at_heart | [ continuations = imeeji = sfw ]

[ A huff. He shakes his head again, then bows his head to take Venti's wrist sort of gingerly maybe ~~shut up~~ in his right hand. With his left index finger, he traces a smiley face.

Light pressure, but it still raises a noticeable scratch. ]

How's that?

[ Goodness gracious.

He's barely holding back his mirth. ]

Very gentle! Very delicate! What a soft and merciful warrior-wolf.

[ oh my god Venti ]

Shut up.

[ RELEASING YOUR ARM. ]

[ GIGGLES TRIUMPHANTLY ]

Thank you for going easy on little old me~!

You asked me to—

[ Huffs out a breath and gives up. Pushing a hand through his bangs. ]

You're welcome.

I did, but that didn't mean you had to do it!

You have free will, you know.

[ Tugging his sleeve back down, apparently unconcerned with healing something so trivial ]

...Pretty sure my free will ends where someone else's begins.

[ Just. Saying. ] [ He tugs his card out to check it, mostly just intending to use filling some other, less — friendly square as a pretext to end this conversation for now, and he's slightly surprised to realize that the claws one, now filling in, made a vertical bing— ]

[ —o, fuck, the card is changing in his hands, and welp he's changing with it. ]

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[ Well, at least he didn't lose his clothes, the way some of the other nymphs have. ]

Sure. Why not.

[ Well - he opens his mouth to agree with that initial sentiment, then closes it again.

Huh. ]

Wow, what timing!

[ Tinysnort. Giving Venti a very wry smile. ]

They heard you offer, I guess.

[ Flips the card so that Venti can see all...... the brand-new unfilled squares. Sigh. ] [ Okay, he should not be feeling this way, he should be focused on the fact that a new card means more points for the game.

Might be visibly bucking himself up a little. ]

Ahhh . . . you're not feeling overwhelmed, are you? There's no shame in giving up, no matter what anyone tells you!

[ For example, if you never even start-- ]

[ Snorts softly, but that sure does immediately put all the wind back in his sails. ]

Please. It'll take more than this. [ Folding his arms over his chest. ...And, okay, now just holding them out to look at them. Heh, he had nail polish on earlier, but it doesn't look like it really survived all the claw-popping. ] Anything you wanna do on there?

[ He's repeating himself, but he doesn't really notice. ]

[ Scanning the new card ]

Hahaha, wow, this new one is way more tame!

[ Is that good or a disappointment? Unclear ]

I'd rather not get stabbed again. Or poisoned.

Anything else is fine, though.

[ Hmph. ] [ And that's a little — frustrating, maybe. Dammit, Venti.

He moves to stand behind him, so that he can look at the card over his shoulder, and — huh, it is a lot tamer. Spotting the only mention of poisoning, he snorts softly. ]

Well, shoot, I know you were hoping for an excuse to kiss me.

[ Fond eyeroll. Being fine with it, especially to troll him, is different from being remotely interested in it. ]

[ Sir. This is dangerous ground to tread.

Winking over his shoulder. ]

Ehe. ♪ How do you know if I was or I wasn't?

[ —Well. His gaze is steady on Venti's expression for a moment, measuring. ]

...I thought it was an educated guess.

[ Lifts an eyebrow ]

Not well educated.

[ ...Well. That makes a difference. ~~Maybe more of one right now than it would've if he were still a were.~~ After another beat of lingering eye contact: ]

My mistake.

[ His voice pitched just a little lower. ]

[ Pivoting on his heel ]

Hehe . . . so do you wanna do something more fun than just hair-braiding~?

[ Eyes lidding. Yeah, that's — nice. The expression, the tone. Venti would probably get points for that playfulness no matter what, but... Maybe he's already getting past it after all. ] [ Eases his weight lightly up against a tree at his back~. ]

Is there any way I could get you to narrow that down a little more?

Well, we are already standing under a tree . . . ~

[ ...And that expression is even nicer, but for maybe half a second he's a little — disappointed, almost, that Venti didn't take the opening. Huh. ] [ Lupine shelves it, though, because he did pick something, and reaches out instead to curl his fingers in the front of Venti's top: tries to tug him closer. ]

So we are.

[ Yeah, he feels — very past it. Venti wants this, he wants it, no reason not to. ]

[ Nice.

This is the kind of blowing off steam that he's always in the market for. And Lupine certainly does have cute reactions . . .

Don't mind him as he shoves Lupine back against the tree and seals their lips together, not bothering with any token coyness or hesitation. ]

[ Eyes widening, hi there; he feels the tree hit his back, and between that and the very firm, insistent kiss — if he still had any lingering reservations, unimportant as they were starting to seem, they're gone now.

His lips part, a flicker of tongue at the seam of Venti's mouth, and his hands find his hips, fingers digging briefly in. ]

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