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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

"This is Intensity. Leave a message."

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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Silly King.

[And he pulls their joined hands so he can brush his lips over King's ring]

I don't have weaknesses.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ His eyes go just slightly lidded at that, perhaps predictably. ]

It's to my benefit to let you keep believing that.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Savoring that reaction for perhaps a second longer than he should]

Does that mean you admit to yours?

[And he loosens his grip on King's hand so he's free to move it as he like]

Weaknesses, I mean.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Oh, thank you. He's immediately tangling his fingers with Intensity's, in that case. ]

Aren't you the one who argues I wear them on my sleeve?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Studies him quietly for a few moments.

What are you implying, sir?]

You'd never call your own heart a weakness.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ A very small smile, like Intensity just let some of his hand show. ]

Your words, not mine.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Why does it feel like he just got a trap card played on him?]

Hn. Those aren't the kind of weaknesses I'm interested in exploiting today anyway.

[puzzlekeeper]

Just today?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

All this talk of "perfect" futures ---

[Places a kiss just behind his ear even as he rolls his eyes]

Maybe I just want to savor the right here. Right now.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Ribbing him just a little ]

Not until you tell me about yours first.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Hmmm.

Practical perfect world? Or unrealistic one?

[puzzlekeeper]

Unrealistic. I'm tired of practicality.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

My parents had a house in a quiet suburb on the outskirts of Domino. They still live there. Mokuba grew up in a normal, healthy environment instead of well---

[Head gestures]

I buy a place nearby after getting a doctorate in gaming. You live there, too, obviously. Close enough to visit the rest of the dweeb squad at your leisure.

Man Eater and his little sister, Rizumu, are there, too. Living their perfectly normal boring assassin-free lives.

Since I'm a genius in all timelines, ideal or not, dimensional travel is still possible. With the cube. So I can visit Angel in Halation. Or Kohime in Etheria. B and C and the volleyboys in wherever world they decide to settle.

You probably steal it for joyrides to visit your friends at every opportunity.

Hell is an actual afterlife instead of a torture pit. All reality TV shows in all dimensions are permanently cancelled. Because fuck that shit.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Is this the first time Intensity has ever mentioned his parents, ever?

Yes. ]

I see.

. . . I wouldn't mind living in that world.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Yes. To anyone.]

It's dreadfully lacking in sand. And gets humid cold in the winter.

I don't know how you'll survive.

[puzzlekeeper]

Would you make me another heated cape?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Oh that's a tough decision.

If you're cold, that means less incentive for you to wander off.

[Yes.

He absolutely would. Because King has him thoroughly whipped]

[puzzlekeeper]

Oh? You need a scheme to keep me around?

Unnecessary. Home is where you are, even if it's miserably cold or humid.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then I guess you'll force my hand on making that cape. We can't have you being miserable, now can we?

Your brooding will cut into our dueling time.

[puzzlekeeper]

I'm sorry. Are you implying I can't kick your ass under any circumstances, in any condition?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

My perfect world.

Means you don't get to be self-imposed miserable.

[Brushes the back of his hand across King's cheek]

And you fight better unfettered.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Chuckling under his breath. ]

It is important that I get to enjoy beating you.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Exactly. What's the point if you don't get to savor that sweet taste of victory?

[And the hand continues tracing down the line of King's throat]

And all of the spoils that come along with it.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He tilts his head back, but not enough that he can't keep his eyes on Intensity the whole time. ]

"Spoils," huh . . . ?

About that. I've decided to grant you more than fifteen minutes.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Why does King feed his inflated ego like this? That certainly earns a wickedly delighted grin.]

And does his Excellency know what he wants to use that extra time for?

Or do I get to pick the spoils?