Bed-In

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::Schu and Nagi arrive via Portal into Schu's bedroom, directly onto Schu's decadent bed. As usual, the bedroom looks something like a dragon's hoard with a somewhat Bollywood bent. (Schu loves the colors, textures, and spanglies!) It's cluttered but not dirty; Schu has standards and some small sense of housekeeping. And sometimes Aya does a sweep through.::

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Nagi gets a little smirk again since he can't look innocent for crap. "If you don't want to pet his hair, you can pet my hair." Normally Nagi wouldn't want a new person in his personal space, but he's feeling mellow and might want to prove something to himself after the creepy pervert guy.

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::Aya is noticing the distinct lack of innocence. He really doesn't know what to make of the situation at all, but in his curiosity he decides to go for it and lightly pets Nagi's soft hair a little.::

Hey! Why does he rate?

"I already know what your hair feels like, Schuldig."

::Schu pouts.::

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Nagi hums softly. His life has been annoyingly short on hair pettings lately. "You're already getting your hair petted. Greedy." To emphasize his point, Nagi adds a little telekinesis to what he's doing so he can get more area.

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::The hum surprises Aya but... it's nice. He's been feeling weirdly frustrated and restless lately, but the hum and the feel of Naoe's soft hair under his fingers oddly soothes that a bit. Ken touches him quite a bit but it's not quite... something enough. Aya doesn't know.::

Guilty as charged. Ooooh, keep doing that. ::Schu wiggles and just about purrs.::

"You really have no shame."

If you were getting this treatment you wouldn't either.

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If Nagi believed in past lives, he'd say he was probably a cat in his last one. "Compliment me too much and you might end up sharing." Nagi shifts a little so he's more comfortably snuggled between the two of them. Amazingly, he's not really thinking sex right now.

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I don't share. ::Schu's snuggled up with two of his favorite people and getting hair pettings so any complaints aren't as bitter or whiny as they could be. Although he's not really thinking much of sex either, he rests his hand on Aya's thigh to complete the circuit.::

::To his own disgust, Aya isn't thinking about much aside from sex. He decides to concentrate on comfort and the simple sensations. Hopefully his dick will get the point.::

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Nagi's feeling mellow enough to let his comfort leak out a bit. That might help Aya, or it might open Nagi to getting more horny. It's not hard for a teenaged boy to go there, after all.

"Aya, did you really travel halfway around the world to work in a different flowershop?" Seriously. Really?

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::Aya's shoulders relax a bit. At least the sex urge isn't quite so strong now. He really needs to stop associating Schu's presence with sex; he knows it's not a mindfuck thing because he shielded himself very well in the past without it making a difference. Aya's hand stops stroking at Naoe's question.:: "That wasn't my original intent."

You are flowers are just destiny. Poor thing.

"It's not that bad."

Especially since you actually are just about gay.

"...that's a stereotype."

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Petting stopped? No fair! Nagi shifts slightly in an attempt to subtly remind Aya what his hand is supposed to be doing, thank you. "Stereotyping would be if you were all fashion designers. Although with what some of your teammates wear...." Nagi shudders theatrically. A feather boa. What The Fuck?

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::Aya gets the message and gets back to stroking.:: "I really don't understand their fashion sense."

That's because even I think it's wacky.

"You've mentioned that. Many times."

Because it's true! Farf would laugh his ass off if he saw the "Irish" stuff Michel wears. Chloe needs to get over himself, and Free... the elves want him back.

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Yay, more petting! Nagi starts humming softly again.

"Michel is the worst. Those feathers were the biggest pain in the ass to animate properly."

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Yes, because it's all about you.

::The humming is very soothing.:: "...animate?"

Tell him about your video game, sweet.

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"Of course it's all about me." Nagi sticks his tongue out.

"It's a project I started... about a year ago? I dunno. Nexus time is wonky. I'm making a Street Fighter style game using our teams, but all the different versions. So I've got three versions of you in it, for example. I tend to only add characters when I find out about new and weird alts now." Which reminds Nagi. He needs to find out what weapon that Weiss-Asuka uses.

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Except when it's all about me.

::Aya's curious as well as somewhat horrified now.:: "Different versions of us...." ::Now he's wondering which version of him would win.:: "Any particular reason for this?"

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Nagi's kept the fighting codes pretty much the same on the Ayas, so it would be up to the skill of the players. "I was talking to Yuki--not your Yuki. One from a different world--and we were sort of venting about our teams. And the idea just came up. Since a LOL had me stuck in the Nexus, it gave me something to do. It can be really theraputic to beat the hell out of Crawford, even if it's only digital."

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::Different Yuki? Schuldig had spoken about these things, but Aya hadn't taken him entirely seriously, no matter that Schu now had the ability to teleport. Hearing these things from an actual alt is blowing Aya's mind a bit.:: "I could see the therapeutic uses of that myself."

There's always something therapeutic in beating the hell out of Brad. You're doing humanity a service, Nagi. ::wiggling for more petting::

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"I am? Maybe I'll have to stop. Or at least charge for the game." Nagi gets his fingers in through Schu's hair for more of that scalp massage stuff.

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Of course you have to charge for the game! Ooooooh, do more of that. :;wiggle::

::Schuldig should really stop making those kinds of noises. Aya thinks of utterly unsexy things.::

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Nagi is amused by Schu. "And what should I charge? I don't think I can have that much sex, and I don't need that much chocolate cake either."

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Money, honey. And there's never enough sex or chocolate cake, but I have no idea how you would rate a barter on it against a video game. ::It's good to be amusing.::

::Aya really doesn't know what to make of this conversation or their rapport with each other. Was Schuldig this playful with his own team? Was this reality's Nagi like this? Though Aya definitely can't imagine it of Crawford.::

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"Hmph. Don't like charging minions money for stuff."

Nagi glances up to see if Aya's expression reflects his thoughts well enough for Nagi to say something. "Getting into the Nexus when I did gave me some perspective on stuff. And I don't act like this in public."

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You're a good master.

::Aya hadn't realized it showed. Maybe he was losing his stone face in his old age?:: That makes more sense. Thank you. ::pet pet::

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Nagi's eyes slide half-closed. Gooood pettings. He lets his mind wander.

Oh. He cracks an eye back open to look at Schu. "I forgot Mother's Day."

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You did. I feel so unloved. ::sigh and utterly tragic look::

"...huh?" ::Mother's Day?::

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"Maybe we can go out shopping later or something." Or maybe a PINpoint tour of food? German sausage, Dutch chocolate, French cheese.... Nagi will ponder.

"Schu and me half-joke around that he's my mom." And they half mean it, too. In a crazy, incestuous way.