[It appears that Hiling is in one of those moods again. With excess energy to burn, she wants to play and today her sights are on Regene. He just happened to be there, so she just decided she wanted him and she always gets what she wants. Quietly making her way toward the couch, she attempts to sneak up behind him.]
[ The couch. His longtime companion, one that he doesn't find inferior or in possession of far too much loyalty to certain wrong ways of doing things. It's not like he especially cherishes his time with the couch, but he does somewhat enjoy solitude. More than he enjoys time with Hiling, anyway. Which is why, when she approaches (albeit quietly), he attempts to very quickly find a way to avoid this. Unfortunately, not only can he think of nothing to do, but he probably wastes the time that he could have spent leaving...sitting there and thinking of how to leave. Shame, really. ]
{ ooc; kdsjfas oh my god i'm sorry in advance but i'm...really rusty and kind of just did this on a whim, so pardon any slowness on my part /o\ }
[Too late. Hiling rests a delicate hand on his shoulder as she leans in. For now it's just there as a reminder, but if he so much as moves, it might be less pleasant. The feeling is quite mutual. In fact, one can practically sense the contempt projected at him. But that wouldn't stop her from having a bit of fun with him anyway.]
Am I interrupting something?
{ ooc: no worries! I'm just here for the lulz :3 }
[ He has the distinct feeling that she has no concern whatsoever as to whether or not she actually is interrupting. It's because of this that Regene frowns slightly, tensing as she does make contact with him. ]
That's never stopped you before.
[ His tone is light, but the words are more of an indication of how he feels than anything else. He might have asked her what she wants, but he doesn't entirely want an answer. ]
[To say she is invading his personal space would suggest he is entitled to privacy. Hiling certainly doesn't think so. As far as she is concerned, Ribbons' is the only opinion that matters. As his code-twin, she gets special privileges she is not shy about flaunting. Her hand moves slowly up his neck and runs through his hair. Taking his curly locks in between her fingers, she grips tightly and pulls his head back to look at him.]
[ Her choice of words is an irritation in itself; as though he isn't doing anything already. Fixing their mistakes, at the very least. However, it's the intent behind them, combined with the less subtle pain of her actions, in which he finds a more immediate annoyance-- one he reacts to with a slight twitch in his expression. As much as he doesn't want to give her the satisfaction, this is nowhere near comfortable, let alone enjoyable. ]
You can find someone else to help you with that, can't you?
What's that? You want me to invite someone else to join us?
[Still holding him in place, her fingers brush lightly against his exposed throat on their way down to unfasten his collar. She has no intention of leaving or letting him go any time soon. One way or another, he is going to have to deal with her.]
[Her eyes narrow slightly as he pushes her away, but she only takes it as a challenge. She lets go of him and circles around to the other side of the couch. As if to answer his question, her pants are conspicuously absent and she doesn't even seem to notice. The top is enough to cover her, but just barely. She climbs onto the couch and begins to crawl toward him.]
[ No shame whatsoever. He raises an eyebrow as she approaches; how she wants to get rid of her boredom is no secret-- no challenge, here. She's never been so subtle about her intentions. ]
[Without warning or even giving him a chance to respond, she tries to pin his arms, going for his collar with her teeth this time. There's no stopping her now. Even when her mind is on other things, she can't resist an opportunity to taunt him.]
[ Jealous. Of whatever trust he may place in her-- or appears to-- but he wouldn't want the connection they have. If they were closer than they were, it might be dangerous.
This, too, is potentially dangerous.
He doesn't bother speaking as she does this, arguing won't get him anywhere when she's like this. (And neither will fighting; he perhaps knows that better, though he'll still try. Losing a struggle like this is invariably less of a painful loss than the one she seems more eager to win, and if he can strike against her at all, it may be somewhat worth it.) Though he's not in much of a position to fight, he does pull back from her advances, though more carefully than he perhaps should-- though he's not submitting, he doesn't know what she'll do. A loss of momentum would easily put her in a position he doesn't want her in. ]
[If she can manage to straddle him, she thinks she'll have an advantage. As she does, she maintains her hold, pulling back on him when he resists. The struggle is half the fun for her. Part of it is mental as well. She's doing this for her own benefit, not his, and she'll do anything in her power to stay in control. Leaning in close as she can get to his ear, she continues.]
It's obvious. You want what I have, only with Tieria. But you know you can't, so you should be grateful for any attention you do get.
[She tightens her grip, her fingers digging into his arms. Shifting her weight, she tries to force him down onto his back. She may be smaller than him, but she is confident her will is stronger.]
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{ ooc; kdsjfas oh my god i'm sorry in advance but i'm...really rusty and kind of just did this on a whim, so pardon any slowness on my part /o\ }
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Am I interrupting something?
{ ooc: no worries! I'm just here for the lulz :3 }
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That's never stopped you before.
[ His tone is light, but the words are more of an indication of how he feels than anything else. He might have asked her what she wants, but he doesn't entirely want an answer. ]
{ ooc; awesome-possum!! }
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I'm bored. Why don't you make yourself useful?
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You can find someone else to help you with that, can't you?
[ He sounds almost bored, himself. ]
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[Still holding him in place, her fingers brush lightly against his exposed throat on their way down to unfasten his collar. She has no intention of leaving or letting him go any time soon. One way or another, he is going to have to deal with her.]
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Do you have any shame at all?
[ He thinks he might already know the answer; frowning, he reaches up to push her hand away from his clothes. ]
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What fun is that?
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Does he think it's fun?
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[Without warning or even giving him a chance to respond, she tries to pin his arms, going for his collar with her teeth this time. There's no stopping her now. Even when her mind is on other things, she can't resist an opportunity to taunt him.]
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This, too, is potentially dangerous.
He doesn't bother speaking as she does this, arguing won't get him anywhere when she's like this. (And neither will fighting; he perhaps knows that better, though he'll still try. Losing a struggle like this is invariably less of a painful loss than the one she seems more eager to win, and if he can strike against her at all, it may be somewhat worth it.) Though he's not in much of a position to fight, he does pull back from her advances, though more carefully than he perhaps should-- though he's not submitting, he doesn't know what she'll do. A loss of momentum would easily put her in a position he doesn't want her in. ]
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It's obvious. You want what I have, only with Tieria. But you know you can't, so you should be grateful for any attention you do get.
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I don't need your attention.
[ He attempts to sit up, to push against her without his arms. ]
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[She tightens her grip, her fingers digging into his arms. Shifting her weight, she tries to force him down onto his back. She may be smaller than him, but she is confident her will is stronger.]
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