[ Oh, Broca has definitely caught on. He's watching Jan like a hawk now, the muscles in his face tense as that tail (that bothered him so much before) hangs by his ankles twitching anxiously.
He doesn't like this. He can't begin to fully understand what's happening here, but he knows for sure he doesn't like it. It's not until the observation is made that his attention flits back down to his own wrist, and he raises it slowly closer to his face. ]
To what?
[ Though as he starts to fuss with the watch's interface, taking just a second to familiarize himself enough with the interface to navigate to the introduction they're given, his jaw tightens impossibly further.
Invited to something that sounds like a whole lot of bullshit is what. ]
[ jan's been reading it in almost companionable silence along with broca. it seems that they're in this place together, at least, so there's no point in holding any animosity (not that he would have but, y'know). still, this game is uh... something. it certainly intrigues janus, at the very least, and had he showed up here of his own free will he'd probably be beyond ecstatic to play it.
as it is, right now all he can do is just... laugh. helplessly, maybe a little delirious, but he's definitely laughing. ]
Oh stars, this is rich. They really want us out here fucking an entire deck of cards for... what, exactly. A good time? "Any wish our heart desires", huh...
[ jan falls quiet at that, his head thunking back against the wall so he can stare up at the ceiling. he's not even sure what he'd wish for, actually. the system overlord dead, maybe? a better ship? his own ship? it's hard to say. ]
[ Given that his first move upon waking up was to choke a guy, Broca's disposition hasn't exactly been sunny since returning to consciousness. So honestly, it's kind if impressive how visibly his mood seems to darken the more he reads. Frivolous sex for the sake of frivolous sex is one thing, but it's not much of an invite when you wake up in the middle of it.
He closes the interface of his watch, and tightens the tie of his robe, before he starts to move through the room to dig through the few empty drawers this tiny room manages to fit. ]
I'm finding my clothing, and then finding the door.
[ He's only announcing his plan in case this man shares the desire to get the hell out of here after that nonsense they just read. If he wants to stay and play the game though, Broca won't stop him.
But he's still going off the false impression that he can just waltz away from all of this right now. ]
[ He absolutely did not want that at all, no. He does not want any of what is happening to him right now, and Broca's ears flatten back against his head as far as he can go as he leans away from Levy as Levy leans in.
Somehow it doesn't seem like he'll be offering his name at all.
It's funny, because he's had some rather risqué encounters with a couple of people at this point, but something about this over-familiar intimacy has Broca's hackles raising quicker than anything else. ]
What are you doing?
[ This answers absolutely none of Levy's questions, and responds to none of his comments.
Sorry, man. Broca sadly isn't the friendly sort who loves making friends with others. ]
Why -- getting closer to you so that we can start shopping properly with one another.
[ He cocks his head to the side like that is obvious. However, he pauses to glance at the ears that the young man has. His eyes narrow briefly before fixing on his face once more. It's a friendly smile - because he doesn't sense any Mania from him. ]
I'm Levy. From the East District. [ A slight pause. ] Of DisCity. [ Something tells him that the young man isn't going to recognize what he's saying unless he adds a little more information. But even then - ]
[ Well he's right to question some things about Broca; Broca's very existence, for example, carries a certain risk factor in the long term if his oripathy were to progress to the point it became fatal. His disease isn't Mania though at least. Nor does he have any clue what that would be when given the capital M.
But he doesn't need to know Levy's thoughts to fail to follow his lingo! He's already somewhat confused by how confidently Levy's talking about a place he's never heard of before. ]
I have no idea where that is.
[ Oh, and for good measure he needs to also clarify something too. ]
And we're not friends.
[ It's not even said with hostility, well maybe a touch of agitation, but mostly it's said like it's a fact that needed clarification. ]
[ It's spoken less incredulously and more confirming a fact. His hand slaps over his forehead as he starts to laugh. He can feel his shoulders shake pathetically as he laughs a little harder, but pulls himself together quickly.
The joke is that if no one knows of that city, of where it is, then they also don't know what he is. It's the first time in a long time that he isn't known by others. What a fascinating and opportunistic situation that he's in! ]
Why aren't we friends? Is it because of my laugh? I thought that it was quite fun - a joyous sound of victory and freedom. [ And he has a lie set up for what he means by that, but moves on quickly, quickly, quickly: ] It's no good to go through life in a strange, unknown world without friends, friend.
[ Broca stays rooted in spot for a moment, watching as Sizhui decides that the best way to get to the bottom of this is through self-testing. Well... it would be self-testing, if the scent of the shampoo happened to mostly affect the person using it.
That's decidedly not the case though, which is exactly why Broca seemed confused by Sizhui's earlier instances.
It's also why Broca freezes up as the scent hits him now, his pupils dilating slightly as the force of fresh and new pheromones begin to fill up the air. ]
Ah...
[ He gets it now. Wow he... he really does get it now, and he actually has to shake his head to try and pull his thoughts back together a bit. ]
[fingertips still kneading, he puts more aggression into the motion, trying not to seem too irritated by the fact he sounds like he's not making any sense, especially as he's using the shampoo and it doesn't seem to smell the same as it does when broca had used it; the smell is fruity, which is pleasant, but it doesn't have that underlying scent of pheromones he'd sensed earlier.
the ah has him pausing, attention flicking toward broca again, his own eyes widening once he realizes that his experimenting has worked... unfortunately(?)
nevertheless, sizhui's rabbit ears draw upward, he straightens partially then lifts a hand in his ah-hah! moment.] I knew it, [comes afterward, triumphant, though not overdoing it on the whole success. he still did sort of make things worse, in a sense, and now they'll have to deal with the consequences that come with it.]
[ A lesson has been learned today, and that lesson is apparently never doubt the weird jackalope men who claim that your shampoo has strange aphrodisiac qualities to it.
It's an extremely specific lesson that will never apply again, because Broca's learned to be careful with his shampoo selection, and that's assuming that any of the shampoo here is safe to use.
He's wondering about that now, considering the specifications of the game played here, it's not overly surprising that there would be various tools of the trade left around to "help" here, but...
Broca's eyes shut, his nose wrinkling in a pained grimace that doesn't exactly match how other parts of him are reacting to the aroma now wafting through the shared space. A real shame he hadn't bothered to properly cover up first, because it's going to be pretty obvious what the issue is quickly. Though considering this guy had experienced the effects of this before now, it wasn't like he wouldn't be aware...
[this has been both eye-opening and terrible. mostly the former in his case, but the latter because now, with the pheromones affecting both of them, how exactly are they supposed to handle the problems that have arisen? (ha. haha. pun intended there—) as much as sizhui wants to continue feeling proud about his discovery, he attempts reeling himself in, twisting slightly and sticking both hands underneath the shower spray, waiting until they're completely rinsed before he redirects back to broca, gives the faintest head-tilt then begins scrubbing his hair again.
nothing should surprise him anymore and yet here they are, regardless, one of them trying much harder to ignore the aphrodisiacal effects. at least that's one thing sizhui has going for him: stimulants aren't entirely new to him in this way. he'd dealt with soaps that had these repercussions and everything had been fine, for the most part. sure, he'd ended up all but tossing himself at another individual, but he'll have better control now . . . right?
his turn to shake his head, half-lidded eyes focusing solely on broca's face because he knows exactly what's going on further down south and, for as long as possible, he's going to remain gentlemanly and not look despite the fact he's also well-aware his own body is suffering from the same reactions.]
My apologies, that was a poorly worded question. [he sighs, brushes both hands over his hair, smoothing the long, soapy strands back and away from his antlers.] Do you understand what I mean now?
[ There are innumerable things people have done in Broca's life that have made him want to deck them, but surprisingly staring at his body isn't one of them. For one thing, unless people are being as obvious about it as Aak has been, there's a good chance he doesn't even notice it most of the time. For another, while he doesn't have the kind of vanity needed to preen under attention like that, he also doesn't take much offense or pay much mind to people's appreciation.
He probably wouldn't this time either if someone hadn't gone and messed around with substances that got them both worked up here.
The shared bathroom space is a decent size, but finding areas in here that are actually private is something of a challenge, and Broca finds his own patience starting to wear thin the longer he looks. He finally decides on a shower stall without anyone immediately milling about right outside, and yanks the curtain open further as he turns to look over his shoulder at Aak. ]
Get in.
[ He really isn't bothering to do little pointless things like actually take the time to explain any of what he's doing right now. ]
[There would have been plenty of easier ways to test the pheromone shampoo, too. If he just looked, he wouldn't have gotten in trouble. If he stopped to ask, then maybe he couild hear some yeses. Aak just presses forward without thinking about those kind of things. He expects to get in trouble more often than not. A situation like this, where he seems to have avoided most major punishments, is...]
[... well, he's too distracted by other things to really think about it too much.]
[He follows Broca's course, hardly paying attention to where or how far they're walking. Broca may have tied the towel tightly but there was still plenty of skin and musculature to look at. The only shame Aak shows is holding that wet towel in place to cover his own hard-on. Although, he's considering abandoning that plan. The towel probably still had a strong scent to it and looking but not touching is kind of agonizing.]
[Before he can get more perverse with that line of thought, Broca's telling him to get in and,]
Got it, dude! [scurrying in to the relative privacy of the shower stall.]
[It's only once he's in that he considers how small the space is and what it might feel like with the two of them in there. Pressing his palm against the wall of the stall he chuckles nervously. If Broca wasn't going to explain, then Aak was just going to assume the- worst? Best? He's making some assumptions.]
[ Depending on his reflection of the situation, he might still see this as a punishment of sorts. Broca's not about to lecture him in a loose fitting set of sweats, but Aak will be living with whatever memories get made in this little stall.
The one that Broca is definitely following him into right now, before pulling the curtain closed, and canting his head to the side for a moment to listen to the sound of others passing by this area. Not exactly something he could continuously prevent or stop for if things really get going, but he at least has the basic decency not to start getting up to anything with an uninvolved party standing just five feet away.
After a few agonizingly dragged out seconds of this, he deems it quiet enough to turn his attention back on Aak, and the relatively small stall that he's ushered them into.
Explanations have been non-existent up to this point, and even now Broca seems perfectly content to really give the bare minimum in the way of explaining himself as he finally makes a vague comment about his plan here. ]
[Aak does turn around in the limited space they've got once Broca follows him. The time between Broca's last statement and the next seems like forever. Aak's not used to being patient. When he has to wait for a solution to filter out he usually starts a few new things. In close quarters and with nothing but bad things on the brain he's just thinking,]
[... his chest is right there. He got to feel from the back but not from the front. He could probably untie the towel, too. No, that would definitely be too detectable. Acting without a plan was what got him here in the first place! But was getting here actually a good thing?]
Oh. Yeah, if we tried sitting you'd probably get a leg cramp. [Since Broca was huge, after all...]
... So, [even with his heartg beating out of his chest, it's his nature to talk casually] Should I be facing this way, or?...
[he turns his shoulder a bit. It's no like he has experience knowing which is the better of the two. He just feels the need to ask to try and show he knows the difference.]
[ Do you ever sit down next to someone only to immediately regret that choice?
Broca's feeling that right now as Midnight starts talking about wine with names that have Broca's nose wrinkling in distaste (though not all of them are as sweet as the names seem to imply), and then to throw in a darling on top of that...
Broca's not too bothered by whatever nicknames people decide to use for him, but it seems operator Midnight is... quite a lot to handle. Especially with drinks in him.
Which is why Broca accepts the glass slid towards him. It's hard to say if he's even going to drink this, but he thinks he should probably prevent Midnight from drinking more.
Now where to start with everything that was just said to him? ]
No? Welcome, then. I have been here for... Two days? Ah, me, but it does feel like a lifetime since I've seen the halls of our beloved landship... The long ears of our adorable CEO... the little waddle the Doctor does whenever they've a stack of very important documents in their hands and refuse to hand the lot to someone else who can balance themselves more easily, you know the one.
[ Midnight laughs. He is so happy to let Broca deliberate over his drink. It's so nice to see a familiar face.
He lays his head on his arm and his arm on the counter. Oooh, he has certainly spent all of his tokens at this one establishment. It's nice, reminds him of Lungmen. ]
[ He knows the one, though he isn't sure he would describe things the same way that Midnight does. Maybe something more along the lines of the dangerous teetering the Doctor does when they inevitably continue to take on more work than they should, and seem overly determined to prove themselves despite the fact that the physical condition of the operators around them definitely outpaces their own.
With some exceptions made for those deep within the throes of Oripathy.
Some people could actually afford to put on rose tinted glasses every once in a while, and Broca is one of those people. Though maybe being cynical is needed right now to help out this clearly drunk man. ]
Mmm... It's been the same amount of time for me.
[ Terse, to the point, lacking the charm of reminiscing. ]
How much did you drink before I showed up?
[ And a real buzzkill on top of everything else. Come on, Broca, chill a bit! ]
[ His... his kitty claws. The pained look on Broca's face at that particular turn of phrase doesn't indicate he has become any more inclined to sink his kitty claws anywhere right now.
The change of direction from her wanting to break down the door, to her insisting they don't is really--
Actually that part reminds him a little bit of a friend of his who would change his mind at the drop of a hat too. But it doesn't make Broca sound any less baffled when he points out something here. ]
You were the one that wanted to force your way out?
[ He's at least no longer making moves towards the door with intent to destroy it. ]
Don't judge the ebb and flow of my feminine whims.
[There is nothing feminine about it; her mind is chaotic and tumultuous, unique to her]
Y'know, not at least pretending you're considering it is doing to do irreparable damage to my delicate psyche. If you want to bust down the door, you should be all 'No, I must resist! This is not the appropriate situation to kiss a lady, no matter how beautiful and rad! I must protect your honor!' or something like that.
[Her 'delicate psyche' is anything but and she will be fine.]
[ His ears press back against his head in confusion, brow furrowed as he continues to struggle to figure how they ended up here.
Not in the closet, mind you (though that's a good question too), but having this particular conversation given how this all started.
He could reassure her that it's nothing personal. He could play along with what she apparently wants now. However... ]
Do you have honor to protect?
[ The worst part isn't that wording of the question sounds rude and dismissive. The worst part is he still sounds genuinely confused and unsure about all of this, which gives the painful suggestion that he's dead serious in his asking.
This man has self admitted to never having had a girlfriend before. Does it show? ]
[ One thing is for certain here, Broca cannot accuse this man of being too subtle with his intentions at this point. The surprise nature of the kiss had immediately set him on the defensive, and while there wasn't much more in the way of a preamble to this overly friendly move, the downward creep of the hand had at least allowed him time to prepare himself.
He can absolutely fault Matoba for being joltingly forward and smug about this whole affair in a way that sets Broca's teeth on edge though. Broca has always enjoyed the company of people who are ruthlessly blunt, like his friend Aosta, or disarmingly open, like his friend Chiave. The type that will tell you exactly what they're thinking at all times, which doesn't seem to be Matoba's M.O. given how much he's been acting without warning.
Though the fact that Matoba's doing a lot of small nudging and coaxing to get the reactions he wants out of Broca remain unnoticed, so he's not getting stamped with a schemer label just yet.
Maybe for the best, because Broca might not be as ready and willing to shift in Matoba's touch if he had. There will still be an irritated snort of dissatisfaction at the comment implying Broca might be the type to come too soon. The vocalized irritation does nothing to disguise the fact that with a hand now on him it was clear that the kiss had, in fact, had some notable effect on Broca.
The fingers wrapped around the back of Matoba's neck loosen as Broca murmurs back a response to that question. ]
Not a fan of being interrupted.
[ Leaving the real question unanswered as his hand slides up Matoba's neck so he can tangle his fingers in the hair at Matoba's nape as he drags him back into a harsher, bruising kiss. ]
[Not to worry; there's plenty of time for Broca to discover the depths of Matoba's planning. Fortunately for him, this particular situation was only serendipity, but that doesn't mean that it isn't something he can use. Maybe later, though. For now, he's simply acting on a convenient, selfish chance that happened to fall right into his lap.]
[Who knows what Broca might come in handy for, where else this budding acquaintanceship may lead?]
[When it's convenient for Matoba to speak he will speak, and when it's convenient for him to keep quiet, he will keep quiet... But sometimes, even he can let a little honesty slip. Like when he laughs softly to Broca's comments, which always seem to be the driest reactions. He laughs because he is charmed. It's cute when men are honest in situations where they'd be better off not.]
Then perhaps-- [He tries to speak when fingers loosen at his neck, but they tighten him back into the kiss just as quickly. Muffled, he finishes,] ...Th'tim'r...
[Well, he'll figure it out. Matoba is actually enjoying the violence of his kiss too much to pull away from it, so he simply goes on with what Broca has given him implicit permission to do, and carefully undoes his fly to fish him out.]
[Slender fingers wrap over Broca's cock and give a few slow, testing strokes; the kissing has done work, and if he's not fully brought to arousal yet, that's a problem that can be taken care of quickly. His hand takes its time in feeling him out, since he can't see what he's doing, palm sliding down to cup underneath him and close a soft squeeze against his sack. Matoba's other hand is still rubbing idle strokes against Broca's ear, and subconsciously, the timing of his movements seem to sync up with each other when his hand fists around his cock again to pull with firmer motions.]
[If Broca opens his eyes at any point, he'll find that Matoba's single visible eye has been open, staring back at him all the while. There's a half-lidded heat to it, the cat-like pupil narrowed in scrutiny.]
[ What Broca might come in handy for later? Well, not breaking down doors, apparently, which has been a disappointing revelation to him, as someone who has prided himself on being able to break down a door on more than one occasion in the past.
Though at least the failure this time has led to some interesting results.
There's a satisfied little huff of a sound from Broca as Matoba is cut off from whatever else he was going to say, that is followed up seconds later by a sharper inhale as Matoba gets a hand on him properly. For damn near all of his adult life, soft gestures of physical affection have been missing from Broca's life. He doesn't make attempts to ingratiate himself with others, and while there's still enough there to like that he's made a decent handful of friends, friends don't usually go around petting each other's ears.
... Maybe some do. Broca's friendships have decidedly never involved this kind of act. What's more, his past relationships (if they can be called that, and he admittedly would not) have always existed for a very narrow scope of time and remained purely sexual in nature. Fooling around in a closet is far from the most risqué thing he's done before, and the aggressive kiss feels normal enough by his standard.
But the way that Matoba keeps up the soothing petting of his ears, all the while, subconscious or not, matching it to the way he strokes his cock is getting to Broca more than he'd care to admit to. There's a jarring contrast to the sensations that pulls his focus in different directions and begins to muddle his thoughts as he fills out in Matoba's hand.
His kissing, no less forceful, feels messier now as he presses his tongue against Matoba's lips, still determined to keep him quiet for now. When he does finally crack his eyes open, the pupils look blown, but notably rounded, soft in comparison. For all that Broca is the one with the furry appendages, his eyes are like the majority of Felines from his world, pupils perfectly circular.
Then again, he is more of a tiger than a house cat anyway.
Matoba only gets that returned stare for a few seconds before Broca's eyes slip shut again, and while one hand stays tangled in the hair at Matoba's neck, he reaches out to grab onto Matoba's hip with the other, fingers pressing in with enough force to leave a forming bruise later. ]
[ As Fuuta wobbles like a Weeble, Broca's hand comes to hover in the air hear his shoulder, ready to grab onto him and hold him steady if it looks like he's about to tip too far one way or another. Fortunately for Fuuta, who already seems to be panicking over being called out on having contact with Broca in the first place, he seems to eventually right himself on his own.
Well, mostly having contact. Broca's not sure how to politely tell someone they're death gripping onto your tail, because he's literally never been in this situation before. People don't ask to touch his tail in the first place, much less hold onto it for prolonged periods of time.
He also doesn't know what to do with all this tsun tossed his way suddenly. He's so used to people that are overly honest to the point that it's detrimental to themselves on occasion that this flustering and bluffing is something he can't quite figure out. ]
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[ Oh, Broca has definitely caught on. He's watching Jan like a hawk now, the muscles in his face tense as that tail (that bothered him so much before) hangs by his ankles twitching anxiously.
He doesn't like this. He can't begin to fully understand what's happening here, but he knows for sure he doesn't like it. It's not until the observation is made that his attention flits back down to his own wrist, and he raises it slowly closer to his face. ]
To what?
[ Though as he starts to fuss with the watch's interface, taking just a second to familiarize himself enough with the interface to navigate to the introduction they're given, his jaw tightens impossibly further.
Invited to something that sounds like a whole lot of bullshit is what. ]
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as it is, right now all he can do is just... laugh. helplessly, maybe a little delirious, but he's definitely laughing. ]
Oh stars, this is rich. They really want us out here fucking an entire deck of cards for... what, exactly. A good time? "Any wish our heart desires", huh...
[ jan falls quiet at that, his head thunking back against the wall so he can stare up at the ceiling. he's not even sure what he'd wish for, actually. the system overlord dead, maybe? a better ship? his own ship? it's hard to say. ]
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He closes the interface of his watch, and tightens the tie of his robe, before he starts to move through the room to dig through the few empty drawers this tiny room manages to fit. ]
I'm finding my clothing, and then finding the door.
[ He's only announcing his plan in case this man shares the desire to get the hell out of here after that nonsense they just read. If he wants to stay and play the game though, Broca won't stop him.
But he's still going off the false impression that he can just waltz away from all of this right now. ]
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[ He absolutely did not want that at all, no. He does not want any of what is happening to him right now, and Broca's ears flatten back against his head as far as he can go as he leans away from Levy as Levy leans in.
Somehow it doesn't seem like he'll be offering his name at all.
It's funny, because he's had some rather risqué encounters with a couple of people at this point, but something about this over-familiar intimacy has Broca's hackles raising quicker than anything else. ]
What are you doing?
[ This answers absolutely none of Levy's questions, and responds to none of his comments.
Sorry, man. Broca sadly isn't the friendly sort who loves making friends with others. ]
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[ He cocks his head to the side like that is obvious. However, he pauses to glance at the ears that the young man has. His eyes narrow briefly before fixing on his face once more. It's a friendly smile - because he doesn't sense any Mania from him. ]
I'm Levy. From the East District. [ A slight pause. ] Of DisCity. [ Something tells him that the young man isn't going to recognize what he's saying unless he adds a little more information. But even then - ]
And now we're friends. Shopping buddies!
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But he doesn't need to know Levy's thoughts to fail to follow his lingo! He's already somewhat confused by how confidently Levy's talking about a place he's never heard of before. ]
I have no idea where that is.
[ Oh, and for good measure he needs to also clarify something too. ]
And we're not friends.
[ It's not even said with hostility, well maybe a touch of agitation, but mostly it's said like it's a fact that needed clarification. ]
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[ It's spoken less incredulously and more confirming a fact. His hand slaps over his forehead as he starts to laugh. He can feel his shoulders shake pathetically as he laughs a little harder, but pulls himself together quickly.
The joke is that if no one knows of that city, of where it is, then they also don't know what he is. It's the first time in a long time that he isn't known by others. What a fascinating and opportunistic situation that he's in! ]
Why aren't we friends? Is it because of my laugh? I thought that it was quite fun - a joyous sound of victory and freedom. [ And he has a lie set up for what he means by that, but moves on quickly, quickly, quickly: ] It's no good to go through life in a strange, unknown world without friends, friend.
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[ Broca stays rooted in spot for a moment, watching as Sizhui decides that the best way to get to the bottom of this is through self-testing. Well... it would be self-testing, if the scent of the shampoo happened to mostly affect the person using it.
That's decidedly not the case though, which is exactly why Broca seemed confused by Sizhui's earlier instances.
It's also why Broca freezes up as the scent hits him now, his pupils dilating slightly as the force of fresh and new pheromones begin to fill up the air. ]
Ah...
[ He gets it now. Wow he... he really does get it now, and he actually has to shake his head to try and pull his thoughts back together a bit. ]
i'd say sorry again to broca but
the ah has him pausing, attention flicking toward broca again, his own eyes widening once he realizes that his experimenting has worked... unfortunately(?)
nevertheless, sizhui's rabbit ears draw upward, he straightens partially then lifts a hand in his ah-hah! moment.] I knew it, [comes afterward, triumphant, though not overdoing it on the whole success. he still did sort of make things worse, in a sense, and now they'll have to deal with the consequences that come with it.]
...are you doing alright over there?
You're not even a little bit sorry!
It's an extremely specific lesson that will never apply again, because Broca's learned to be careful with his shampoo selection, and that's assuming that any of the shampoo here is safe to use.
He's wondering about that now, considering the specifications of the game played here, it's not overly surprising that there would be various tools of the trade left around to "help" here, but...
Broca's eyes shut, his nose wrinkling in a pained grimace that doesn't exactly match how other parts of him are reacting to the aroma now wafting through the shared space. A real shame he hadn't bothered to properly cover up first, because it's going to be pretty obvious what the issue is quickly. Though considering this guy had experienced the effects of this before now, it wasn't like he wouldn't be aware...
Still... ]
Depends what you mean by alright.
hand teeter ehhh— yeah no i'm not
nothing should surprise him anymore and yet here they are, regardless, one of them trying much harder to ignore the aphrodisiacal effects. at least that's one thing sizhui has going for him: stimulants aren't entirely new to him in this way. he'd dealt with soaps that had these repercussions and everything had been fine, for the most part. sure, he'd ended up all but tossing himself at another individual, but he'll have better control now . . . right?
his turn to shake his head, half-lidded eyes focusing solely on broca's face because he knows exactly what's going on further down south and, for as long as possible, he's going to remain gentlemanly and not look despite the fact he's also well-aware his own body is suffering from the same reactions.]
My apologies, that was a poorly worded question. [he sighs, brushes both hands over his hair, smoothing the long, soapy strands back and away from his antlers.] Do you understand what I mean now?
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SHAKES HEAD
i will maintain my innocence!!!
x to doubt
x to cancel out x!! (idk)
And then a third x to-- ah... hmm....
i think that might be too convoluted.....
Just maybe
also: bless broca for making the offer first tbqh
Here's here to be overly blunt
tho i am now actually sorry that sizhui accidentally insulted him LMAO it's not you, broca, it's him
Broca insults people plenty. It's deserved
wow ok my sentence could just not stay-- but no, really, I GUESS it's fine then!!
Absolutely fine!
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@malpwactice
[ There are innumerable things people have done in Broca's life that have made him want to deck them, but surprisingly staring at his body isn't one of them. For one thing, unless people are being as obvious about it as Aak has been, there's a good chance he doesn't even notice it most of the time. For another, while he doesn't have the kind of vanity needed to preen under attention like that, he also doesn't take much offense or pay much mind to people's appreciation.
He probably wouldn't this time either if someone hadn't gone and messed around with substances that got them both worked up here.
The shared bathroom space is a decent size, but finding areas in here that are actually private is something of a challenge, and Broca finds his own patience starting to wear thin the longer he looks. He finally decides on a shower stall without anyone immediately milling about right outside, and yanks the curtain open further as he turns to look over his shoulder at Aak. ]
Get in.
[ He really isn't bothering to do little pointless things like actually take the time to explain any of what he's doing right now. ]
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[... well, he's too distracted by other things to really think about it too much.]
[He follows Broca's course, hardly paying attention to where or how far they're walking. Broca may have tied the towel tightly but there was still plenty of skin and musculature to look at. The only shame Aak shows is holding that wet towel in place to cover his own hard-on. Although, he's considering abandoning that plan. The towel probably still had a strong scent to it and looking but not touching is kind of agonizing.]
[Before he can get more perverse with that line of thought, Broca's telling him to get in and,]
Got it, dude! [scurrying in to the relative privacy of the shower stall.]
[It's only once he's in that he considers how small the space is and what it might feel like with the two of them in there. Pressing his palm against the wall of the stall he chuckles nervously. If Broca wasn't going to explain, then Aak was just going to assume the- worst? Best? He's making some assumptions.]
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The one that Broca is definitely following him into right now, before pulling the curtain closed, and canting his head to the side for a moment to listen to the sound of others passing by this area. Not exactly something he could continuously prevent or stop for if things really get going, but he at least has the basic decency not to start getting up to anything with an uninvolved party standing just five feet away.
After a few agonizingly dragged out seconds of this, he deems it quiet enough to turn his attention back on Aak, and the relatively small stall that he's ushered them into.
Explanations have been non-existent up to this point, and even now Broca seems perfectly content to really give the bare minimum in the way of explaining himself as he finally makes a vague comment about his plan here. ]
It'd probably be easier to stay standing.
[ A very vague comment. ]
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[... his chest is right there. He got to feel from the back but not from the front. He could probably untie the towel, too. No, that would definitely be too detectable. Acting without a plan was what got him here in the first place! But was getting here actually a good thing?]
Oh. Yeah, if we tried sitting you'd probably get a leg cramp. [Since Broca was huge, after all...]
... So, [even with his heartg beating out of his chest, it's his nature to talk casually] Should I be facing this way, or?...
[he turns his shoulder a bit. It's no like he has experience knowing which is the better of the two. He just feels the need to ask to try and show he knows the difference.]
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@unreserving
[ Do you ever sit down next to someone only to immediately regret that choice?
Broca's feeling that right now as Midnight starts talking about wine with names that have Broca's nose wrinkling in distaste (though not all of them are as sweet as the names seem to imply), and then to throw in a darling on top of that...
Broca's not too bothered by whatever nicknames people decide to use for him, but it seems operator Midnight is... quite a lot to handle. Especially with drinks in him.
Which is why Broca accepts the glass slid towards him. It's hard to say if he's even going to drink this, but he thinks he should probably prevent Midnight from drinking more.
Now where to start with everything that was just said to him? ]
I haven't been here that long.
wow this tdm sure seems popular
[ Midnight laughs. He is so happy to let Broca deliberate over his drink. It's so nice to see a familiar face.
He lays his head on his arm and his arm on the counter. Oooh, he has certainly spent all of his tokens at this one establishment. It's nice, reminds him of Lungmen. ]
Yeah, it really went wild, huh?
With some exceptions made for those deep within the throes of Oripathy.
Some people could actually afford to put on rose tinted glasses every once in a while, and Broca is one of those people. Though maybe being cynical is needed right now to help out this clearly drunk man. ]
Mmm... It's been the same amount of time for me.
[ Terse, to the point, lacking the charm of reminiscing. ]
How much did you drink before I showed up?
[ And a real buzzkill on top of everything else. Come on, Broca, chill a bit! ]
may the odds be ever in your favor 🫡
Yours as well!
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@travailler
[ His... his kitty claws. The pained look on Broca's face at that particular turn of phrase doesn't indicate he has become any more inclined to sink his kitty claws anywhere right now.
The change of direction from her wanting to break down the door, to her insisting they don't is really--
Actually that part reminds him a little bit of a friend of his who would change his mind at the drop of a hat too. But it doesn't make Broca sound any less baffled when he points out something here. ]
You were the one that wanted to force your way out?
[ He's at least no longer making moves towards the door with intent to destroy it. ]
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[There is nothing feminine about it; her mind is chaotic and tumultuous, unique to her]
Y'know, not at least pretending you're considering it is doing to do irreparable damage to my delicate psyche. If you want to bust down the door, you should be all 'No, I must resist! This is not the appropriate situation to kiss a lady, no matter how beautiful and rad! I must protect your honor!' or something like that.
[Her 'delicate psyche' is anything but and she will be fine.]
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Not in the closet, mind you (though that's a good question too), but having this particular conversation given how this all started.
He could reassure her that it's nothing personal. He could play along with what she apparently wants now. However... ]
Do you have honor to protect?
[ The worst part isn't that wording of the question sounds rude and dismissive. The worst part is he still sounds genuinely confused and unsure about all of this, which gives the painful suggestion that he's dead serious in his asking.
This man has self admitted to never having had a girlfriend before. Does it show? ]
@worldbent
[ One thing is for certain here, Broca cannot accuse this man of being too subtle with his intentions at this point. The surprise nature of the kiss had immediately set him on the defensive, and while there wasn't much more in the way of a preamble to this overly friendly move, the downward creep of the hand had at least allowed him time to prepare himself.
He can absolutely fault Matoba for being joltingly forward and smug about this whole affair in a way that sets Broca's teeth on edge though. Broca has always enjoyed the company of people who are ruthlessly blunt, like his friend Aosta, or disarmingly open, like his friend Chiave. The type that will tell you exactly what they're thinking at all times, which doesn't seem to be Matoba's M.O. given how much he's been acting without warning.
Though the fact that Matoba's doing a lot of small nudging and coaxing to get the reactions he wants out of Broca remain unnoticed, so he's not getting stamped with a schemer label just yet.
Maybe for the best, because Broca might not be as ready and willing to shift in Matoba's touch if he had. There will still be an irritated snort of dissatisfaction at the comment implying Broca might be the type to come too soon. The vocalized irritation does nothing to disguise the fact that with a hand now on him it was clear that the kiss had, in fact, had some notable effect on Broca.
The fingers wrapped around the back of Matoba's neck loosen as Broca murmurs back a response to that question. ]
Not a fan of being interrupted.
[ Leaving the real question unanswered as his hand slides up Matoba's neck so he can tangle his fingers in the hair at Matoba's nape as he drags him back into a harsher, bruising kiss. ]
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[Who knows what Broca might come in handy for, where else this budding acquaintanceship may lead?]
[When it's convenient for Matoba to speak he will speak, and when it's convenient for him to keep quiet, he will keep quiet... But sometimes, even he can let a little honesty slip. Like when he laughs softly to Broca's comments, which always seem to be the driest reactions. He laughs because he is charmed. It's cute when men are honest in situations where they'd be better off not.]
Then perhaps-- [He tries to speak when fingers loosen at his neck, but they tighten him back into the kiss just as quickly. Muffled, he finishes,] ...Th'tim'r...
[Well, he'll figure it out. Matoba is actually enjoying the violence of his kiss too much to pull away from it, so he simply goes on with what Broca has given him implicit permission to do, and carefully undoes his fly to fish him out.]
[Slender fingers wrap over Broca's cock and give a few slow, testing strokes; the kissing has done work, and if he's not fully brought to arousal yet, that's a problem that can be taken care of quickly. His hand takes its time in feeling him out, since he can't see what he's doing, palm sliding down to cup underneath him and close a soft squeeze against his sack. Matoba's other hand is still rubbing idle strokes against Broca's ear, and subconsciously, the timing of his movements seem to sync up with each other when his hand fists around his cock again to pull with firmer motions.]
[If Broca opens his eyes at any point, he'll find that Matoba's single visible eye has been open, staring back at him all the while. There's a half-lidded heat to it, the cat-like pupil narrowed in scrutiny.]
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Though at least the failure this time has led to some interesting results.
There's a satisfied little huff of a sound from Broca as Matoba is cut off from whatever else he was going to say, that is followed up seconds later by a sharper inhale as Matoba gets a hand on him properly. For damn near all of his adult life, soft gestures of physical affection have been missing from Broca's life. He doesn't make attempts to ingratiate himself with others, and while there's still enough there to like that he's made a decent handful of friends, friends don't usually go around petting each other's ears.
... Maybe some do. Broca's friendships have decidedly never involved this kind of act. What's more, his past relationships (if they can be called that, and he admittedly would not) have always existed for a very narrow scope of time and remained purely sexual in nature. Fooling around in a closet is far from the most risqué thing he's done before, and the aggressive kiss feels normal enough by his standard.
But the way that Matoba keeps up the soothing petting of his ears, all the while, subconscious or not, matching it to the way he strokes his cock is getting to Broca more than he'd care to admit to. There's a jarring contrast to the sensations that pulls his focus in different directions and begins to muddle his thoughts as he fills out in Matoba's hand.
His kissing, no less forceful, feels messier now as he presses his tongue against Matoba's lips, still determined to keep him quiet for now. When he does finally crack his eyes open, the pupils look blown, but notably rounded, soft in comparison. For all that Broca is the one with the furry appendages, his eyes are like the majority of Felines from his world, pupils perfectly circular.
Then again, he is more of a tiger than a house cat anyway.
Matoba only gets that returned stare for a few seconds before Broca's eyes slip shut again, and while one hand stays tangled in the hair at Matoba's neck, he reaches out to grab onto Matoba's hip with the other, fingers pressing in with enough force to leave a forming bruise later. ]
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@pyrolyzed
[ As Fuuta wobbles like a Weeble, Broca's hand comes to hover in the air hear his shoulder, ready to grab onto him and hold him steady if it looks like he's about to tip too far one way or another. Fortunately for Fuuta, who already seems to be panicking over being called out on having contact with Broca in the first place, he seems to eventually right himself on his own.
Well, mostly having contact. Broca's not sure how to politely tell someone they're death gripping onto your tail, because he's literally never been in this situation before. People don't ask to touch his tail in the first place, much less hold onto it for prolonged periods of time.
He also doesn't know what to do with all this tsun tossed his way suddenly. He's so used to people that are overly honest to the point that it's detrimental to themselves on occasion that this flustering and bluffing is something he can't quite figure out. ]
I didn't know you were tired?
[ Poor guy sounds genuinely confused here. ]