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𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑨𝑵. ([personal profile] carcajous) wrote in [community profile] diademlogs 2025-06-13 06:36 pm (UTC)

[ She's had a little too much to drink, is what he tells himself. That's all this is. He decides he's okay with that. He can let her drag him along 'cause she's a bottle of champagne down and wants to forget that she's in a shithole of a world far from the New York she knows. For a woman who was chased by a bunch of formless void monsters three weeks ago, she's actually handling it pretty well.

A pause. His gaze flicks to her outstretched hand. He passes her the bottle. Their fingers brush, and he doesn't pull away when they do.

His feet are still bare when he pads through the resort, boots left behind in her hut. She steps into the next one, and he ducks under the low doorway after her. Inside, there's a couple of the depowered androids scattered everywhere, gleaming metal skulls staring back at him. Kinda unnerving, even if he's gotten used to it. He doesn't think too much about taking what's here, though. Not like anyone else is using it. ]


So, uh [ he scoops up a slinky bikini, one pink floral strap dangling off his finger, ] what else can I pull off?

[ Definitely not that. He drops the swimsuit—but maybe he's not hiding that he's thinking about what she can pull off. (Everything, he's pretty sure.) ]

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