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[ he could kill him here and now no one will find out he'll just hide the body ]

Hahah ... do you really think that I'll be inclined to buy an outfit for you after that?

It's not me, you know, it's the ability. Do you really think I would throw you after asking to do an outfit swap? I'm trying to butter you up, not beat you stupid.

Oh? Does that mean you're hitting on me?

I'm not... not yet. I do think you're cute though.

I'm not just cute, I'm beautiful.

[ and he will walk past him then, walking to the mall ]

Let's go.

No~o~o. I'm beautiful. You're cute. [ follows. ]

Mmm... Someone's a little full of himself with nothing to back it up.

There's the pot calling the kettle black. [ chuckles. ]

I'll get a beautiful outfit in your unit's style, and you will get one in mine.

Then we'll see who wears it better.

[ his interests are piqued. ] And how about we make it a little bit more interesting? A favor to the winner.

That depends on the favor you're looking for. Not that you're going to win.

You should have no reason to be worried then, but how about a kiss, from one beauty to another.

How tame. And I was ready to ask you to get on your knees and use that mouth of yours to suck my cock instead.

Very well.

I was trying to be tame. I didn’t want to make you even grumpier. But if I get on my knees for you, then I expect you to agree to the same. [ he walks by him, quickly trailing his hand up his spine. ] I wonder how you’d taste…

Mmm. If I get to keep my clothes on, then I don't have objections.

[ this doesn't go against any agreement with Childe, does it? Surely it's fine. He doesn't chew him off for touching without permission this time, so he clearly doesn't mind it, and instead just leads him to the clothing store ]

You can take off or keep on as much as you like.

[ he follows along, looking at all of the other stores they pass along the way. ]

[ he's going to be interested in the clothes the moment they're there, starting to look for things in the Avante corner, but he does grab a few Baritones outfits for himself as well ]

[ kaiju goes off into the baritones section alone and starts browsing. it takes him some time, because he's not interested in a conventional suit. that's way too stuffy for him, so he meanders around until he comes across this. he'll head straight for the changing room! ]

[ as he selects things from avante he doesn't think this style actually suits him very much. but in the end he picks this, and once he's put it on in the changing room, he's going to enter the one he saw Kaiju hide in.

No privacy for him ]

Well?

[ he startles as soon as he hears the changing room door open, his ears shooting up and his tail bristling! he spins around, not having to cover up much, since he had nearly been finished, but his face colors as he glares at scaramouche. ] You that curious to see how beautiful I look? I guess that means I win.

You look halfway decent at best. It's not your victory.

[ but. he's pressing him against the wall, bringing his hands on his waist and letting himself feel the fabric there ]

I'd look better with this on.

feh! I look better. Look at you, already gro- groping and... and grabbing... [ he stumbles back into the wall, so scaramouche can easily pin him there. through the bond he'll feel his embarrassment spike, futile attempts to hide it as he flushes. ] No, this... this outfit was, it was made for me.

[ he's not taking part in the game so nothing comes from him, but he CAN feel Kaiju's emotions and oh, isn't that interesting. He leans in to talk into his ear just like he did earlier, his hands already moving to his pants ]

You haven't commented on me yet.

[ d- damnit. he had been hoping to weaponize their shared emotions. this bitch. there's a subtle thrum of annoyance bleeding through, but it's swiftly replaced by arousal as scaramouche's hand travels along his pants. ] You look alright. I could rock that way better.

If you want me to get on my knees and suck you off so badly you'd deny me my obvious victory, you can just say so.

[ he'll cup him through his pants, starting to grind the heel of his palm against him and kissing at his jaw. And though there isn't a convenient emotion loop coming from him, his pupils are heart shaped and bright red now ]

I might feel nice and decide to do it anyway.

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