Imeeji: IC Continuations

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Previous:
Speed Dating [Day 32]
Mistletoe Game [Day 71]
Social Bingo [Day 101]

Includes:
B's Fancy Dance [Day 102]
Kissing Game [Day 124]
Mistletoe 2 [Day 187]
Objective Game [Day 223]
Tokyo-F Stamp Rally (Age Up and Age Down Event) [Day 245]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

One day you'll get bored of that.

[purrrnicious]

[SETTLING IN FOR THE LONG HAUL

maybe this counts as a hug]

Which part?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Maybe this counts as a hug.

Well he was going to say using him as a rug, but---

Clearly that is not the case.

Pride won't let him say "going after easy prey" either.]

The same old tactics. Surely you'll want to inject a little creativity eventually.

[purrrnicious]

Like this?

[Leans in a little closer





And kisses him :3]

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Cool. Guess they are kissing now.

Hope she doesn't mind the hand that comes up to thread through her hair. That's purely reflexive.

(Sure it is).]

[purrrnicious]

[Mind her teeth, they’re sharp.

All things considered, it’s a pretty PG kiss, and she pulls back after a short time — and flushes, her ears flat and tail lashing, because he wasn’t supposed to kiss back, he was supposed to be flustered and embarrassed!! But now she is instead and that’s Not As Planned. ]

What—what are you doing?!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Even if he is also flushed (WHICH HE'S NOT), that smirk is 100% genuine as he replies:]

Winning.

[purrrnicious]

You are not. How are you “winning”?!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I got a kiss from a BARiTONES without having to make a business deal prior to it.

Sounds like winning to me.

[purrrnicious]

[Frowns at him. ]

I could make you forget it ‘til the game’s done.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You could.

Or you could get off me, and I could give you something anyway.

[purrrnicious]

Hmmmmm. . .

[Appears to think about this. Very carefully. It’s a tough call.







But she hops off, staying in a crouch on all fours and watching him attentively for the sudden appearance of presents. ]

Make it something good, okay?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Pushes himself up into a sitting position, apparently not interested in getting up all the way either.]

Of course.

[And then he puts two fingers in his mouth and whistles (unnecessarily). Give Blue Eyes like two minutes to get here, okay?

He doesn't have any other way to materialize presents]

[purrrnicious]

. . .

You need to work on your timing.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes. I should have done that about 180 seconds before I made the offer.

I'll know better next time.

[purrrnicious]

We'll call it a practice round, and I won't tell anyone. How's that?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Deal.

[But Blue Eyes does arrive in about another minute and drops a rectangularly shaped (and squishy) package in front of Kohime.

Wrapped for protection in bland white butcher paper.

This is in no way shape or form a pre-planned present.]

[purrrnicious]

[Kind of. Paces left then right in front of it before settling again, her tail twitching in interest, before she reaches out and pokes it.]

. . .What is it?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Open it and you'll find out.

[purrrnicious]

. . .










[Falls on it with great, vicious enthusiasm, spreading small bits of paper carnage everywhere.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Careful when you get to the actual gift.

FiN home brew heated blanket. Since it was such a hit last time. Bonus being this one doesn't have any blood on it.]

You can request the secret weapon compartments later.

[purrrnicious]

[Pulling it out and looking it over, curling her fingers into it and running her hands over the full thing, as if any part of it might be different than the other. Then she gives him a pleased, approving almost-purr.]

Seriously? You put weapon compartments into blankets?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Think of it as an upgrade to sleeping with a knife under your pillow?

[Because who doesn't do that?

The answer: Normal people]

[purrrnicious]

Hm. Guess so.

[Seriously, who doesn’t do that.

She gathers the blanket up and sits in it, letting her tail curl around the edge of the blanket bundle. ]


. . . People keep giving me stuff. Is this some kind of “criss-mass” thing?