⌛ Who: Dohalim ilqaras, Luke re_sonate ⌛ What: Permanent Catch-All ⌛ When: Various ⌛ Where: Various; noted in threads ⌛ Warnings: Smut and other things probably
[Dohalim has absolutely no idea how long they'd been going for at this point, it could have just been a handful of minutes, or literal hours. he can feel the exhaustion creep into his muscles and bones as he bends over Red Wine, eyes darkened with desire as he watches him writhe underneath him. he's not entirely sure what prompted such a mood; perhaps he wanted to see how far he could push Red Wine's stamina (the man had boasted such a thing, after all), or maybe he just enjoyed watching him enraptured in pleasure. whatever the case may be, the Food Soul hasn't told him to stop, yet.
slim fingers slowly stroke along the heated length as Dohalim slowly fucks in and out of him, angling his own hips and pressing in deeply. he himself probably has enough for one more orgasm before he has to stop, but he's more than willing to keep driving Red Wine crazy, if the man will let him]
[Gods, how many has it been, now? He lost count around the third, when each heaving wave of pleasure began to blur into the next, and he knows at some point that he simply stopped cumming, having nothing more left in him. The attention from Dohalim, however, hadn't stopped.
He supposes it serves him right for challenging the man to find the end of his stamina.
The slide of Dohalim's cock inside him buzzes along frayed, sensitive nerves as Red Wine digs one hand into the sheets under him and clenches the other tight around the man's upper arm. His dark hair is sticking to his forehead in damp wisps, his lower lip is reddened and swollen from repeatedly being drawn in between his teeth and he can feel the tingle of the marks that have been drawn up on his neck and collar bone as individual points of heat on his skin.]
Do-- [It's going to happen again, despite how his body protests against it. His hips twitch, rocking desperately up to the sensation of being filled and he gasps harshly, barely even able to drag in the breath to moan as his latest full-body climax rocks him.
As the pulses of pleasure begin to taper off yet again he huffs, trying to even his breathing away from the raspy panting he had been reduced to. He locks his ankles around Dohalim's back, pulling him in insistently and grinding his hips up to take him in entirely.]
Ahfuck-- keep going-- [He moans out, his half closed eyes like smouldering fires and the kizuna vines marking his skin stretching all the way up his arms and creeping across his shoulders.] Keepgoingdon'tstop--...
[Dohalim, at this point, has no intention of stopping. why should he, when he's pulling these sort of reactions from Red Wine? to see the haughtiness melt away from him, only to be replaced with this sort of desperation for yet another orgasm, to hear his words wrapped around another moan slipped from those bitten lips is intoxicating. as he pushes himself up a little more so he can get a better view of the man under him, his eyes trail along the tattoo-like vines along his pale skin; his own eyes glow in delight of seeing them.
while Dohalim had mentioned some time ago (which, when thinking about it, seemed so long ago) that he'd rather be on the receiving end of things, he can't deny how much pleasure it brings him to see Red Wine in such a state of rapture. it only serves to make him want to prolong it for as long as he can, to hear more of those desperate moans and words, to make Red Wine beg for it. which begs the question, just how merciless does he want to be? or rather, how merciless would Red Wine let him be? quite like when their positions are reversed, the Food Soul has an out; all he has to do is say the word, and Dohalim will stop. but, until then--]
I don't have any intention of stopping.
[his voice is low and husky; there's no way he can hide the desire he has for Red Wine. he quickens the pace, thrusting in and out of him in short, shallow movements, not quite enough to be satisfying; while he can give the Food Soul what he wants, it would just be too easy. no, he wants to hear those frenzied pleas for more]
[It's painful, almost, but a sweet and shivering kind of pain that tingles and sparks across worn nerves and sensitised skin. Dohalim keeps going, promises to keep going, and Red Wine hisses a breath in through his teeth. Every thrust into his body prompts a short, strained moan and his grip on the other man spasms as he grabs for his shoulders, his hips, the sides of his ribcage, restless and desperate and just wanting more, more.
His head falls back and-- Gods, he tries to make his body relax, just for a moment, despite the relentless waves of pleasure being pushed through him again. Sweat prickles across his forehead, across his shoulders and the flushed line of his collar bone, and as he leans up to cling to Dohalim again his sharp teeth scratch gently against the warm muscle of his shoulder. Not for the first time, and like each time he presses his lips together and ducks his head a little, pressing the bridge of his nose against that spot instead.
It would be easy to lose control, and he thinks Dohalim would let him.]
Please-- [He's so sensitive now that even the attempts to frustrate his arousal are still managing to push him higher, though not nearly as swiftly as he would like. His fingernails dig deep crescents into Dohalim's back before he scratches, trailing red marks across his skin. He locks his ankles behind his lover and tries to pull him in deeper, harder, but his muscles shake with the effort of it. Gradually, astonishingly, despite everything so far, his cock manages to lift again from the sticky pool of cum on his stomach and throbs with unsatisfied need.]
Do, I need-- [How swiftly the arousal rises to a peak now, when he's so weakly worn with it all. It tingles through his body, setting him aflame, but Dohalim's teasing along with the sweet agony of his abused nerves reacting to the pleasure means he can't quite get there.] Ah-- come on, please..!
[busy with special orders, the only time Dohalim has to post on the network is a quick video while working on putting together an arrangement of bright flowers. he doesn’t look flustered, but instead very concentrated]
In light of recent departures from Nippon, I have several openings available in my shop for those who are in need of stable work. We specialise in floral arrangements and other potted plants, as well as serving tea in our parlour. If working with flora or tea is of interest, please come by to Oasis in Narashi and speak with me, or respond to this message. Thank you for your time.
[anyone who responds to Dohalim via message will get a response quickly, but those who visit him in the shop days after the video is posted may be in for a confusing surprise. a woman who looks uncannily like Dohalim (who, in the video looked very much like a man) is mulling around the shop and tea parlour, tending to things that need to be tending to. if one were to ask where he is, she would let out a sigh, and point to herself.
or rather, himself]
You would be looking for me. I apologise for the confusion, I’ve run into a little mishap.
[even his voice is a higher nuance to his usual tone; something he’s still not used to hearing. but he’s a little too nonchalant about this whole situation, which one could beg to ask how long this has gone on for. or how much longer this will last.
anyone who knows him and is paying him a visit is more than welcome to ask what happened. whether or not he’ll answer is up to him :)]
["Little" was an understatement, in Minato's opinion. His one visible brow raised just slightly at those words. But he really made no move to really comment on how a man made that request for employees only to turn into a woman not long after.
Nippon was full of wild and crazy things, he had come to find. So Minato wasn't too surprised, but it was still a bit jarring. He had to commend the man for seemingly taking it in stride. Minato wasn't so sure he could do the same.]
...is the position still available?
[Minato wasn't entirely sure how to answer, so he simply moved on to the heart of the matter.]
I've worked as a waiter before and was taught to brew coffee and tea. I don't know much about flowers, but I can learn.
[honestly, taking it in stride is all Dohalim can do at this point. there's not much he can do, and it's not like he can take time off work for however long it will take for this enchantment to wear off. so, unfortunately for him, he'll just have to deal with it. at least Minato hasn't said anything about it.
at the inquiry for employment, Dohalim offers a small smile, and nodding]
Yes, it is. We focus more on tea in the parlour, as well as the edible offerings as accompaniment.
[Dohalim thinks for a moment, humming to himself. he could go for a cup of tea right now...]
If I were to show you where everything is at the tea bar, would you be able to brew me a pot?
[He nodded. He wondered, idly, if coffee could be added to the the menu later but that would be for a later time if he got the job.
Right now? Minato looked a little surprised but then nodded again. It wouldn't hurt and hopefully his skills hadn't rusted in the months since he had actually brewed a proper pot.]
[Kaeya leaned against the door frame of the floral shop. He had seen the call for help, but he wasn't really responding to it. He had his own job and he and Diluc were working on opening a business together. But he hadn't really seen the redhead in awhile, so why not pay him a visit and annoy him a little?
What he was greeted with was not what he expected, but it was certainly familiar territory.]
[Dohalim has half a mind to shoo Kaeya away, to tell him to go bother anyone else because he's sure that the other man will never let him live this down. as soon as he hears his voice, all he does do is roll his eyes as he works on another arrangement, not looking up at him for a moment or two. but, he doesn't tell the man to leave, but instead lets him stay. who knows, maybe Dohalim will offer him some tea, or something. this strange frienemies thing they have going on is a relationship that will forever confuse him]
No, something much less exciting, unfortunately.
[he considers for a moment, if he should tell Kaeya what happened. he's sure the man will tease him regardless anyway, so he may as well tell him what happened. maybe give him a laugh or something]
I'd acquired a tonic that had promised to be a hangover cure. It worked, but the side effects are... Something left to be desired.
[There was a laugh. Nothing too rambunctious, however. Kaeya knew a thing or two about being given something else than what he'd asked for. And also losing a bet. So, it was more out of sympathy than anything else. He was honestly more intrigued at an actual cure for a hangover.]
It actually worked? For your hangover, that is. Hm... I'd always assumed there was none. Although it wouldn't be my first time as a woman, I'm not so sure if it's worth the change. [Kaeya honestly looked thoughtful about it as he stepped inside to idly browse the bouquets. Maybe he should get one for Diluc.] Still, I'd recommend taking advantage. Surely you have partners, no?
[He tilted his head toward Diluc, a knowing smirk on his face.]
[When he'd seen the message, it had honestly presented itself as a pretty convenient opportunity. For all that had happened on that very long and wonderfully exhausting night, he'd struggle to forget this particular companion's face, and the idea of just never talking to him again already didn't sit well with the priest.
Which, of course, makes this second meeting all the more potentially awkward. At first, Olivine has to wonder if he'd had a sister who arrived here, a twin perhaps - so his surprise at the reality is perhaps understandable.
Even so, he hasno reason to think Dohalim would be lying about this - and moreover, he's seen and heard of people turning into literal slimes over weird interactions with the Dead Zone's influence. Is this any stranger?]
Ah-- I... I see. [It's kind of funny, how night and day he is. It's not that he looks different overall, back in his usual outfit and cleaned up, but he carries himself with a calm and warm semblance compared to his formerly utter indulgence. His concern, too, is entirely too obvious.] It's nothing too troublesome, I hope? If you'd like to speak to someone, I can-- ah. That isn't why I came, granted, but it's a force of habit. If there's anything I can do to help, even beyond the concept of working here, I'm happy to do so.
[A little rambly, maybe, but he's worried. People don't usually just change like this, ok!]
[if Dohalim is honest with himself, he'd found himself thinking of the other man every so often, and of the night they'd shared together, and the fact that he never did catch his name. he was sure that they would probably end up crossing paths with each other at some point; he only did hope that it would be in a more general setting, and not neck deep in their debauchery. though, that isn't exactly a dealbreaker, either.
he'd just like a name, at least.
so when Olivine walks through the door and Dohalim looks up, smiling softly at the familiar face, and just how fortuitous it is meeting him again. he does momentarily forget about his appearance, too, before he's reminded that, right, there are some very obvious changes.
he holds a hand up and waves it idly, as if to calm Olivine's rambling]
I would not worry too much about it. There is not much either of us can do except wait for the effects to wear off. But I do appreciate the concern.
[dusting his hands off and fixing his kimono, he steps away from the counter he was working at to give the man his full attention]
[At least, for all of his millions of concerns over others and his tendency to babble when those concerns overtake his thoughts, he's quickly brought to heel.
In retrospect, it's a bit silly to be so concerned in Nippon - one would think he's had ample reminders of how absurd the place can really be.]
Ah-- yes, of course. Apologies, it's an odd habit of mine.
[It's a relief, too, to hear that the man knows the cause of his current affliction, and that it's something so temporary. That certainly makes it a lot easier to move along to the actual reason for his arrival...]
Well, I had seen your request for aid on the... network. [He has to pause to remember what it's called, so as unused to it as he is.] I've no particular experience with flora or tea, but I'm happy to learn. Or to simply offer my assistance with shipments or repairs, whatever you find you need.
[He'd needed to see it for himself. Of course he had. How could he not want to, when Dohalim was already so stunning already? He hadn't been disappointed, finding him just as beautiful no matter what body he was in, and Red Wine had made his thoughts on the matter entirely clear.
Clear enough that the next morning, when he wakes up with Dohalim tucked into his side and a few new memories under his belt (and scratches in his back), he feels another little thrill of excitement about the whole thing.]
Dohalim... [Red Wine murmurs softly, drawing his lover gently in against his side and pressing a kiss to his hairline. He rubs his fingers into the dip of Dohalim's hip and gently coaxes him into wakefulness, smiling into his hair.
He can still feel the efforts of the previous night in the ache of his thighs and the sting of bites and scratches over his shoulders when he moves, but it had been entirely worth it.]
[honestly, Dohalim wasn't sure what to expect. when Red Wine had dropped by to see him, he felt an odd sense of shyness for some reason, but it only lasted a small moment as it melted away with a single touch. really, it's incredible, Red Wine's ability to whisk away the more inconsequential worries Dohalim may have at the moment.
last night had been something else entirely. the way his body reacted to those touches, the fire in his belly spreading quickly, wanting more of the, and more of the Food Soul. with how long they'd gone for (and how many times Dohalim came; he'd lost count too quickly, but then again, what with being fucked through them, it honestly just felt like one long, drawn out orgasm), it's no surprise how tuckered out he is as he doesn't fully wake before Red Wine does. usually, he's up before the other man, but as he's slowly roused from slumber, he shifts a little, burying himself more into Red Wine's side.
as he wakes, he lets out a soft sigh, before finally looking up at Red Wine, a sleepy smile on his face. yet another day with this strange body change, but right now, he doesn't mind it too much. he can feel the dull ache of his own muscles, but it's something he can ignore and fix later]
Mm... What a rarity. Awake before I am... [he breathes out a soft chuckle] Good morning, love.
Good to know I can still surprise you sometimes. [Red Wine murmurs lightly. He had been undeniably gentle with him the night before but he had not held back either, and it doesn't surprise him too much that he's able to wake up first. His fingers trip down the slender dip of Dohalim's waist and then curl over his hip, easing him in just that bit closer.
He would have said, asked outside of this context, that a situation like this might not have been something he was able to deal with. As it turns out he's far more open-minded that he had anticipated.]
I think we may have disturbed the neighbours last night. [The Food Soul says then with a chuckle, and he glances around the room as he exhales a soft hum.] And it would appear you have created a veritable rainforest in your bedroom.
[ Looking rather timid when she takes a peek into the shop, it almost seems like this young girl is lost. There is quite a lot to admire, she finds, which relaxes her immediately as she takes a step into the shop. She intends to find the person who posted the advertisement, but it seems he? she? finds Ayaka first. Ah! ]
Greetings.
[ She's not uneasy, but she does feel a little shy. 💦 ]
[Dohalim, who'd moments before, got absolutely roasted by another local judging his ikebana arrangements, had been grumbling to himself before Ayaka addressed him. it doesn't help that the effects of whatever elixir he'd drank still has him stuck in this body that's putting him in a dampened mood. one could akin him to that of a wet cat, really.
but his mood flips as Ayaka mentions about wanting to work in the shop; he offers her a warm smile]
Ah, it's nice to know my message has reached the ears of those who would listen. Do you have any experience in working with flora?
I've studied Hanakotoba and Ikebana growing up. At home, I do the teaching now.
[ So that's a yes, and she would like for him to be aware of that. Ayaka withholds the fact that she's considered to be an expert on both aspects of flower arrangement, and she loves flowers in general.
She would like to make a good impression if she wants to ace this job interview, after all! ]
My name is Kamisato Ayaka. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
[ The Arukibake presently hugged comfortably against Prim's chest continues to slowly, slowly kick its little leggies not in distress or in an attempt to get away. It's likely that much more humorous a sight given that the small -- er, smaller woman's previously still, vulpine ears now twitch in unison. Her lashes fluttering before widening bright orange eyes trained on the strangely familiar woman addressing her, her surprise evident. ]
[while the arukibake usually know to stay outside of the door and tuck themselves behind the pots of bundled bouquets on display outside, Dohalim hasn't ever minded Prim bringing one of them into the shop. it's not like it's disturbing anyone or his business and he'll admit, it's a little cute seeing the short teenage girl holding onto one of them as if it's a stuffed animal.
with the look Prim gives him, before finally addressing him, Dohalim sighs and nods, reaching up to run a hand through his hair in exasperation]
( Thea has taken to visiting Dohalim's shop since the first time. In part, for the flowers, which she's learning once more to appreciate. In part because he's fun to flirt with. And talk to in general.
But also to flirt with.
And that is, perhaps, her primary goal of the day here, given the uh... low neckline of her dress and the way it skims nicely down her legs, the way her hair is pinned up to expose the length of her neck, delicate gold jewellery sitting pretty on her collarbone.
Of course, one doesn't quite expect to run into someone who is both distinctly Dohalim and distinctly... un-Dohalim. She's seen such magic used before, at home, but encountering it in the middle of Nippon is a change of pace. )
Ah.
( Give her a moment. She's just... taking in the view. )
I see you've become even more attractive.
something something arrives exactly when you mean to
[as Thea walks in, Dohalim notices the very deliberate state of dress she's currently in. by now he's no secret to her flirtatious demeanor, and Dohalim will admit that he does entertain her antics. she's a rather beautiful woman, after all, why wouldn't he flirt back just a little bit? perhaps it's indicative of his now more relaxed nature; he couldn't imagine acting so... loosely back in Dahna (and certainly not in Lenegis), but he supposes that's the nature of Nippon.
reaching up, Dohalim twists a lock of his hair around a now slender finger, smiling softly]
Direct, as always. [he fights the urge to correct her, wanting to tell her that he doesn't view himself as attractive, female or male body; it's still something he's working on] I would suggest taking it in, as I wouldn't expect this to last too long.
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Dohalim
for Red Wine
slim fingers slowly stroke along the heated length as Dohalim slowly fucks in and out of him, angling his own hips and pressing in deeply. he himself probably has enough for one more orgasm before he has to stop, but he's more than willing to keep driving Red Wine crazy, if the man will let him]
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[Gods, how many has it been, now? He lost count around the third, when each heaving wave of pleasure began to blur into the next, and he knows at some point that he simply stopped cumming, having nothing more left in him. The attention from Dohalim, however, hadn't stopped.
He supposes it serves him right for challenging the man to find the end of his stamina.
The slide of Dohalim's cock inside him buzzes along frayed, sensitive nerves as Red Wine digs one hand into the sheets under him and clenches the other tight around the man's upper arm. His dark hair is sticking to his forehead in damp wisps, his lower lip is reddened and swollen from repeatedly being drawn in between his teeth and he can feel the tingle of the marks that have been drawn up on his neck and collar bone as individual points of heat on his skin.]
Do-- [It's going to happen again, despite how his body protests against it. His hips twitch, rocking desperately up to the sensation of being filled and he gasps harshly, barely even able to drag in the breath to moan as his latest full-body climax rocks him.
As the pulses of pleasure begin to taper off yet again he huffs, trying to even his breathing away from the raspy panting he had been reduced to. He locks his ankles around Dohalim's back, pulling him in insistently and grinding his hips up to take him in entirely.]
Ahfuck-- keep going-- [He moans out, his half closed eyes like smouldering fires and the kizuna vines marking his skin stretching all the way up his arms and creeping across his shoulders.] Keepgoingdon'tstop--...
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while Dohalim had mentioned some time ago (which, when thinking about it, seemed so long ago) that he'd rather be on the receiving end of things, he can't deny how much pleasure it brings him to see Red Wine in such a state of rapture. it only serves to make him want to prolong it for as long as he can, to hear more of those desperate moans and words, to make Red Wine beg for it. which begs the question, just how merciless does he want to be? or rather, how merciless would Red Wine let him be? quite like when their positions are reversed, the Food Soul has an out; all he has to do is say the word, and Dohalim will stop. but, until then--]
I don't have any intention of stopping.
[his voice is low and husky; there's no way he can hide the desire he has for Red Wine. he quickens the pace, thrusting in and out of him in short, shallow movements, not quite enough to be satisfying; while he can give the Food Soul what he wants, it would just be too easy. no, he wants to hear those frenzied pleas for more]
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His head falls back and-- Gods, he tries to make his body relax, just for a moment, despite the relentless waves of pleasure being pushed through him again. Sweat prickles across his forehead, across his shoulders and the flushed line of his collar bone, and as he leans up to cling to Dohalim again his sharp teeth scratch gently against the warm muscle of his shoulder. Not for the first time, and like each time he presses his lips together and ducks his head a little, pressing the bridge of his nose against that spot instead.
It would be easy to lose control, and he thinks Dohalim would let him.]
Please-- [He's so sensitive now that even the attempts to frustrate his arousal are still managing to push him higher, though not nearly as swiftly as he would like. His fingernails dig deep crescents into Dohalim's back before he scratches, trailing red marks across his skin. He locks his ankles behind his lover and tries to pull him in deeper, harder, but his muscles shake with the effort of it. Gradually, astonishingly, despite everything so far, his cock manages to lift again from the sticky pool of cum on his stomach and throbs with unsatisfied need.]
Do, I need-- [How swiftly the arousal rises to a peak now, when he's so weakly worn with it all. It tingles through his body, setting him aflame, but Dohalim's teasing along with the sweet agony of his abused nerves reacting to the pleasure means he can't quite get there.] Ah-- come on, please..!
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open thread now will 10000% more tiddy
In light of recent departures from Nippon, I have several openings available in my shop for those who are in need of stable work. We specialise in floral arrangements and other potted plants, as well as serving tea in our parlour. If working with flora or tea is of interest, please come by to Oasis in Narashi and speak with me, or respond to this message. Thank you for your time.
[anyone who responds to Dohalim via message will get a response quickly, but those who visit him in the shop days after the video is posted may be in for a confusing surprise. a woman who looks uncannily like Dohalim (who, in the video looked very much like a man) is mulling around the shop and tea parlour, tending to things that need to be tending to. if one were to ask where he is, she would let out a sigh, and point to herself.
or rather, himself]
You would be looking for me. I apologise for the confusion, I’ve run into a little mishap.
[even his voice is a higher nuance to his usual tone; something he’s still not used to hearing. but he’s a little too nonchalant about this whole situation, which one could beg to ask how long this has gone on for. or how much longer this will last.
anyone who knows him and is paying him a visit is more than welcome to ask what happened. whether or not he’ll answer is up to him :)]
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Nippon was full of wild and crazy things, he had come to find. So Minato wasn't too surprised, but it was still a bit jarring. He had to commend the man for seemingly taking it in stride. Minato wasn't so sure he could do the same.]
...is the position still available?
[Minato wasn't entirely sure how to answer, so he simply moved on to the heart of the matter.]
I've worked as a waiter before and was taught to brew coffee and tea. I don't know much about flowers, but I can learn.
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at the inquiry for employment, Dohalim offers a small smile, and nodding]
Yes, it is. We focus more on tea in the parlour, as well as the edible offerings as accompaniment.
[Dohalim thinks for a moment, humming to himself. he could go for a cup of tea right now...]
If I were to show you where everything is at the tea bar, would you be able to brew me a pot?
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Right now? Minato looked a little surprised but then nodded again. It wouldn't hurt and hopefully his skills hadn't rusted in the months since he had actually brewed a proper pot.]
Mm, I can. Do you have green tea?
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[Kaeya leaned against the door frame of the floral shop. He had seen the call for help, but he wasn't really responding to it. He had his own job and he and Diluc were working on opening a business together. But he hadn't really seen the redhead in awhile, so why not pay him a visit and annoy him a little?
What he was greeted with was not what he expected, but it was certainly familiar territory.]
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No, something much less exciting, unfortunately.
[he considers for a moment, if he should tell Kaeya what happened. he's sure the man will tease him regardless anyway, so he may as well tell him what happened. maybe give him a laugh or something]
I'd acquired a tonic that had promised to be a hangover cure. It worked, but the side effects are... Something left to be desired.
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It actually worked? For your hangover, that is. Hm... I'd always assumed there was none. Although it wouldn't be my first time as a woman, I'm not so sure if it's worth the change. [Kaeya honestly looked thoughtful about it as he stepped inside to idly browse the bouquets. Maybe he should get one for Diluc.] Still, I'd recommend taking advantage. Surely you have partners, no?
[He tilted his head toward Diluc, a knowing smirk on his face.]
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lmao I didn't realize I wrote Diluc instead of Dohalim ksdflksfj
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This is fine
Which, of course, makes this second meeting all the more potentially awkward. At first, Olivine has to wonder if he'd had a sister who arrived here, a twin perhaps - so his surprise at the reality is perhaps understandable.
Even so, he hasno reason to think Dohalim would be lying about this - and moreover, he's seen and heard of people turning into literal slimes over weird interactions with the Dead Zone's influence. Is this any stranger?]
Ah-- I... I see. [It's kind of funny, how night and day he is. It's not that he looks different overall, back in his usual outfit and cleaned up, but he carries himself with a calm and warm semblance compared to his formerly utter indulgence. His concern, too, is entirely too obvious.] It's nothing too troublesome, I hope? If you'd like to speak to someone, I can-- ah. That isn't why I came, granted, but it's a force of habit. If there's anything I can do to help, even beyond the concept of working here, I'm happy to do so.
[A little rambly, maybe, but he's worried. People don't usually just change like this, ok!]
it's Fine
he'd just like a name, at least.
so when Olivine walks through the door and Dohalim looks up, smiling softly at the familiar face, and just how fortuitous it is meeting him again. he does momentarily forget about his appearance, too, before he's reminded that, right, there are some very obvious changes.
he holds a hand up and waves it idly, as if to calm Olivine's rambling]
I would not worry too much about it. There is not much either of us can do except wait for the effects to wear off. But I do appreciate the concern.
[dusting his hands off and fixing his kimono, he steps away from the counter he was working at to give the man his full attention]
Now, how may I be of assitance?
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In retrospect, it's a bit silly to be so concerned in Nippon - one would think he's had ample reminders of how absurd the place can really be.]
Ah-- yes, of course. Apologies, it's an odd habit of mine.
[It's a relief, too, to hear that the man knows the cause of his current affliction, and that it's something so temporary. That certainly makes it a lot easier to move along to the actual reason for his arrival...]
Well, I had seen your request for aid on the... network. [He has to pause to remember what it's called, so as unused to it as he is.] I've no particular experience with flora or tea, but I'm happy to learn. Or to simply offer my assistance with shipments or repairs, whatever you find you need.
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the morning after the night before
Clear enough that the next morning, when he wakes up with Dohalim tucked into his side and a few new memories under his belt (and scratches in his back), he feels another little thrill of excitement about the whole thing.]
Dohalim... [Red Wine murmurs softly, drawing his lover gently in against his side and pressing a kiss to his hairline. He rubs his fingers into the dip of Dohalim's hip and gently coaxes him into wakefulness, smiling into his hair.
He can still feel the efforts of the previous night in the ache of his thighs and the sting of bites and scratches over his shoulders when he moves, but it had been entirely worth it.]
Good morning, beautiful.
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last night had been something else entirely. the way his body reacted to those touches, the fire in his belly spreading quickly, wanting more of the, and more of the Food Soul. with how long they'd gone for (and how many times Dohalim came; he'd lost count too quickly, but then again, what with being fucked through them, it honestly just felt like one long, drawn out orgasm), it's no surprise how tuckered out he is as he doesn't fully wake before Red Wine does. usually, he's up before the other man, but as he's slowly roused from slumber, he shifts a little, burying himself more into Red Wine's side.
as he wakes, he lets out a soft sigh, before finally looking up at Red Wine, a sleepy smile on his face. yet another day with this strange body change, but right now, he doesn't mind it too much. he can feel the dull ache of his own muscles, but it's something he can ignore and fix later]
Mm... What a rarity. Awake before I am... [he breathes out a soft chuckle] Good morning, love.
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He would have said, asked outside of this context, that a situation like this might not have been something he was able to deal with. As it turns out he's far more open-minded that he had anticipated.]
I think we may have disturbed the neighbours last night. [The Food Soul says then with a chuckle, and he glances around the room as he exhales a soft hum.] And it would appear you have created a veritable rainforest in your bedroom.
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i'M HERE NOW
Greetings.
[ She's not uneasy, but she does feel a little shy. 💦 ]
I came to inquire about work.
AAAA SORRY FOR TAGGING SO LATE
but his mood flips as Ayaka mentions about wanting to work in the shop; he offers her a warm smile]
Ah, it's nice to know my message has reached the ears of those who would listen. Do you have any experience in working with flora?
don't sweat it!!
[ So that's a yes, and she would like for him to be aware of that. Ayaka withholds the fact that she's considered to be an expert on both aspects of flower arrangement, and she loves flowers in general.
She would like to make a good impression if she wants to ace this job interview, after all! ]
My name is Kamisato Ayaka. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
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6/2
Dohalim?
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with the look Prim gives him, before finally addressing him, Dohalim sighs and nods, reaching up to run a hand through his hair in exasperation]
Yes... It's me.
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what is being late to the party
But also to flirt with.
And that is, perhaps, her primary goal of the day here, given the uh... low neckline of her dress and the way it skims nicely down her legs, the way her hair is pinned up to expose the length of her neck, delicate gold jewellery sitting pretty on her collarbone.
Of course, one doesn't quite expect to run into someone who is both distinctly Dohalim and distinctly... un-Dohalim. She's seen such magic used before, at home, but encountering it in the middle of Nippon is a change of pace. )
Ah.
( Give her a moment. She's just... taking in the view. )
I see you've become even more attractive.
something something arrives exactly when you mean to
reaching up, Dohalim twists a lock of his hair around a now slender finger, smiling softly]
Direct, as always. [he fights the urge to correct her, wanting to tell her that he doesn't view himself as attractive, female or male body; it's still something he's working on] I would suggest taking it in, as I wouldn't expect this to last too long.
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