark left behind. With both of her hands occupied and her back against the wall, Caren has few places to go, so she leans out into him instead.]

I would truly hate to die again, but it's unlikely I'd be able to stop you.

I'd hate for either of us to die.

[his words are murmured against her palm, against the proof of the pact they've made, before he lets go of her hand and lets his own come to rest on her hip; the hand in her hair tugs just enough to tilt her head back, mouth finding the line of her jaw and trailing kisses from there down to her neck.]

Guess that means I'll just have to find another way, huh...?

[beep boop nothing to see here folks.

the game relevant conversation is over.]

[PCs] team trust no bitch aka team hat aka chuuya & caren

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i pity anyone who read this far

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