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

[doublesmall]

[but is it really team hat if only caren has one, though? that's the real question here.

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(there is age difference ship content here but nothing nsfw)]

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[sexorcism]

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.

[doublesmall]

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.

[sexorcism]

[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?

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

[doublesmall]

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.

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

[sexorcism]

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.

[doublesmall]

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.

[sexorcism]

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.

[doublesmall]

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?

[sexorcism]

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.

[doublesmall]

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.]

[sexorcism]

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.]

[doublesmall]

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.

[sexorcism]

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.

[doublesmall]

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.

[sexorcism]

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.]

[doublesmall]

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.

[sexorcism]

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.

[doublesmall]

That'd be fine by me. I've already trusted you with my life, you know? Trusting you with the rest of me is no different.

[it's not quite a mirror of 'you can do what you want with my body', but-- well, similar enough, probably. this is a small thing to him, compared to other promises the two of them have made.]

I'll keep the rest of that in mind, too, if that's how it is for you.

[sexorcism]

Yeah, I suppose that's just the reality for me.

[She tilts her head to the side, waiting for him to add anything else, if it's there.]

Do you feel better now, knowing I'm not suffering in silence? Or have you not had the chance to speak your mind just yet?

[doublesmall]

It helps, yeah-- but if there's anything else you want out of me, you know you can ask.

[he's said the things that come to mind; he won't refuse questions from her, though.]

[sexorcism]

I know. You can always inquire at will as well. Whatever it is you want, I can accommodate it.

[She lifts her cheek from her knee slowly, as if mulling over an idea she's had for a while.]

If you're finished, are you ready to be quiet, now?

[doublesmall]

I might be. Why, are you going to shut me up?

[chuuya props his chin in his palm, watching her with a small, lopsided grin.]

[sexorcism]

Yes. I am waiting for a reason, but I don't suppose it will be much longer until you give me one.

[He looks comfortable where she's been reclining all this time, and so Caren finally bursts the bubble of his personal space, crawling a little closer until they're no longer comically far apart for the kind of conversation they've been having.]

[doublesmall]

[as soon as she's close enough, chuuya reaches out to comb his fingers through her hair, smile widening.]

Do you really need a reason, though? If you want to do something you should do it. Be a little more selfish, Caren.

[sexorcism]

Be a little more selfish? I honestly doubt you'll like the outcome if I follow your advice.

[She sits up on her knees next to him, frowning at a topic that isn't worthy of this sort of seriousness. Hooking her index finger under his choker, she flexes her knuckle until she can feel the stretching tension between skin and material. Caren hms.]

This is your final chance if there's anything else you want to say.