[ It's just as much of a challenge for Cloud as it was going to be for Ayaka when they part the way they do. Yet if there's one thing that he's coming to understand, it's that bottling away his feelings and even some of his impulses only lead to complications. He purposely attempted to hide away from his friends when his heat got worse, for the sake of not wanting to cause trouble for them. Because he was worried about what he might do if he couldn't help himself. These feelings were fleeting. They'd pass; so he told himself. Cloud wouldn't take back what's happened, but he sure as hell can learn from it. He's learned that finding Ayaka tonight, amidst the whirlwind of emotions and distorted thoughts in his head, was the best thing to happen to him.
He wouldn't snap. He wouldn't lose control. If he was going to be some heated beast? He'd accept and control those urges; Cloud was going to use them for someone else's sake. Even if she didn't move closer to him? He wasn't letting go of her hand. The Daikoh awoken inside of him would keep her hand, take possession of her for one night. Make her his if it meant protecting her peace and tranquility. No one was taking her away from him. The Daishoku in him would focus on his sole craving; Kamisato Ayaka. He wants her, alone. They're going to keep partying; it didn't matter where if it meant he brought back the comfort she sought in him.
Best of luck to anyone else trying to stop them. His grip of her hand tightens, a reassurance that he wasn't going anywhere as he realizes that there's no sensible escape from the garden. He could jump down the wall...but that was too drastic, even for him over something like this. Cloud's certain that there's an outer perimeter of the palace that they can head through that didn't put them smackdab in the middle of the...coughfestivitiescough. Steeling himself, he leads Ayaka back inside. Back down the side hallway that they can follow towards the front lobby... ]
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[ Oh if only it was that simple. He can't drown out the euphoric moans and giggles of ecstasy that come from various rooms and the main hall. His cheeks redden, brow furrowing with frustration as he fights to cast all those vivid thoughts from his mind. It's a terrible thing, carrying these lustful traits and trying to use them for a different purpose. So help him, if he walks out of here flush with arousal, it'll all be worth it if they get out of here together and fastwhaaaat are those three doing. Instinctively, he squeezes Ayaka's hand, walking faster than before as two purple and one gold-kanzashi adorned threesome are getting very handsy with one another, the woman between the two getting felt up and craning her head back to kiss the one grinding up against her from behind and—
Oh. They spot them. Before the trio can even say anything, whether it was just "hi"— ]
This way.
[ Such authority in his voice as they cheese it the hell out of there. He shouldn't be as out of breath as he felt, his heart hammering away in his chest as he occasionally looks to Ayaka to make sure that she's still holding his hand. They blast by anyone and everyone that's getting frisky in the halls, out to the lobby, past the front doors (the guards are gone. wonder where. 💦), down the steps, and eventually? Finding themselves out on the open street in front of the palace. The moaning was gone!
Just the ones in his head now. KFJSHDA ]
Haa...haa...
[ He's not tired. It's definitely an entirely different kind of heavy breathing. 😳 ]
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He wouldn't snap. He wouldn't lose control. If he was going to be some heated beast? He'd accept and control those urges; Cloud was going to use them for someone else's sake. Even if she didn't move closer to him? He wasn't letting go of her hand. The Daikoh awoken inside of him would keep her hand, take possession of her for one night. Make her his if it meant protecting her peace and tranquility. No one was taking her away from him. The Daishoku in him would focus on his sole craving; Kamisato Ayaka. He wants her, alone. They're going to keep partying; it didn't matter where if it meant he brought back the comfort she sought in him.
Best of luck to anyone else trying to stop them. His grip of her hand tightens, a reassurance that he wasn't going anywhere as he realizes that there's no sensible escape from the garden. He could jump down the wall...but that was too drastic, even for him over something like this. Cloud's certain that there's an outer perimeter of the palace that they can head through that didn't put them smackdab in the middle of the...coughfestivitiescough. Steeling himself, he leads Ayaka back inside. Back down the side hallway that they can follow towards the front lobby... ]
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[ Oh if only it was that simple. He can't drown out the euphoric moans and giggles of ecstasy that come from various rooms and the main hall. His cheeks redden, brow furrowing with frustration as he fights to cast all those vivid thoughts from his mind. It's a terrible thing, carrying these lustful traits and trying to use them for a different purpose. So help him, if he walks out of here flush with arousal, it'll all be worth it if they get out of here together and fastwhaaaat are those three doing. Instinctively, he squeezes Ayaka's hand, walking faster than before as two purple and one gold-kanzashi adorned threesome are getting very handsy with one another, the woman between the two getting felt up and craning her head back to kiss the one grinding up against her from behind and—
Oh. They spot them. Before the trio can even say anything, whether it was just "hi"— ]
This way.
[ Such authority in his voice as they cheese it the hell out of there. He shouldn't be as out of breath as he felt, his heart hammering away in his chest as he occasionally looks to Ayaka to make sure that she's still holding his hand. They blast by anyone and everyone that's getting frisky in the halls, out to the lobby, past the front doors (the guards are gone. wonder where. 💦), down the steps, and eventually? Finding themselves out on the open street in front of the palace. The moaning was gone!
Just the ones in his head now. KFJSHDA]Haa...haa...
[ He's not tired. It's definitely an entirely different kind of heavy breathing. 😳 ]