Shed Your Skin / Begin Again

[tastes_of_honey]

::Schu's eyes look a bit dazed, and he has a gauze pad taped to the side of his neck.::

Farfarello returned. My Farfarello. Or kind of not really my Farfarello, never has been

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[cursed_bird]

::too furious to trust Radio Schwarz::

Don't hope. Not for him. Either rebreak him to the leash or put him down.

[tastes_of_honey]

Brad's pondering those two possibilities himself. Farf could be useful, but Brad was in a rage about the mindgames he's playing on me.

I'm tired of only getting a version of what I want that kicks me in the teeth.

::Schu still looks a bit off, having spent a night embraced by insane grief and rage.::

[cursed_bird]

::gently:: Perhaps that is the nature of the things ye want, love.

[tastes_of_honey]

That I want the impossible or that I want things that hurt me? The first sounds better than the second, and it's more consistent with my character.

::pouts in a way that isn't as playful as his usual::

[killwithmymind]

Nagi's reaction to this is rather... complicated. That means his expression is more closed off than he usually is with Schu. "How badly did you get hurt?"

[tastes_of_honey]

I have the bite on my neck and some bruises. Brad busted in before Farf and I really threw down. I'm more annoyed that he assumed I was his designated comfort fucktoy. I'm annoyed about him coming back just to use us in general.

[killwithmymind]

Anger is starting to win out throught he muddle in Nagi's head, since he doesn't seem to need to worry. "What does he want to use you for?"

[tastes_of_honey]

He got used to having a bedpartner and steady sex from his witchy kind-of wife, and he misses that since he killed her. We were teammates with benefits back in the day, and I'm a famed slut, so he figured he could install himself in my bed and fuck with me to take the edge off. Bastard never thought for a second I'd say no or that it would be a lasting no. If I didn't immediately go for it, he'd just touch and lust at me until I got dragged in.