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[gloriousayame]

Who: Ayame, Cain
What: Meeting to give ayame the antidote
When: At night, after malik and cain meet and ayame and shigure shop, but before the f ight
Where: The hotel from about a week ago.
Rating: ... adult levels later on?

Warning: AYAME IS GETTING NOCKED UP. YOU DUN WANNA SEE IT, DUN READ. (cain:male X female:ayame)

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[face_downcast]

It took Cain slightly longer than he'd thought it would to get there. Perhaps it was because he'd spent so long celebrating his victory over the gender-bending plight. Admittedly, his idea of celebrating had been brewing up an entire pot of tea for himself. Not exactly the most exciting of things, but it had felt so nice to be back in his old body again that he'd nearly sent himself into a panic attack and the tea had become necessary.

A small bottle of the antidote was in his pocket as he knocked on the hotel room door, brushing his hair back from his eyes. He'd almost missed the damn bangs. Funny how things worked.

"Ayame, are you in...?"

[gloriousayame]

"Yes, I'm here~! Come on in~!" Ayame called. He had been changing into a new shirt. He really didn't feel much shame around cain, as long as he was somewhat covered. He still did not have the shirt on yet when he called out to cain to come in.

In a Lovely dark skirt that hugged his hips and flowed down, and another dark colored shirt in his hands. Ayame fiddled with the buttons. He loved clothing, but sometimes getting dressed and undressed could be troublesome. His back was to cain when cain walked in.

Ayame was slender, but not bony and jaggad, but soft and smooth curves and figure. The scar, just slightly peeping above the skirt line. His hair, falling down to his waist, gently contrasting but blending in nicely with the light toned skin. The only thing covering Ayame's upper half being a bra. And even from a mostly behind look, you could tell ayame was not large, but endowed enough brest-wise to be pleasing to the eye.

[face_downcast]

Pushing the door open, the young man had to admit that he liked what he saw. Ayame had always been beautiful. Still, there was something so much more comfortable in his Victorian mind about lusting after a woman than lusting after a man. His mindset rarely stopped him from lusting after much of anyone, and yet... being newly made male again and seeing such an appealing female image...

"Don't bother with the shirt," Cain purred quietly, slipping the door shut behind himself as he entered the room, a properly pleased smirk gracing his lips.

[gloriousayame]

Ayame couldn't help but chuckle and turn partially to smile to Cain. Much more feminine than before. His golden eyes sparkling with amusement, but he also noticed cains lust tinted gaze. It sent a happy little shiver up ayames being.

"Is it that you like what you see? Or is it that you don't like the shirt?" Ayame asked, playing with the idea. He had always been a flirt, always playing games, but it was all in good spirits of course.