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[desiresbadtouch]

[Oh my, is this your bedroom? Oops~]

[And is this your bed? And are you in it? And were you expecting a visitor to ever so lightly climb in with you?]

[Because that's what's going on. Right now, in fact.]

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[pleasurestease]

[What is this fuckery. Shoving at his face sleepily, waking up rather easily.]

Cyril, get out.

[desiresbadtouch]

[Shoved, but not really budging. In fact, trying to flop down next to Tyki.]

Now why would I do that when I just arrived?

[pleasurestease]

[You can flop but he's getting up out of bed.]

Because it's my bed for one.

[desiresbadtouch]

[Reaching to try to tug him back down.]

Do stay. You're always rushing off.

[bookxsprout]

[Oh there is something warm in my bed, snuggling up to whatever it is. This is SAFE.]

[desiresbadtouch]

[Of course, perfectly safe. The way those large hands slide up and around your skinny little ribs and that warm weight next to you are not dangerous at all.]

[booksprout]

[When I wake up I am going to castrate you &hearts But for now I'm being a very cuddly sleeper and move to lie on top of you, mumbling lightly.]

[desiresbadtouch]

[Assuming you wake up. He's not particularly fond of your sort, Allen. You've stolen the heart of his precious little girl.]

[continuetopray]

[Tired grumbling into his pillow, I AM NOT GETTING UP] M'na go back t'bed. Sleep time.

[desiresbadtouch]

[Mana is it? He runs a hand gently through Phillip's hair, crouching over him so the man is trapped under his arms and legs. He keeps his grip on the hair loose, for now.]

Shh, you don't want to wake him.

[continuetopray]

[Was mumbling something about nightmares and learning to deal with it BUT OH YOU'RE NOT MY BROTHER, jerking up. Or. Trying to, at least.] Fucking- Cyril???

[desiresbadtouch]

[And the grip in his hair tightens to painful now.]

Just Cyril, sweetie.

[historicspirit]

[Blinks, slowly raising his head-

Holy fuck there's a person in here MAD GROPING FOR HIS EYEPATCH. He will get to kicking the pervert out in a minute, priorities people.]

[desiresbadtouch]

[Reaching to catch those hands before they find anything, and pin them above the redhead.]

What's the panic, little apprentice?

[historicspirit]

[FML, squeezing his eye shut and thrashing about. Absolutely no fighting skill here, this is pure reflexive kicking like a punk] GET OUT OF MY ROOM BLOODY HELL I DID NOT ORDER RAPIST!!

[desiresbadtouch]

[Easily pinning him then.]

Such vulgar insults. You truly wound me.

[cengjingfeiguo]

[ eyes flying open at the sudden intrusion and swiftly aiming a kick at your face. Ever heard of knocking, Noah? ]

[desiresbadtouch]

[Knocking ruins the surprise. But he does get kicked in the face.]

[cengjingfeiguo]

[ and after the initial reaction comes a sense of confusion and disbelief (but not regret, though. No regret is spared for molesters like you). ] What - who are you?

[desiresbadtouch]

[That's so harsh, Lena.] Ah, I suppose we haven't officially met. ♥