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[hoasen]

[And so is another normal day, or at least as normal as one can have it in a place like Blanc. And by normal, we mean that two of our Heroes now are trapped in a situation where they're out and about on their own mission, and find themselves both lost and nearly depleted of mana. At least they managed to find shelter, a neat looking hut that seems long abandoned, because while all the facilities are there and it provided fresh water, there was absolutely no food.

At least Vietnam packed them some.]

Do you want to taste yourself or should I?

[Unfortunately, the cookies themselves have been processed over and over to the point where eating them does nothing to replenish mana. They may have to go out hunting soon for dinner, after they rest a bit.

Still she holds two up, one that looks like him, the other looking like her.]

Comments

[hoasen]

Alright, one level-headed individual, one selective one.

[Which was what she was trying to prove to him in the first place. She looks up for a moment.]

You speak terrible things so calmly. ["Calmly".]

[locktouches]

How else am I supposed to say terrible things?

[He tilts his head at her.]

With a deep, evil overtone?

[hoasen]

[She clears her throat because she nearly laughed. JUST NEARLY.]

You already have a very deep voice. You've covered half of that.

[locktouches]

[he heard that.]

And how exactly does one create an "evil" overtone to their voice?

[hoasen]

[She furrows her brows, and she has to think about this.]

Hmm...

[Clearing her throat, she tries to deepen her voice, and murmurs.]

I'll be stealing something from you tonight.

[Does that work, let her think about this.]

[locktouches]

[... Niles snort laughs, and it's not subtle. Nice try, Vietnam.]

Really, now. And what were you planning on stealing from me, oh-evil one?

[hoasen]

[SHE TRIED!!! Which is why she gets a little huffy and tries to keep it going.]

I don't know, do you have anything worth stealing?

[locktouches]

Probably not.

[Unrepentant, this one.]

You might have to get a little creative.

[hoasen]

So if not material things, I suppose I will have to leech as much of your mana as possible.

[Although, she didn't quite mean all the implications that could result from saying that. Not yet. She did, however, wrap her arms so firmly around his waist to leech it!! Alright, she's teasing, just a little, and it's not that firm.]

[locktouches]

Hmm. Well, it's a mutually beneficial activity.

[He lets out a slightly "oof" when she leeches onto his waist, and shifts an arm so that he can rest a hand against her hip - loose and comfortable.]

Of course if skin-to-skin works best for this whole leeching process then technically someone here should be shirtless if you're going to make the most of this.

[Niles, on the other hand, has exactly zero issues with taking those implications and running with them.]

[hoasen]

[She sits up slightly, letting her eyes sweep over his form for a moment before clearing her throat. Well, it wasn't like she never saw him shirtless before.]

Then... [Her hands move to fiddle with the hem of his shirt.] Would you rather I steal your shirt as well?

[locktouches]

[It's true, she has seen him without a shirt before.

Still, from the way he cups his cheeks with his hands in mock, affronted shock, you'd think she hadn't.]

How forward of you.

[Niles, stop being an asshole.]

But I suppose if you can take possession of it then it's yours. [Thaaaat's how it works, usually.]

[hoasen]

[Exactly, what's new...other than pure embarrassment sometimes.

And whoa! She's getting flustered, but at the same time she's driven by the challenge to defeat him once and for all. Which means she's definitely going to steal his shirt, sliding her hands up from his back.]

You're going to make it difficult, no?

[locktouches]

[It's a state of being she'll have to get used to here.

He has his arms folded now. Of course he's not making it easy.]

Anything worth having shouldn't be easy to obtain, don't you think?

[hoasen]

[WOW NILES WHAT AN ASS. Of course she should get used to it, though she doesn't want to force his arms away. Well, not yet anyway.]

I suppose you're right, but how valuable is this shirt?

[locktouches]

As valuable as you make it. It's a nice shirt.

[Good pec cleavage view too. Surely that adds some more incentive to it.

Or she could take her shirt off, but that's probably considered rude.]

[hoasen]

[It's getting hard to draw her eyes away...]

I wouldn't want to rip it then, it does have good stitching... [Now she's just touching around his collar, as if she's studying the seams.

Also wow! Getting a lady to take her shirt off. Well that could work too in a way. She will have to soon.]

[locktouches]

[He's hypnotising her with his pecs, apparently.]

You don't have to rip something to remove it.

[His words are a little bit pointed - it's not hard, Vietnam. Besides, if this will aid along the mana restoration and get rid of that fuzzy feeling mana loss has been giving him then he's all for as close a physical contact as Vietnam is willing to allow.]

[hoasen]

[She's mesmerised...it's true.]

Agreed...so uncross your arms.

[And if he does, then perhaps she would too...just for the sake of mana restoration and transferring, of course. That's all that is, right? Just like exchanging body heat.]

[locktouches]

[They are pretty impressive. She can touch them if she wants.]

Aye, aye milady.

[Little point in dragging things out, so he relaxes enough to unfold his arms. If the body heat excuse is working for you, Vietnam, then feel free to strip away.]

[hoasen]

[She'll be touching now since she has to take his shirt off...as she does, rather slowly since she's trying to "steal his shirt".]

You're agreeable when it counts.

[Arms out, please! And then she will consider whether or not her own shirt needs to go. Although it probably does...since you know, body heat...]

[locktouches]

I'm pragmatic at heart.

[Annnnd out go the arms, with little fuss.]

The more skin contact we have, the sooner this fuzzy, mana-loss related headache starts to recede.

[hoasen]

Understood.

[And off goes his shirt. However the words he says repeats itself in her head, which ends up giving her little time to admire his torso.]

...

[And she starts to unbutton her own shirt.]

[locktouches]

[Oh.

Well. It appears Vietnam is being fairly pragmatic too. Niles leans back against the wall of their shelter, sliding down a little further so that he can admire the excellent craftsmanship of the ceiling while Vietnam sheds her own clothing.

Yes.]

[hoasen]

[He's a rather good sort, when it counts, which is practically now. So once she removes her shirt, to make sure he doesn't...see...anything, she presses close, face red and not really looking at him.

Actually she miscalculated, now that she's pressing against him, feeling his warmth makes this a whole lot worse, in that she's beginning to feel a lot more hotter inside.]