( 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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[showsnopiety]

[She has herself a poison honey tongue, far too easy to drip and fluster the unwary. Caren finds herself growing still when she feels his fingers on hers once again.

A little like the first time, but this...does not seem to be an intentional breech? More that he wanted contact. Greedy for it. Desperate, even. She doesn't understand people like that.

...this wasn't a crush, was it? God, she hoped not. But just to test, she bumped her hand against his, a seeming accident, before coming back to the keys.]

You don't like being ignored?

[No barb in that question. Not yet.]

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( it's a trite, but all too transparent a truth.

kurenai could have argued that no one, unless they had a specific fetish, could find pleasure in being so completely and utterly disregarded— but, somehow he doesn't quite drag up the argument. instead, he seems to evade the topic altogether. this time, pressing his hand over the back of hers; his fingers aligning with her slender ones. with that, he plays a simple tune. presses the keys through her touch. that is, before he turns to give her a small tilt of his head. )

What? You thought I'd be into abandonment play? ( he looks back at her hands. smooth against the ivory keys. seemingly fragile and delicate beneath his own hands. though, he knows... appearances are deceiving. their first encounter cemented that concept, and even now he finds himself gritting his teeth at the recollection.

though, he smooths that out by the next note. ) What about you? ( he half-wonders if she'd care if... anyone ignored her tbh. )

[showsnopiety]

[ It woupd be a valid arguement; she might have even laughed from it, knowing it was all too true. Instead, she watched quietly as he pressed her fingers and played music through her. Unlike the other times, she was...passive about this, quite unlike the woman of before.

But the same nonetheless. For a few moments she almost appears thoughtful, and her free hand starts moving. A very simple tune, more to idly move them then for any other reason.]

That depends on the situation. Certainty I could go about and ruin their day, if I was so inclined. But it's not my particular fetish or interest.

I've been ignored before, and it will happen again. Everyone is, at one point or another.

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Ruin their day... You're one twisted woman. ( but, maybe that's what was attractive about her. granted, there were so many types of girls. so many characteristics each one held, furtive desires and secrets they've kept suitably locked up behind saccharine voices and calculated smiles. still, it was something he's hardly encountered personally. his own minamo were amorous, overly generous with both their bodies and their affections. though, somehow, he never quite pinned it as being so personal, despite his ego and arrogance.

instead, he gives a firm shake of his head. ) Idiot. ( it's drawn out. an over emphasis of the middle a in baka. ) You might be okay with thinking that way, but I'm not. I'm different. More like, this Kurenai-sama won't be ignored, and... ( he stops for a few seconds. his hand stagnant and unmoving. c, e... )

I won't ignore you. ( d, c. he continues, before finally, releasing her hand.

more like... dismissing his own words. that is, before he can think of some mood killing rejoinder. )

[showsnopiety]

You're such an odd little boy.

[Some people seemed to be drawn to her twisted personality. Some people thought that they might be able to change her, or make her better, some way or another. She is who she is. And there are a dew who just would rather she be who she is. She doesn't know where Kurenai fits, even if he did call her an idiot.

She stares up at him. The notes hang in the air. And for a few moments, she just watches him quietly. Before a finger comes up, and she brushes her finger under his chin.

It drops. And unless he catches her hand again, she'll start playing Moonlight Sonata, just because she can.]

Does it really matter so much? If we pay attention to each other or not? Surely, there isn't someone you give the devil's tongue to.

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( that's a combination of words he's wholly unfamiliar with.

brutish, hostile, and antagonistic. people normally stuck to titles like these. those that captured the essence of his utterly violent nature and his ever present mood swings. for her to simply denote him as "odd" and leaving it at that... it leaves for a peculiar aftertaste. though, if he had to be perfectly honest, it isn't entirely negative. kind of like the brief touch of her finger beneath his chin.

it's subtle, but even then, he finds himself unconsciously taking in the details of this diminutive exchange. so much so that in his deep state of concentration... he nearly forgets to regulate his breathing altogether. for a few seconds, he even falters against this sudden realization. he cups a hand over his mouth instinctively, barely evading a small show of what could have easily been defined as... embarrassment at being caught off-guard. ) You're not cute at all.

All you need to do is accept what this Kurenai-sama tells you. ( .... ) ... and stop messing up my rhythm like that. ( but, well, he isn't about to dwell on it or expound. instead, he lets his shame leave him more naturally. sort of. ) And...

( he's about to state another complaint. probably about the music, but instead he closes his mouth shut. instead silently taking in the atmosphere they've somehow managed to create together. or, what he could define of it, at any rate. hence, he sticks with a firm: )

Forget it.

[showsnopiety]

[Odd fit him, she thought. She would accept him though, for all that he was weird. She knew violent people, temperamental ones. But she would accept him as he was, and that was that.

And she'd enjoy having him fluster, even a little bit. A small smile cracked her demeanor, as she continued to quietly play.]

So I'm to forget everything you said just now?

[It was...relaxed almost, but not quite. It was something. Not awkward, not tense, but not anyone's idea of a bubble bath either.]

Is there anything else you'd like for me to forget? Since we are sitting here, and I am entertaining you.