012 // video/action for Violet

[futariniousama]

[ Hello, Johto! Here is a purple blob attached to the screen for your viewing pleasure. It smiles (highly questionably), then slides off the lens, revealing -

bright red peep-toe stilettos and long (long) shapely legs, coming together beneath a not-so-modest denim miniskirt. The 'Gear slides closer, bit by bit, until all you can see are those

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[usedlaserbeam]

[That blob + those legs + that message = ...oh, boy.

To seek out or not to seek out. That is the question.]

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[futariniousama]

[ The blue screen flickers back on, and the white text spells out: ]

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[ The screen goes black, and when it resumes, the feed is being filtered, courtesy of Niou's Porygon-Z, who seems to vastly enjoy video editing, as well.

When Niou comes into view, he's adjusting his convincingly fake chest, watching himself in the mirror. Hearts and sparkles scatter around the edges of the feed, and a loud doki overlays the audio for a second. A harp chimes when Niou turns toward the camera.

The extra effects fade, and he smiles with glossy lips and speaks in a husky, flirtatious alto. ]

Yeeeeahgyuu.

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[usedlaserbeam]

[And slowly but surely, the pieces start falling into place. What colors go with his eyes. The nail salon. Couple that with the emotional state he knows Niou's been in lately and his own recent arrival, and it paints a fairly vivid, albeit head-shaking, picture.]

That's quite an outfit. Are you looking to impress someone today, Niou-san?

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[futariniousama]

[ Niou giggles, his hand drifting up to play with the necklace he's wearing. ]

Only everyone. Is it working?

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[usedlaserbeam]

You should already know I don't impress easily.

[Or at least, that he's very good at suspending it when it comes to an antic of Niou's. Because objectively speaking, there's really no denying he makes a highly impressive girl, in many senses of the word.]

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[futariniousama]

[ Quick as you please, that expression falls into a pout, neatly-plucked eyebrows knitting together in dismay. ]

Mou... come to my room, then. [ The mischief is back, curving his lips. ] I'll impress you then.

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[usedlaserbeam]

[There are at least a dozen reasons why taking Niou up on that offer would be an incredibly bad idea, and they're currently cycling through his head as he takes in the sight of that pout, the lip gloss, the effect. It's asking for trouble if he does. Indulging Niou usually means trouble.

But it's still indulging Niou.

Which is probably why he's disappearing from the camera for a minute to get his shoes on.]

Are you sure it's all right? I'd hate to intrude on a lady's personal space.

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[futariniousama]

[ His lips curve sharper, in triumph now. There's a smug hitch to one of those eyebrows. ]

Of course it's all right. I invited you, didn't I?

[ Without waiting for an answer - ]

I'll leave the door unlocked. Don't keep me waiting.

[ And he ends the feed. ]

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[usedlaserbeam]

[The distance to Niou's room isn't particularly great, but it's still a fair amount of time before Yagyuu's knock sounds on the door-because invited or not, he wouldn't be the Gentleman if he didn't keep to proper forms, whether out of sheer stubbornness or otherwise. And perhaps it's strange that he took so long when he's usually so punctual, but the reason for it quickly becomes clear as he twists the knob and lets himself into Niou's room

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[futariniousama]

[ By the time Yagyuu arrives, Niou's put all the finishing touches on, and he's stretched out on the bed like a pinup girl, if more fully clothed than the average. One shoe dangles tantalizingly from an upraised foot, and he toys with his hair, browsing the network on his 'Gear as he waits.

At the sound of the knock, Niou rolls his eyes and sets the 'Gear aside, turning to look over his shoulder at the door. ]

I thought I told you-

[ Despite himself, he stops short when he catches sight of his partner. Not that he's never seen Yagyuu well-dressed, but a three-piece suit is a little classier than usual, and Niou really can't deny that he looks good.

So this is the way they're playing, is it? Niou lets a smile slink across his glossy lips. ]

My, my. Someone's overdressed~ ♫

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[usedlaserbeam]

[The truth is, Yagyuu had anticipated he might discover something like the scene he does when he steps in the door-this is Niou, after all, and with a game in full swing, a provocative pose was only to be expected-but knowing it was coming doesn't do much to lessen the impact. It's more than just a convincing illusion; if he didn't know better, he might easily have taken his partner for a complete stranger. And an enticing one, at that.

When he knows Niou is watching, Yagyuu gives him a slow, deliberate once-over from his position across the room. He'd gone to all the trouble of posing so deliberately; it's only fair to give him the admiration it warrants.]

I was told I'd be impressed. I'd hate to disappoint in return.

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[futariniousama]

[ It would be nice if he could ignore the warm feeling that crawls, uninvited, up his spine and down into his stomach when Yagyuu looks him over so intently. He can't, but he can sure as hell pretend.

He keeps his smile on, sucks his lower lip in just so - just barely - and looks Yagyuu over, himself, letting his eyes linger in only the most inappropriate of places. When he finally meets his eyes again, his smile grows playful. ]

Colour me impressed, then.

[ Slowly, with all the elegance he normally keeps at bay, he pushes himself to his hands and knees, stretching slowly forward, then back, like a cat. Once unwound, he sits back on his heels, still looking over his shoulder. ]

You gonna come sit down?

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[usedlaserbeam]

[He takes a moment to find a convenient resting place for his suit jacket, which has the beneficial side effect of buying him that moment to mentally regroup. Niou excels at provocation; Yagyuu's the one responsible for drawing the game out as long as he can. And it is a game, he reminds himself, an old familiar one like back home, which is reassuring when it comes to Niou's mood but dangerous when it comes to the current encounter.]

I'm flattered to have the approval of such an attractive woman.

[Because he's not, it's an illusion, and naming it as such helps as he makes his slow approach, aiming for a destination near the bed that will keep a reasonably respectable distance between them. For the moment, at least.]

You're full of invitations today.

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[futariniousama]

[ All slow smiles, he shifts his legs from beneath him so he's sitting on the edge of the bed, crossing one over the other. He's sure he has Yagyuu's undivided and unduly wary attention; he just wishes he could tell how deep he's cut already. However badly he may have rattled Yagyuu thus far, he's sure it's not as much as he'd like. ]

Well, you don't seem to want to take the initiative, so I don't really have a choice, do I?

[ His pout is affected, but pointed: are you going to change that? He's always vastly preferred Yagyuu to lead the way, and now is no different. In fact, in the mindset of his more feminine self, he's even more eager to see Yagyuu take charge. ]

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[usedlaserbeam]

[Rattled isn't precisely the word, not yet; suspicious might be one, wary another. And curious, intrigued, fascinated-any one of them would be an appropriate way to round his mixed emotions out. He can't say what are you up to, Niou-kun? without throwing away the game, but it certainly runs through his mind more than once as he comes to a halt at the side of the bed. And fortunately, he doesn't have to wait long for his answer.]

I'm still waiting to be impressed.

[He says it in such a way that there's no mistaking the challenge: earn it.]

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[futariniousama]

[ He looks up at Yagyuu, his eyes sharpening. Like the rest of their team, Niou isn't one to waver in the face of a challenge. In fact, as far as he's concerned, that's an invitation in its own right, and he'll treat it as such.

Can he impress Yagyuu as a girl? He's sure of it. The illusion is complete enough, convincing enough, that he's perfectly confident in it. But if he can impress him - rattle him, intrigue him - with the illusion only half-standing... that would be an inarguable victory.

He reaches out, slow and deliberate, and unbuttons Yagyuu's waistcoat with deft, delicate fingers. His hand promptly steals beneath it to grab his tie, pulling Yagyuu forward a step. When he speaks, his voice is not quite his own - it's low, quite intentionally masculine, with a hint of the seductive huskiness from his girl voice. ]

Demanding, aren't you?