Kiss of Life

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Who: Aira, Amami & anyone who hits me up
What: Catch-all
When: November
Where: Around
Warnings: TBA

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[sisters]

( it's endearing, and he supposes that her suggestion does make some sense, but he brushes the thoughts aside for now. he doesn't want to think about the state of where they are, or his concerns about halloween at a time like this — that's better saved for later.

for now, he'll let her pull herself away from him, even if he's a bit reluctant about doing so. it would be... weird, if he insisted he wanted to stay like that, so it's fine. he'll watch. at first, he wonders if it'll be something cute. then he's realistic, and understands that she'll probably make some kind of trouble. still, when she actually shoves the poor little jar of lights off the desk, he feels like he watches it shatter against the ground in slow motion. even after it hits, he just kind of... stares at it.

... )

Ah...

( disbelief, maybe? either way, he's going to have to clean that up, huh... his eyes linger on the shards of glass scattered across the floor, and he kind of doesn't want to have to go get the broom right now of all times. not when he knows this is such a limited opportunity. there's a brief pause, and he gives a bit of a sigh. )

C'mon, Rika-chan, we don't have all the time in the world then. Isn't there something you'd rather do than break my stuff?

( they do officially have one (1) old horror flick now, maybe she'd like that. amami doesn't particularly mind what they do (destruction of property aside), as long as he gets to have her presence there. there are things, of course, some things that he'd like more than others if he gets the chance, but beggars can't be choosers. for now, he's just going to look at her with this kind of tired, exasperated feeling to him; nothing too frustrated, but enough that maybe she'll get the idea. )

[contrarily]

( WHY isn't he impressed... evil. nasty. she can do cool ghost stuff (?) and he won't even praise her for it? grimacing, she crosses her arms over her chest childishly, and shrugs. )

I was hoping to break your stuff all night, so I didn't think of a backup plan... ( is this a joke?

yeah, but also not really —

she doesn't know what she wants to do, honestly. there's a lot of things, most of them impossible, but as long as she gets to hang out with him, she's not very picky. she came here to... well, what did she come here for? to see him, to talk to him, to tell him something she never did, but now she's determined to — this time, before she leaves, she'll definitely — )

Well! ( she claps her hands, and looks around. ) What is there to do? You're the one who knows the room, so you plan the date!

[sisters]

You're not gonna leave me with a room at all by the time you're done with it, huh.

( please, the cool ghost stuff would probably be so much more impressive if he wasn't wearing the ghost seeing glasses right now. as things stand, he kind of has to navigate around the shards of glass scattered across the floor now if he wants to make it over to the side of the bed to sit down. )

Well a lot of the things I can think of, I'm not sure what you'd be able to do, but... we could watch a movie. Go outside for a bit, or go swimming, take a nap.

( he won't admit it, but he is a little bit partial to that last one. he's hardly been sleeping well, something only made worse when even the lightest sounds in the night have him opening his eyes in a panic now, searching in the dim light to make sure that he hasn't been left behind again. a nap... even if he doesn't want to miss the time with rika, the idea of being able to just talk with her, to hold her hand if she'll let him and fall asleep next to her...

that would be nice.

for now though, he'll lean back against his palms, watching her with that same tired-but-fond expression. it's her pick from here. )

[contrarily]

Oh, don't be so dramatic. I won't destroy walls, or anything! Just trinkets and everything you have.

( is this a joke? maybe. figure that out yourself!

needless to say, she's not sure whether she can sleep, or swim, or go anywhere. she can watch over him while he sleeps, she guesses, and he looks... tired. worse for wear, definitely, like he hasn't been eating well, sleeping well, living well. a pang of guilt, and she shrugs, non-committal. )

What do you wanna do? You look like you could use a nap, or twenty. ( and she means this with all the affection she can muster, really. ) I'll let you use my thighs as a pillow... but afterwards, I wanna do something fun!

( do ghosts sink, or swim? )

[sisters]

( just everything he has, huh? he's smiling, but in that doormat boyfriend way that feels like "i wish you wouldn't...." )

Lap pillow, huh? Lucky me — pretty sure I missed my last chance at that one.

( and now he's kind of regretting it, not letting her spoil him a little more than he did at the maid cafe; not that he's opposed to the opposite or anything, just... you know, missed chances. that he can have at least one of them back, it's a nice feeling, if bittersweet in how.

he'll pat the spot beside him on the bed though, expectant. )

Anything you want. How does twenty minutes sound?

( "20 minutes solves nothing." okay, but sometimes when i'm tired, 8 seconds of closed eyes scares me into thinking i've just fallen asleep for an hour. it can count for something. )