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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

"This is Intensity. Leave a message."

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Day 259: Cell phone background changed (drawing by Kohime) ]]

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[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?

[puzzlekeeper]

Hm . . . that entirely depends on if I like your idea better than mine.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Well. If we're factoring in the extra time.

You. In your bed with me. Thoroughly distracted and exhausted until you've no choice but to get in a few hours rest before Hell catches fire again.

[puzzlekeeper]

Sleeping doesn't involve enjoying you, though.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That's easily solved.

[Tracing smaller and smaller concentric circles over King's heart with one finger.]

Keep up with me then.

[Spoken as if Intensity wasn't usually the one who passed out first]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ --Barks out a laugh, fingers circling Intensity's wrist. ]

Oh, that's never been the problem.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[His fingers twitch lightly under the hold even if it doesn't damper his smug expression.

And the hand at his chest fists in King's clothes so he can attempt to drag him down to the bed properly]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He goes down easily, and doesn't even drag Intensity with him for once. Waiting to see what Intensity's next play is. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He doesn't have to drag Intensity with him as he slides down on top of King of his own accord. He doesn't even fight the hand keeping one wrist captive - content to let King do what he wants with it for the moment.

Intensity's free hand, though, smooths down the length of one wing, coaxing it to unfurl flat against the sheets. Finger pressing lightly against the ridges in the event that they try to flutter upward.

As for enjoying---

Intensity places the first kiss against the gold of King's crown. The tip of his nose. The corner of his mouth.]

I wonder. . .

What if we dueled this time with no trap cards?