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[ childe changes back, so that scaramouche is in his arms. ] ...we could do something else. [ he did scar scaramouche, so... ] I have said time and time again that I enjoy the scars I have from the battles I've fought. If you were to give me one it would be all the more special. [ he kisses his temple. ] I don't want to fight with him and I don't want to fight with you. I can't think of two more important people to me.

I like it when we fight. It's hot. Even if you end up killing me right as I'm coming.

[ he does wrap his arms around his neck, keeping him close ]

A battle scar doesn't have the same impact. But it would have to be something only you knew was from me.

I didn't mean a battle scar. I want you to scar me as I have scarred you. [ mark him. ] It'll be something I'll carry around with me even when you're not there. You could even do it in the area that they gave me the electro tattoo... [ since he's wearing shorts the tattoo is on full display on his lower leg. ] Your own mark among the static.

[ oh. That's what he meant, then. He's clearly intrigued, his hand going down to his back and then his ass - any excuse to touch is good, no? ]

I will have to think of what to put on you.

[ childe smirks. ] ...take all the time you need. [ kisses him again. ] It looks like we're here.

So, what are we doing first?

How about the ferris wheel? [ point. ]

Romantic. Can we kiss there?

I should hope so.

Do you mind doing that first? Or would you prefer to save it for last?

We can do it now.

[ and he will reach for his hand to hold ]

I like this.

[ drapes his tails over Scaramouche here, there, and everywhere as they head of the ferris wheel. ] And we’ll be able to see the whole park from up there, so you can help me choose what’s next.

I'm thinking you should spoil me with ice cream.

I can do that. [ he moves into the car that’s sitting at the ‘dock’, tugging Scaramouche into his lap and circling his arms around him. ]

[ ... oh. This is more affectionate than he expected, and he rests against him, quiet for a moment ]

You look cute like this.

[ he sets his chin on the crown of scaramouche’s head. ] You look cute too. I’m sorry about the other night… I know we planned for it, but I hadn’t meant to kill you. I just wanted to fuck your brains out.

Mmm ...Meeting the lady wasn't pleasant. Just like last time.

But the act itself was enjoyable. And I don't hate it.

…I imagine not. I hope she didn’t ask questions. [ shuts his eyes and just holds him. ] Do you know what sort of corruption you’ve come back with? Do I need to strip you bare and search every inch of you later, ..?

Edited (Gdi) 2022-05-30 20:41 (UTC)

[ ... fuck. That's making him more horny than it has any right to, but he tries to keep his cool ]

...Mm. I haven't figured it out yet. It doesn't seem to be on my body.

But I haven't looked properly.

…let’s figure it out together. If it’s not a mark, then it’s an effect and I want to be the one that shares the surprise of the experience. [ kisses his cheek, shifting to point outside the ride, since they’ve reached the top. ] Do you see anything you’d like to ride, ..? [ rocks into him subtly. ] besides me.

[ besides him indeed, because he's already thinking he WANTS to ride him. There's a soft groan at him rocking against him, but he tries to keep his composure otherwise ]

... Aside from you.

I don't know what half these things do.

[ childe licks at his neck, ] Aside from me, yes. [ a chuckle follows. ] A lot of them are considered ‘thrill rides’, fast and exciting. Just like me. [ feel free to slap him. he deserves it. ]

[ he's not slapping him but he is reaching over for his face to try to pull him off, even if he's enjoying that ]

Then one of those thrill rides. They can't be that thrilling.

Alright, then how about [ points at some roller coaster. ] that one. [ also... he's not stopping. licks and nips some more. ]

[ he lets out a soft groan at that, he's getting excited pretty fast, and he seems more sensitive than he normally is ]

If - if you keep that up, I'm going to strike back.

You say that like it’s not a reason to keep poking the hornet’s nest, Kuniku.

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