Dreamland (round 3)

[foundationmods]

[A strange house of some sort sits in the pitch black nothingness that exists around it. For those just now wandering in, they will be drawn to the building, finding it lit up in a way that it should not be. It's as if the whole area- house, yard, fence, and giant sakura tree- all give off their own light, and the newly-arrived are drawn to it like a moth to the flame.

Inside the boundary of the yard, the familiar faces of those who have passed on already will greet them. Depending on who is asked, they might give an accurate explanation. But even if they don't, one thing is clear: you don't want to leave this place. The area outside feels Dangerous, and it is probably best to stay put.

Fortunately, the house is built in an old style, and there are many rooms to explore. One room on the second floor seems locked, but the rest are open to explore as desired. The standard rooms are easy to find: kitchen, a W.C. and a bathroom, a sitting room of some sort, and a couple bedrooms (with plenty of futons for the dead to use). There are also several tatami mat rooms with nothing in them currently, but it seems like there might be some use for those rooms.

Around the house, perches for birds can be found. No birds are on them currently, though.

Sometimes Watanuki can be found in the house, but most of the time the dead will be left to their own devices. The question is, what will they do here?]

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[sotoshini]

[ He melts into the kisses; returns them like raindrops during a spring shower each one bigger than the last. Ah, it's not the time yet to forget all of his words, as tempting as it is. It's always tempting nowadays to ignore everything and everyone else entirely. But it's worth the wait to feel that smile, his mouth curving on it's own to meet it just like the kisses.

Opening one eye (let him stay half in this dreamlike state, his mind as much in the clouds as his belly is full of sake), he tries to take in the blues nearly crowded out by the pink and red. ]

I'd want you to braid it again too. Hmn, I wonder what color though...

[anonnomnomnom]

[Everything is dreamlike, paradoxically and literally, given where they are -- but it's also the soft glow of magical blue woven into everything like a sentinel at once distracting and holding everything together; and the all-encompassing combination of Natsuno and the sake both easy to sink into. Anon lets himself drift on the feeling, drinking it in like the wine he still hasn't taken back up.

It's debatable whether he even needs the help at this point.]

Maybe you'd let me braid the whole thing this time?

[As if he can resist a chance to tease, even as his fingers continue to drift through strands of purple, lightly, lightly like the petals along the wind. There's some small flutters of pink resting in Natsuno's hair now that he's slowly combing out, just by coincidence, but the juxtaposition of colors makes his smile soften anyway.]

Maybe you can start with your favorite color.

[sotoshini]

Heh, who said I wouldn't have before. [ A brash statement, but he can't say it's untrue. He would have even if he didn't understand the reason back then, so of course he would now. As always though... ]

Two kisses per braid. [ Stealing one here that's more smirk than kiss. That's a fair trade he thinks, even if it's entirely unneeded. ]

My favorite color...I wonder what it is... [ Teasing of his own, even if the attempt is all silly and obvious. Soft too as he leans into the touch. ]

[anonnomnomnom]

Ah, the braids and flowers are even more scandalous than before. But that's still a bargain. At some point I'd just run out of hair and have to start over.

[A helpless laugh at the bubbling memory (the ridiculous memory, made even more ridiculous by time and hindsight and everything about the way they are now) even as he chases Natsuno's mouth for more kisses. He'll collect on the braids later, because somehow they have all the ingredients here for that particular nostalgia trip, but it really does tickle: how many old ladies they'd probably send to their graves, and how different Natsuno's hair feels in his hands when he knows exactly what he wants.

Anon's still flushed from the kissing and the sake and the proximity but he can still feel himself warming up even more, and on impulse he plucks one of the flower petals out of Natsuno's hair and taps him on the nose with it.]

Okay, but your second favorite color then. 'Cause we can't match, or else I have to go purple, too.

[This image is ridiculous, actually, but apparently they're just like this now.]

[sotoshini]

You're good at finding loopholes. [ Not that he minds right now, or ever. Keeps him on his toes or in this case it means they can both keep indulging like they are now. It's nearly an endless feedback cycle, a bit more so tonight with the sake weighing down on them both. ]

Yellow. [ His eyes track to the petal, his tongue brushing over his lips. He evidently wants to bite something here and it's probably not the sakura. ]

But I wouldn't mind swapping either. Ah if we did, it's too bad Shimizu is dead. Seeing me with pink hair would probably kill her all over again.

[anonnomnomnom]

[It's probably the alcohol driving him to chase after touch more and more and even more than usual, but Anon isn't really keeping track -- everything is still so strange and different now, in all the good ways, that he hasn't bothered. He's just going with it and letting himself get swept away; it might seem like he's merely a creature of impulse and instinct the entire rest of the time, but there's enough calculation instilled in him, normally.

It was something necessary, after all, for all the things he needed to do, once.

He hasn't thrown all of it away, but here and now he's wrapped up enough in everything that very little of it matters.]

A bright color, right? I want to see it.

[He'd want to see Natsuno either way, through all of the changes and fashion ventures no matter how good or inadvisable they might be, but for the moment Anon is distracted too -- by his mouth this time, he reaches out and runs a thumb over it just lightly before tugging him down for another kiss. Piling up the down payment for later braiding, obviously. That's totally what it is.

He probably could have gone through an entire round of braids at once right here, but alas, breathing means they have to do this in installments. There's a brief laugh once Anon pulls back.]

Mmm, I wouldn't be a very good Infernal if I weren't good at loopholes. [have another kiss, he's just going to keep going like this, and of course--] I like it, though. Swapping. Maybe we really will kill somebody with our hair someday?

[Maybe it'll make up for the lack of dead Shimizus. It's really too bad the Foundation couldn't pop them out like Akirens just ripe for the picking.]

[sotoshini]

Yeah, I like bright things. [ That quirk of his never seems to fit him on first glance, but it makes more sense if you get to know him more. Natsuno's quiet when he has nothing to say, but loud when he wants to be. He'll let his kisses speak for him here, chasing more eagerly and sloppily than he normally does.

Oh are they stopping now? He's too worked up from just the last few kisses to slip back into a peaceful lull, pursing his lips as he debates if it's worth the effort to find the umeshu he placed down somewhere. Whoever says impatience isn't rewarded hasn't met these two, and he melts into the following kisses easily. ]

Then we're doing it. There has to be worlds out there that specialize in that kind of thing. You think it might be fun to use your hair then blowing someone up? [ Getting their hair done could be accomplished on practically any world, but he's veering more and more nonsensical as the night goes on. He takes the latest break in their kisses not to breathe but to locate and throw back the umeshu before he forgets it there. But hey, it'll make his kisses sweeter too. ]