week 4

[airlockedmods]

[Just like the previous week the status quo is restored with frighteningly quick efficiency. PAL still makes the morning and night time announcements through the PIP on each Champion's arm, and still the Champion unitards are freshly laundered and re-hung each morning in their closets. Even the glass roses Choromatsu and Takumi broke after the trial in their fit of anger have been replaced with fresh ones. All signs that there was anything amiss this weekend are completely gone.

There's a new floor to explore, their "reward" for a job well done.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 3, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[serrata]

[ Why indeed? It's not a question Yuuri's ever felt the need to ask herself but now that he poses it, it gives her pause. Despite what she'd said to Arianna she hadn't ever intended on ever doing anything to make anything about this bond more than... mostly platonic. Maybe it's silly to get attached so soon in a place like this.

But... maybe it's because it's a place like this that it's so important. Four people are dead, they're trapped here with a hostile captor and none of them know if help is ever going to come.

Doesn't that mean it's more important than ever that when there's something warm and comforting like this you hold onto it as tight as you can?

She leans in, lets her forehead bump gently against his. ]

Everything you've already been doing... that's more than I could've asked for. Just...

[ she trails off for a moment but then she smiles. ]

I want to be here. [ "with you" ] So let me stay.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[It's enough. It's more than enough. That smile and those words wash away what's left of Junpei's hesitance, battered battlements of sand, and if she draws another muted grief-noise out of him she draws him, too. Junpei moves into her like iron filings to a magnet, fingers sliding into her hair to cradle the back of her head, mouth moving, pressing--

to hers.

It's that simple. That clean. There's nothing like dares or strawberries or the goading of others to bring them together. Here and now, they are only Junpei and Yuuri, castaways on the life raft of Junpei's bed, clinging to each other like the only two people in the world because she sees him; they need the same thing.

Junpei kisses Yuuri because she wants him to, because he wants to, because closeness is a thing that human beings need and he's human. He's so human. And so is she.]

Okay. [Her lips are soft. He doesn't pull away.] Stay... stay as long as you need.

[I need, he doesn't say. She already knows.]

[serrata]

[ It's not much of a surprise when he kisses her. Maybe it should be -- it was only last week that she felt like offering a hug was too much, overstepping her bounds. But as his hand glides over her hair and his lips press against hers it doesn't feel awkward. It doesn't feel rushed and it doesn't leave her feeling more like the punchline of a joke like Thursday did. It feels perfectly natural.

She lets out a quiet breath against his mouth, her smile soft and nothing but fondness in her eyes. His hands are warm. She feels wonderfully safe. ]

As long as I need. [ she says it, again, like it's a promise. ] Okay.