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

It is as I said. You seemed lonely.

[She holds up well under interrogation usually, and this time is no different. But that doesn't stop her from stopping for beat.]

You weren't there when I woke up. It felt nice. I was sorry to see you gone.

Won't you choose the answer the best fits your narrative, Chuuya Nakahara?

I don't care about the answer that fits the best, I care about the most honest one.

[he just wants the truth not the weird kink, alright.

...none of those are answers he minds at all, though, and his fingertips reflexively trace her neck, where the necklace used to sit.]

Since when do you use my full name again, huh?

I thought a bit of distance would help you get the answer you required.

[It's really a pity, a legitimate regret she has, that the necklace no longer sits on her neck, but she sighs when he traces the old outline of it.]

I told the truth regarding why I did it. But I know you aren't that type of individual.

Which type? The kind who's into that sort of thing?

[he hums under his breath, considering.]

Because you're not wrong. It's really not my usual.

See, I know enough about you to make that sort of estimation.

[In that case, she can push this conversation towards its natural end.]

Since no one's more familiar with your own tastes than yourself, you can do whatever you please with me.

What about your tastes, though?

[did i even establish where the fuck they are in this thread? shit. well they're in their room now and he's just laying back on the bed at that, arms folded behind his head.]

You know, besides what you said earlier.

I don't really have any preferences.

[Now that she thinks about it, Caren can't determine if it's stranger that he isn't berating her for what he's asking or that he's asking her these questions at all.]

Well, as for what I was talking about earlier, it would be fine if I was the one in that position, too. But other than that, whatever you ask for is fine.

None at all? Or are you just saying that?

[he keeps his head propped up just enough to look at her, but otherwise doesn't move.]

Look, we're dead, we might as well keep enjoying ourselves a little-- but there's not much point if both of us aren't.

Men don't usually ask.

[They want one thing, and while they'll usually ask about that much, at least, the rest of it isn't exactly up for negotiation.

Caren sits down on the edge of the bed, far enough away to keep some distance between them. A little consternation is written on her face.]

It's fine if you're rough with me. I don't really care for it if it's too sentimental or tepid.

We can agree on that much-- neither of those are really my speed.

[it can be fine to take it slow, but too much sentimentality is always dangerous, and it's just no fun if you're going nowhere with it.]

Just 'fine' though, huh? I know you said you don't really enjoy much, but still.

[Caren actually rubs her face for a moment, pressing the heel of her hand against her eye.]

Geez. [It's casual, the way she says it, almost too familiar.] You're tireless about this, aren't you? What if I told you instead that I like the thrill of it, or that pain makes it feel dangerous, or that you could pin my arms behind my back and I wouldn't complain?

I'd say you could've just said so from the start.

[does he sound a little pleased with himself? maybe slightly.]

Anything else you want to put on the list? I'm pretty good at handling knives, but you knew that.

If I said no, maybe you'd take the opportunity to take your leave already, and let me sleep in peace after having your way with my feelings.

[Caren huffs and looks as though she might cause some very real physical damage, get true revenge, especially now that he's looking so self-satisfied.]

I can't say anyone's ever asked before handling me at knifepoint. You're welcome to try.

As for you, I'd really rather stop that yammering from that mouth of yours somehow.

Is asking about your preferences really 'having my way with your feelings', though...

[what feelings. obviously neither of them are having feelings, here? they're fine.

but he only looks more pleased at that look on her face.]

And as for shutting me up, well-- you're welcome to try it.

Of course it is. Would you have your way with other things, too, if you had the chance?

[Given the topic, he should know exactly what they're talking about. His smugness is still feeding into her aloofness, so she sounds more determined than ever when it comes to the topic of quieting him.]

I don't intend to try. My success is already all but guaranteed.

I might, if you said you wanted it.

[he says, still not moving from his spot. he's comfy? let him live his unlife.]

But if you really think so, why haven't you gone ahead and done it, if you want me quiet that badly?

Are you always this dense? It defeats the purpose of something like that, if I say I want it.

[Yes.

Still perched some distance from him, seated so she faces half-away, Caren turns to fully look at him over one shoulder.]

I'll do it when I'm tired of hearing you talk.

Being in agreement on something never hurts.

[and now he knows for future reference, see, it works out.

chuuya's torn, though, between continuing to talk just to see what happens and shutting up to see if it's really what she wants out of him... in the end, he chooses to leave it at that, though he may not stay quiet for long.]

So, I suppose you've learned what you wanted to learn.

[Caren goes quiet too in the wake of his silence, still a little huffy, though the blush on her cheeks becomes a shyer pink over time. She's the one who disrupts the silence again, even if she just said she was content to shut him up there.]

I didn't have an objections to what happened in the karaoke booth that night.

[It's got some strange associations now, to put it lightly, but the night itself...she wants to think of it fondly still, if she could.]

Good. It'd be a shame if you did.

[his way of saying that he had no objections, either.

it was nice, honestly, to just spend time with each other there, especially knowing now that it was some of the last time they had together on that side; it's a fond enough memory for him, one he wishes he still had a reminder of.]

I don't have any objections to whatever you want to happen here, either.

Except what we discussed earlier.

[After literally about fifteen minutes of having this conversation with her body angled away from him, Caren turns around, pulling her legs up onto the bed and hugging them to her chest as she faces him.]

Normally I don't care about getting information in exchange for giving it, but I don't think I should let you leave this time until you've passed on your own thoughts.

Look, normally I'd say I don't mind experimenting, but I'm not the type to be an inactive participant here. Unless I was asleep or something, I guess...

[yeah they're really having this Talk apparently and thanks i hate it.

he'll at least match her shift in position and prop himself back up, so he's no longer half staring at the ceiling instead of caren.]

If you really want my opinions? I don't mind it rough either. It's more fun when it's a fight, I think-- but I'm fine with being on either end, honestly.

Hm. We'll have to see which one of us wakes up first now that there's less impetus to rise with the sun. Goodness, try and listen a little more closely next time, though. I said it would still be fine with me if I was the one in the other position.

[Still holding her knees, so she actually as to subtly rock herself up along the mattress, Caren scoots an inch or two closer, shins stretching out in front of her.]

You know I couldn't beat you in a fight, but I like to think I know what it's like to struggle. What about that knife of yours? [She's opening up a little bit more, maybe, just a little.]

I'm not sure it'd be much fun with you in that position, either, but if you're that into it...

[he is still dubious, okay, her kink is not his kink, but Maybe. maybe.

anyway, about the knife.]

If you don't mind a little pain, blades are good for that-- I'd let you use it on me too, if you wanted. It's not like I can't heal us up.

I've already told you. If I tried to answer a question about what it is that brings me enjoyment in life, the answer would be illogical, like an incomplete number. Pain seeded its way into my life a long time ago; why wouldn't it become synonymous with "joy?"

[All that's a very complicated and philosophical speech to talk about these types of interests, and it's probably overdone. But, if anything, it seems like she's being honest about what a difficult conversation this is for her to have.]

You know I wouldn't mind it, even if it was only a little. Subjecting you to something like that... I probably wouldn't be able to help myself, either.

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are you sure they're not just out in public somewhere. are you sure

I'M AT LEAST 90% SURE

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you know maybe I should've marked this kinda nsfw but here we are.

maybe?? probably a good idea??? this is cursed

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