[CLOSED] "Dance and we turn, my lashes are dry, purple teardrops I cry..."
Characters: Luppi (ivy-girl) & Cirucci Thunderwitch (swallow_wing)
Content: Cirucci and Luppi, to celebrate the ruining of Leo's plane, get have a little private party.
Setting: The Silvana, Luppi's room.
Time: Backdated to after Luppi's a little bit more recovered following this log and this one. Late evening.
Warnings: Cirucci, Luppi, alcohol. There's the ( Read more... )
Content: Cirucci and Luppi, to celebrate the ruining of Leo's plane, get have a little private party.
Setting: The Silvana, Luppi's room.
Time: Backdated to after Luppi's a little bit more recovered following this log and this one. Late evening.
Warnings: Cirucci, Luppi, alcohol. There's the ( Read more... )
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Cirucci smirked, waiting for the fop to poke his head out. She knew something was astray, that Luppi had fucked something up so gloriously, but unfortunately she did not have the full story to her disposal. Still--oh, was she gloating.
And yet she had dressed in black, again. Oh, no, not that formless monstrosity she decked earlier: this dress still had her characteristic swells of material, and she had worn it to that party after Zhang He spearheaded the ship's makeover. Luppi had said he liked her, in black. She supposed she could humor him this one time.
Cirucci had brought her own drinks, packed neatly in a tote bag she had lying around (truthfully, she had decided to 'freshen up' the sad looking thing, clipping on cute little accessories like pins and ribbons). She hummed to herself quietly as she waited for Luppi to open the door, crossing and uncrossing one ankle from the front of her other.
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Still! At the knock on the door, he gave his room a final once over and answered it, pulling it open just a crack to begin with to make sure that it was his guest and not somebody else who might want his Cabin Boy-ish services at that obnoxious hour.
Ah! It was her! "About tiiiime~" He chirped, somehow finding the energy and will to sound upbeat and happy despite all that had happened.
Ooh! Her dress! That certainly caught his eye, but he wouldn't be nice enough to mention it. Ah! That's a point! He grinned at the thought that crossed his mind. The flowersOutside of her view, behind the door, he grabbed the bunch of Magnolias and stepped back to open it properly, to let her in and allow her to see the pretty, promised floral gift ( ... )
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She waited for him to comment on the dress. Normally, she dressed (mainly) for herself, and she still was, but--she was expecting something out of the fop, some show of appreciation. Cirucci frowned at his silence, taking a step inside as he opened the door wide ( ... )
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They hadn't been cheap, so the Privaron had better like them, but they were pretty. He had to admit that much.
He clutched the over-decorated tote bag to himself when she thrust it at him and felt a momentary wave of horror as she cast her critical eye over his room. Time for a change of subject.
"That's a nice dress~," he told her, not saying it just to humour her.
Well, with that dark purple hair, the complimenting shade of her eyes and the colour of her lipstick, the black did look rather good.
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Her arms flung out, flailing around before latching on his wrists, trying to tug him down to the bed. "Lup-piii~!" His name rolled off her tongue so easily, partly because she was beginning to find it such a fun name to repeat. She shot a leg out to kick him away if he tried to attack her again.
"Dun mess up my hair!" If she could manage, she'd tug hard on a chunk of his, hopefully assisting in pulling him down to the bed.
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When she grabbed his wrists, he tried to flail. Okay, so it was a very sad attempt at a flail, but it was still an attempt, at least. Of course, it worked at pulling him down. Tipsy, light and flailing anyway, he hit the bed with an 'oof!' using the pillow as a shield.
Now it was war.
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"And y'are too. I bet the first time you tried she didn't even feel it." Cirucci cackled, almost losing her balance as she did. Her hands searched for his hips, in order to tackle him that way. She insistently tried to pull him down on his side.
Granted, her palms accidentally slipped partly onto his ass, but she removed them as promptly as a drunk could. Now Luppi would probably, ugh, think things, but she'd just slap his actual cheek if he took it too far.
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"HEY! That's not fair! You have no idea!" He shrieked, a whine tingeing his voice as he struggled to turn onto his back, so he could glare up at her. Arguing as much more effective when you were face to face with the person you were directing insults and counter-arguments at, really.
"And stop touching my butt!" He added, managing to manoeuvre himself into turning beneath her.
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