edelstein | GP: IC INBOX

My doors are open until 3am if you're looking for a rest stop.

[It doesn't matter, he matters! And, well, the fact they only had so many days that House Finch might reward them for things they'd do anyways. Still, he's pleased.]

then tomorrow!
whatever i like starting from when we meet at finches

It's called hugging, yanno! I'm giving you a hug!

[Aak fusses, wielding his marginally higher emotional honesty. He briefly squeeze with both arms before relaxing again. She actually gets the courtesy of his caution, not pressing or squeezing anywhere that's noticeably bruised.]

[He can feel her lean against his arm, there's some degree of comfort there, it's just so thorny a situation that he doesn't know how to properly attack it. She was fucked to hell and back, he knows in the same situation he'd try and make a joke just like that, but...]

[Maybe it is better to take care of the obvious stuff, first.]

Yea, I saw some stools. Nothin' comfy but what d'you expect.

Yea, even unlicensed people are probably gonna double-take if the one treatin' them's all fuzzy...

[It's a strange little admission that, despite how he claims to hate doctors, he still envisions himself working as one. It's his hobby, he insists. It's all he has sometimes.]

Guess you, [a little lean forward, cold nose boop] gotta figure out how to handle me bein' bored!

[What a joy, to be someone else's problem!]

( ... oh. she thought it was... like an egg sandwich cafe or something...

every time rin just casually explains kink to her, robin dies a little bit on the inside, but that's ok... )

I wouldn't want to trouble you with the effort and the space...

If it's permissible, I'll bring sandwiches and some mint tea to your room, perhaps? I would offer my suite, but I haven't the luxury of a kitchen or adequate dining space.

I've been meaning to ask if there might be a communal kitchen we could use for those of us without a large suite to accommodate.

… Some.
Not this week, though.

dress code?

Just don't put your bare ass on my couch before asking.

[ Not being able to see her right now helps a lot in more ways than one. There's a little less fear of what she's about to cram into him when he can't see the sheer volume she's packing right now, but there's also less of that desperate yearning if he's not looking too. This is not the first time that something in the resort has made him hunger for sexual contact in a way that's so overwhelming and wholly unfamiliar to him, but it is the first time he's found himself wanting the sexual contact to come in this particular form.

He doesn't really know what to do with himself, but lying back, screwing his eyes shut, and waiting for it to finish up and leave him in an embarrassed daze seemed the best he could hope for.

Unfortunately for him, Rin isn't letting him get away with gritting his teeth and bearing it. His eyes snap open as he props himself up on one arm, scowl clear on his face as he glances at her smug mug for a second, before dropping his gaze down to where her body is pressed so much closer to his own now. ]

Jackass...

[ There's still some heat in the name, a little venom behind his tone, but not as much as he'd like as he takes a deep inhale.

Guide her in his ass (metaphorical, but literal too in this case), she doesn't need the help at all. She's just doing this to prolong his embarrassment, and the fact that it's going to work means he will have to think up some way to get her back for this.

Later........

He has to swallow again, his mouth flooding with drool once more in excited anticipation for what's to come here, and the scowl kept on his face is a concerted effort on his part as he reaches a hand out to uncertainly wrap it around the middle of her cock.

That small act is all it takes for something inside him to snap a little. His expression twists slightly, the scowl not completely gone, but also not doing a great job of covering up the hunger lying under it either. His movements are quicker how as he shifts his body forward, closer to hers so that he can guide the tip of her new prick to press against his entrance. It's slick, allowing for a fairly easy slide for at least the head to start to breach, and his eyelids flutter for a moment, gaze almost immediately glazing over as her cock finally starts to sink into his body. ]

[ NGH ........ he actually writes 'who are you calling little, I'm taller than you' before deleting it, because even he has limits of how shittily obtuse he can be. So after a long moment of the typing bubble coming and going, what instead comes through is: ]

yeah well i didn't mean it seriously or anything either okay
i thought it was obvious
so

Of course. I'll be at your mercy, so consider it a late addition to your birthday.

Early Bird Hall has cafeteria style seating, but it would probably be more comfortable using my space. My kitchenette has an island we can eat at, or we can utilize the living room.

Next time you do I want to watch.

[ He already knows Rin is hot -- he would have known that even without having seen her naked before. Rin is hot even clothed, after all. With that build and that face, she's almost unbearably hot so long as she's not bitching on and on about something or the other. And now, with the way his thoughts feel hazy from this stupid game -- he almost can't handle the sight of her undressing. Fuuta's movements end up slowing, and he finds himself freezing awkwardly bent over with his sweatpants pulled down to his knees, so he can better stare at Rin slipping out of her clothes.

The sight alone has his stomach clenching tight with desire. Then the shift and slide of fabric out of the way sends a fresh wave of her pheromones washing over him, and Fuuta's knees almost give out from under him; he does end up wobbling awkwardly in place, and it's only the threat of spilling gracelessly over the floor that has him hurriedly regaining his balancing and shucking off his sweatpants. It's just his boxers covering him now, the front tented over his obvious erection, and Fuuta straightens up with a stifled grunt when Rin approaches.

He's quick to blush by default, but his face is definitely a shade or two pinker than usual when Rin's fingertips brush over his cheek. Fuuta can barely bring himself to meet her eyes for a moment before his eyes skip nervously downward, words jittery to match his twitchy gaze. ]

You probably would have been fine? Even if it wasn't me? [ -- wait. Saying that feels bad, actually. Fuuta inhales sharply as his gaze tracks over her collarbone, the gentle curve of her breasts, her flat stomach. ] But ... yeah. Guess it works out. That I ran into you for this stupid g --

[ And then he can't help the way his brain grinds to a halt when his gaze slides down over the front of her underwear. Which ... uh. Sure is more shapely that he remembers? Though he hardly seems scared or disgusted, Fuuta does look confused, visible eye wide when he gives a blink, staring hard at the stretch of fabric over the front of Rin's groin ... even as his face flushes even hotter, lips parting as his breaths growing shallower. Even with his visible confusion, everything else about his body language telegraphs want. ]

Then I'll do my part by tidying up the dishes and not overstaying my welcome.

Thank you, Miss Rin. Is there something you might be particularly craving that I can procure for you while I'm at it? No request would be too great. I do feel as though I owe you a fair deal.