[ He'll be reminded that her stamina hasn't gone down a bit with 'age'. The spunk she has wasn't just reliant on adrenaline or energy drinks. She was youthful to a fault, teasing and in with the times – but the girl had some energy to burn. He sets the mood light, keeps the punches rolling in terms of flirtations and challenges, as if trying to get back to how they were... A late dinner/early breakfast, a shower, a game... and some rest. It sounds like the formula for a good night until Hana has Winston blowing her phone up for a scheduled pick-up.
We'll see how that goes: do not threadjack or I will delete the community.
When he talks of taking, there's quite a few ways she could take that but she appraises the situation and just hums a sing-song kind of way in response. He knows what she's thinking – it's written all over her face. ]
Wins are what we're calling them, uh huh. [ But, he'd notice the humming is definitely more akin to the title screen of some of the fighting games they've played together. Like this, which totally got a remix or something. ] Do your worst, Grayson.
[ But, with the healing being the complete opposite of worst – Hana was pretty pleased with the visual. The scars were part of the territory... even Hana has a nice growing collection. One on the side of her hip, another on the inside of her forearm, a few leftover marks from scabbed knees or burns. She's far from perfect either but – maybe that's why they were here. This was badges of honor but they were both smart enough not to glorify it at least.
Her cheeks puffed out comically when he said I need healing. ]
AUGHHH, we hear that enough!! [ She laughs with an annoyed tone, but before she can realize the gravity of the situation... he brings her back down to Earth. Their closeness noted, his hand taking hers. Words peppered sweetly as if that was a prize hard-earned. Just as badly as he wants to kiss her, she looks up and expects it. When he falls short... she shakes her head. ] When will you get it? You're nerfing your chance at living if you think you deserve certain things... What if I say... you don't deserve another bite of food?
[ It's bold, a bit cruel with how she speaks it. Standing on her tip-toes, she's nearly brushing her nose against his... eyes serious: ]
And... maybe you deserve a shower.
[ Whether he wanted to or not, she settles back on her soles and starts... back-stepping. Guiding him slowly when her fingers hook into the waistband of his costume. Her eyes don't leave his, the tension and synergy reaching a point of no return now. But, of course, Hana has to be a shitlord: ]
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We'll see how that goes: do not threadjack or I will delete the community.
When he talks of taking, there's quite a few ways she could take that but she appraises the situation and just hums a sing-song kind of way in response. He knows what she's thinking – it's written all over her face. ]
Wins are what we're calling them, uh huh. [ But, he'd notice the humming is definitely more akin to the title screen of some of the fighting games they've played together. Like this, which totally got a remix or something. ] Do your worst, Grayson.
[ But, with the healing being the complete opposite of worst – Hana was pretty pleased with the visual. The scars were part of the territory... even Hana has a nice growing collection. One on the side of her hip, another on the inside of her forearm, a few leftover marks from scabbed knees or burns. She's far from perfect either but – maybe that's why they were here. This was badges of honor but they were both smart enough not to glorify it at least.
Her cheeks puffed out comically when he said I need healing. ]
AUGHHH, we hear that enough!! [ She laughs with an annoyed tone, but before she can realize the gravity of the situation... he brings her back down to Earth. Their closeness noted, his hand taking hers. Words peppered sweetly as if that was a prize hard-earned. Just as badly as he wants to kiss her, she looks up and expects it. When he falls short... she shakes her head. ] When will you get it? You're nerfing your chance at living if you think you deserve certain things... What if I say... you don't deserve another bite of food?
[ It's bold, a bit cruel with how she speaks it. Standing on her tip-toes, she's nearly brushing her nose against his... eyes serious: ]
And... maybe you deserve a shower.
[ Whether he wanted to or not, she settles back on her soles and starts... back-stepping. Guiding him slowly when her fingers hook into the waistband of his costume. Her eyes don't leave his, the tension and synergy reaching a point of no return now. But, of course, Hana has to be a shitlord: ]
Stinky.