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Imeeji: IC Continuations

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]

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[You can try, Kohime. You can certainly try. (Probably going to win, too, but---)

When he's pulled forward, he also attempts to take a step forward. Surely the nearest wall can't be too far.

And all the while, he still keeps his lips pressed to hers]

[Fair warning: The last person who walled her she dropped to the ground and then sat on. But she doesn't resist as he backs her up. . .]

[Today is a good day as any to get floored, right?

And since she's not fighting, he pushes her back another step]

[It is a little awkward to be backed up in the middle of kissing someone, so her footing ends up a little unsteady and she grips onto him tighter to balance herself instead, pulling herself right up against him in the process.]

[He laughs delightedly against her when she presses up against him.

The hand on her shoulder slides down her side until its resting against the small of her back. Is he helping with her balance? Maybe! But probably not for altruistic reasons]

[Breaks the kiss (I mean, they're well past the requirements anyway), breathless, but otherwise holding her position, narrowing her eyes at him. She doesn't say anything yet, but this fight ain't over.]

. . .

[Not dropping either of his hands]

Well that's the look of an unsatisfied customer.

Not to your liking?

[Hooks her leg around his, plants a hand on his chest, and twists to knock him flat on his back :)!!]

[Oofs as he hits the ground]

I'll take that as a yes.

[Makes a grab for her wrist to drag her down with him]

[Laughing and tumbling down with him –– her plan had been to pin him, anyway, his pulling on her wrist just throws her off enough that instead of being able to plant herself on his stomach like a schoolyard bully, she ends up slightly to the side straddling one of his legs instead.]

Uh oh, don't tell me your ego's gonna wither and die if I don't feed it~

[Without an ounce of seriousness:]

But my feelings are so delicate. How ever shall I survive without it?

[If she's going to be like that, he's going to try and reach up to flick one of her ears. Also like a schoolyard bully]

[Catching his hand before he can and pinning it down beside his head. Of course, this means she's leaning forward now up on her hands and knees, bearing absolutely no weight on him to actually pin him down any more.]

We'll just have to inscribe "Too Gentle a Soul for this Cruel World" on your tombstone.

Edited 2019-06-08 00:38 (UTC)

[He flexes his fingers and rolls his wrist, testing the strength of her grip. And (for the moment at least), he doesn't seem too bothered about staying put underneath her]

Please bring flowers every week.

I accept only red camellia.

[Her grip tightens a little when he tests it, but otherwise it's pretty much just her own wait that pins his wrist down. She just looks down at him, tail curling and twisting lazily, clearly amused.]

You're sure demanding for a dead guy, huh.

Why would I lower my standards after death?

We all have our reputations to keep.

[Reaches up to try and grab her free wrist]

[She allows it, watching what he does, curiously.]

[Trying to flip their positions, of course.

Fair warning, though, he is a noodle. A noodle that's doing his best]

[Unfortunately her forte is being quick and agile, so she just laughs, delighted, and rolls with him to use that momentum to try to make sure she’s right back on top, but this time in a proper pin instead of just crouched over him.]

[He. hates. this.

And his expression surely lets her know that. From his now properly pinned position:]

Had fun just now, did you?

I like winning. And from the look on your face, you don’t like losing.

[So of course she holds the pin for a liiiiiiittle longer than necessary before sitting up on her knees, giving him enough room to get free if he wants.]