( open & closed. )

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Who: karakurenai & co.
When: throughout the month.
Where: various / stated in thread.
What: catch-all for misc. threads.
Rating: r-18, probably.

( basically this is an open & closed prompt post. i didn't want to clog up the log comm, so! feel free to leave a comment and i will come up with a prompt for us. or, feel free to plan with me on plurk @ playlists. if you came here to pick up your threads i owe you, look no further! ↓↓↓ )

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So "that" is your only 'no' line? ( ... hakuno.

do you know what you're truly walking into here? ) Then you're saying everything else is fair game. ( the words slither past his lips as if they were some malicious spell or chant. while it could have easily been mistaken for an opportunity at receiving some brand of confirmation— it's clear by his own inbred arrogance that it's far from that. as far as he was concerned, it was stapled and glued. no, more severe than that, it was set in stone.

he merely solidifies it within himself. frames it, before he gradually moves on with the course of their conversation. at least, the conversation he thinks they're having. ) Let me be your first. ( if not for banging.... he looks thoughtful, before a curt nod. ) That'll do.

A date. ( that... leads in to everything else.... ) I usually hate troublesome things, but... I'll make this sacrifice for you.

[sealeted]

That I know of, yes. ...ah, and doing certain things too publicly, I suppose. I don't know much else about my preferences yet.

[She feels as though she has sealed a contract with a demon. His terms honestly confuse her, since at first glance they seem to contradict her terms. But he seemed pretty exasperated when she assumed that he meant sex before, so she swallows back her questions. For now. After all, if he does anything she really is not comfortable with, she can easily ask him to stop.

Or, more to the point, make him stop. She's a King now, after all.]

A date is fine with me, but I won't twist your arm. [She won't be tsunned into debt, even a vague, semiphysical debt.]

If you want to do it, we can. If you'd rather just go somewhere without the pretext of dating to explore or shop, that's fine too.

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... you're more talkative than you look. ( her considerations, for all their depth and worth, isn't a place he ventures to. to begin with, he was never really the sensitive type, obliquely or straightforwardly. nor, was he the sort to pick out emotions. hence, he simply permits whatever secondary thoughts he may have had to... slip through his proverbial fingers. at least, until a later time.

instead, he dips a chin to his carrier. ) Since you agreed, give me all your information. I expect you to answer me no matter what time I call for you. ( ... ) Even if you crawl to your little friend to get there. ( he draws his hand out, his fingers slightly curled and his palm facing upwards. he sticks a finger up in emphasis. ) You got that?

( it's like... he doesn't register any of her words. or he's just that used to dismissing claims that don't work in his favor. but, really. after a few moments of consideration, he... quietly follows up. ) For the record, I won't accept anything but a "yes."

[sealeted]

Well, I can give you a conditional yes. If I'm not in the middle of a lesson, a job, or some other important prior commitment, I'll definitely make time for you.

[It is, perhaps, a bit too easy for her to mitigate and take in stride outrageous demands. Gilgamesh instilled that dubious grace into her, but it's entirely on Hakuno when she pulls a pen from the bag on her hip, takes his outstretched hand in hers, and scrawls

Hakuno Kishinami

Carrier ID: Hakunon

right across his palm. She recaps the pen and tucks it away, cool as you please.]

Of course, if I miss a message or a call, I'll do my best to get back in touch as soon as possible.

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( a conditional anything doesn't exactly fly by him.

as someone with his level of self-involvement and his penchant for considering everything in universe within the realm of his two palms— it was infeasible to think anything else could hold precedence. regardless, due to a pinch of what he would label generosity, he suspects he could permit her one or two passes. ... nah, definitely just one. or so he chimes in reminder to himself, a bit of a mirthful, almost playful exhale releases from his lips. only—

he's stunted and halted by her next set of actions. initially, he thought this was her form of sealing the deal with something a bit more physical. naturally, it felt quite short of that expectation. for a few moments, he remains still. silent. his breathing regulated, but somehow a bit more audible. as if he were utilizing it as some form or measure to keep his place in their conversation. )

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( his eyes skim over it, if just out of pure motor response. hakuno kishinami.

he disliked titles and formal introductions, and so maybe this eased that inevitable reflex of distaste but, still. it's almost like he was being made a fool of? or?? he finally speaks. ) Hakuno. ( his voice is surprisingly quiet. there's tension embedded in his tone, a certain intensity that only kurenai could produce over something so .... innocuous.


regardless, he finally grabs her with the palm she wrote on. he presses his hand flat against the material of her clothes. almost enough where the ink could have easily caught on. that is, before he leans in. he's close enough where his breath her skin, and yet. he stops himself from progressing further. instead, he says one thing in their proximity. ) Then do your best. Not just to return my messages, but to please me. Fawn after me. Show me with your body and not just your words. If you can do that...

I look forward to our meetings. ( he then, releases her. turning his back.

rejet speech 1/??? )