week 6

[airlockedmods]

[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.

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[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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[serrata]

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

[ ... then again... ]

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

[misanthropicprinciple]

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.

[serrata]

[ 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?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Open your mouth.

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

[serrata]

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

D--do I want to ask why exactly?

[ what are you going to do, Junpei ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[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.]

[serrata]

... 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. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Mm--

[Well, that's slightly surprising, but only slightly, and he wraps an arm around her waist and eases the shot into her mouth and leans right into it, quite obviously enjoying himself.

Yes, in front of everyone, Yuuri.

He's smirking like a fiend when he pulls back.]

That's more fun than using your fingers, isn't it?

[THAT'S WHAT HE SAID, BOW CHICKA WOW WOW.]

[serrata]

[ You know, this should probably be worse than the strawberry because she did this to herself. But even though she's red in the face when he pulls away (and she has to hastily swallow the shot, she'd been overthinking god, what if I bite his tongue too much to actually do it beforehand), she's clearly doing her best to play it cool.

... your milage may vary as to how good a job she's actually doing. ]

W--well, it's-- it's less of a mess, at least. [ SMOOTH. ] And I'm not sure it's as much fun with the shot as it is without it. [ see?? nice save, nice recover, good job, rii-san. ]