theairlock | week 6

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!week 6

week 6

[Even with three deaths two weeks in a row, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to some semblance of normalcy come Sunday morning. The messes are cleaned up, the bodies are safe in the morgue (or in Kip's case, still in a liquor bottle in the garden) and with this new week comes a fresh crop of returning memories.

There is no new floor this week.

Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday

[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 5, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[ And with that, Yuuri scoots herself next to him. ]

At least this way, we'll both have regrets?

[ we've reached the yolo singularity, apparently. ]

What even is a Torido? I'm completely fluent in two languages and I'm stumped.

[But he's reaching over for two glasses, at least.]

... Now you mention it, I actually have no idea. But we're probably about to be unfortunate enough to find out.

Maybe we should start with that? And we can wash it down if it's really terrible with the buttered corn.

[ Though really, the buttered corn is probably also going to taste really weird. ]

And if that's awful, there's the whiskey. Uhhh, or, actually, you might like the Jell-O shots more. It's less... that.

[He waves vaguely at the whiskey.]

They sound like a terrifying place to start, honestly.

[ ... she says, immediately retrieving a pair of shots. Just in case. ]

You just... knock them back in one mouthful, right?

That's right. Though sometimes it's harder to get the Jell-O out than it looks. Think you need a spoon?

[Says Junpei Tenmyouji with a kind, very slightly challenging smile. Spoons are for babies, Yuuri. That's what that smile implies.]

[ She just smiles. She should probably start off with a spoon but when he says it like that? Not on your life. ]

No, no, I'll be fine without one. [ a beat. ] Probably, anyway.

[ This is a disaster in the making.

She picks up her jell-o shot and squints at it sort of suspiciously. Then she directs that suspicious side-eye towards Junpei. ]

... you first.

[He raises both eyebrows and raises his shot to her in toast.]

All right. Kampai.

[And with an expert grip and a flick of his tongue, he pops the Jell-O free, shows it to her between his teeth, and, laughing, sets to eating it.

Don't test our resident College Guy, Yuuri.]

[ ... oh god damn it, that's just not fair. ]

You don't have to go and make it look so easy you know.

[ God she really is going to have to do this with her tongue, isn't she. There is absolutely no way this is not going to either 1) look lewd as hell or 2) be a total mess.

Thank you, Yuuri of a minute prior, for doing this to her. She huffs out a sigh. ]

Alright, then... kampai.

[ She tips the shot to her mouth and... well. There's tongue use. It's kind of clear that she has no idea what she's doing and she's growing steadily redder the longer it takes to dislodge this damn thing but eventually, the shot pops free into her mouth. She nearly chokes in surprise but manages to get it down without further disaster. ]

Th-- there-- [ oh christ hold on let her cough, still scarlet in the face. ] There! That. That wasn't too hard.

[ she is fooling no one. ]

[Yeah, sorry, he started laughing into his hand halfway through her attempt and hasn't stopped.]

Good--good job, Yuuri. P-proud of you. Hahahahaha.

[Why does she like him.]

[ She gives his shoulder a shove. The worst. ]

As if you were any better the first time you tried one.

I used my fingers. That's why humans evolved to walk on two legs, Yuuri. To free our hands for things like extracting Jell-O from shot glasses.

It's jello! I'm not going to eat jello with my fingers!

[ HUFF. The zombie apocalypse doesn't mean you get to forget table manners, apparently ]

The vodka I can at least drink like a normal person, can't I?

I'll allow it. I guess we do need to see how it tastes straight, before we figure out whether or not there even is anything good to mix with it.

[He'll pour for her. No drinking out of the bottle this time, kids.]

[ Vodka is a bit of a step up from whiskey, so it takes Yuuri a second to steel herself enough to actually knock it back -- goodness, if her parents could see her now -- but she tips the glass to her mouth and swallows as much as she can in one mouthful.

...

Going by the utterly disgusted face she's making when she lowers it again, that's probably not a glowing endorsement. ]

Ah. Another one for the King's Game stash, then?

[He's not gonna drink it if she makes a face like that.]

It tastes like I just took a shot of gasoline.

[ Does that answer your question. ]

Could be useful if we ever need to make Molotov cocktails. Maybe you should just stick to Jell-O shots, though.

I'm not embarrassing myself with one of those again.

[ ... then again... ]

... not unless using my fingers is a little less messy, anyway.

Sorry to say it's still messy. Way more efficient, though. You could always get a spoon.

[Ohhh, but then a wicked idea comes into his head.]

Or... there's one more way I could try showing you.

[ Spoons are for babies, Junpei. Though admittedly, she's not entirely sure she trusts that face. But when he says it like that, like it's a challenge, she finds she can't exactly back down. ]

... Fine. What is it?

Open your mouth.

[He grabs another Jell-O shot in the meantime.]

[ ... OKAY, NOW SHE DEFINITELY DOESN'T TRUST THAT FACE ]

D--do I want to ask why exactly?

[ what are you going to do, Junpei ]

[What, is this not a smile any mother could trust?

Probably not when he pops and twists that Jell-O shot free with his tongue again and leans in close, eyebrows rising.

It's the goddamn strawberry all over again.]

... You're serious.

[ In front of everyone, Junpei!!!

But. Well. She's not blindfolded this time, is she. And he just looks so smug about it. She's hardly going to let him get away with that. She gives a huff, playing up her annoyance so she doesn't give the game away when she leans in.

But then she catches a handful of his shirt and pulls him in so she can press her mouth against his first and try and take the shot. Goodness, Yuuri. ]

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