w5 curfew: take me to spurch i'll twerk like a rat at the shrine of your shirts

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[frotag]

[ help

yeah sure let's do it ]

[naeddre]

[help well surprise he touches that and gets the sensation of being whipped on the back around. i don't know, let's go with 20-30 times.

she startles away, though she doesn't look like she, specifically, is in any pain. but it does hurt! it hurts like a whip!]

[frotag]

[ well, the pain itself isn't new to ichiban—have you seen his back? intricate ink like his hurts... but he does wrest his hand away like he's touched a hot pan, then looks away guiltily. ]

Ah—... sorry.

[naeddre]

[that's fair though i am not sure that being jesus whipped and being tattooed is exactly the same but it doesn't matter, it still hurts

she turns to look at him, frowning.]

... No, I'm sorry. Did it hurt? [):]

[frotag]

[ I MEAN. SHE ALSO KNOWS HE HAS HAD MAXIMUM PAIN it's fine they're ok now. but he just shakes his head. ]

You know that pain is whatever to me, Necchan—... I just kinda hate that you had to go through whatever caused that.

[naeddre]

[she makes a dismissive noise.]

... It's alright. It didn't hurt me. [probably] Be careful not to touch my skin just in case.

[but he can come drape if he wants! she's not against it]

[frotag]

I just gotta be careful of scars next time.

[ and this time, he is! he rests his chin on the seat back again and places his hand on her shoulder... unless you fuckin say she now has rust on her shoulder too in which case fuck us both i guess ]

[naeddre]

[yeah he gets another explosion

no it's fine this time. she rests her hand on top of his when he settles.]

... Dog park would've been nice, but I will be insisting on a soft place to sleep next week.

[frotag]

Yeah... I can sleep anywhere, but even I'll admit nothing beats a proper mattress, heh.