[ Had it been someone familiar he'd be able to sense them through these walls, see all the ugliness of his kind blended together in the form of grotesque limbs or flowers. Instead Obikawa's blood runs hot with humiliation, in realizing that if not a god then he's speaking to a mere human who has found confidence in teasing him.
Humans in his world never dared to attempt at exorcising the Gods. They contaminated the land, polluted the air, and were able to take control of a person's entire mind with a single glance; draining them of all hope. And so of course they turned to their most effective way of handling creatures that threatened their position on the food chain: violence. ]
You sound like the type of person who scams people by saying there's a ghost in their closet.
[ He huffs in attempt to dismiss the mild irritation that still settles in his voice. ]
And like you have no reason to worry about me! 'Cause I've done nothing but be friendly with humans here. I've even sent dick pics. [ That were unwanted and the worst sexting experience someone had, but anyway. ]
Fortunately, we receive plenty of legitimate requests so that we don't need to lower ourselves to such things. Which isn't to say that such scam artists do not exist, but it behooves our.. community to ensure that they are dealt with.
Bad publicity spoils the whole industry, you know.
[Sure sounds more like a gangster than any kind of priest, doesn't it. Exactly the sort of human who rules with power. Matoba, who as part of his skillset was excellent at reading reactions, senses the aggravation on the other side. He struck a nerve there somewhere; now he just needs to keep picking at it.]
How fortunate we are, I suppose, that most of your kind are so slow to adapt to the innovations of man, [Sarcastically.] But if you are the sort that seeks to protect humans, I am sure we will have no problems at all. Did you manage to learn such things here in the resort, or had you already begun to adapt to the world of man?
[ He only wishes to poke and prod as the other man does, but his lips still twist into a dissatisfied frown. ]
I wouldn't know. [ All he knows are scientists and theory conspiracists; those that work directly with the innerworkings of the Gods. Maybe they considered working with specialists, but how could they ever know?
It only takes a glance for them to stop. ]
No comment. [ About protecting humans, or the fact that his kin aren't well-adapted. ] I've had a body for a couple years by now, but it's only here that I've bothered with sex -- was never a priority. But are you saying that you're more familiar with perverts?
It was the only solution -- he was in pain, he would react violently, begging and pleading until Obikawa finally sunk his teeth in. Producing a replica wasn't difficult as it was passed among the God's like candy, their kin becoming addicted and sluggish until their bliss sealed them in the belly of a beast. He had to protect Vollof from that, but he also had to satisfy the withdraws; bite, swallow, hold.
What else could he have done? What path could he have taken then this one?
Endless scenarios he doesn't wish to imagine, because the loneliness that comes would ruin him. ]
Yeah. [ Because if he didn't kill him, Alula would have. That's his excuse. ] Besides... even if he's gone, he's still with me.
[ In his stomach, so close to his heart it hurts in knowing that he can't hear his voice again. ]
But I think -- there's another friend of mine... he says he's got anxiety. Panics a lot. Can't sleep. [ Obikawa is taken just before he eats his fingers, but there's also... that! ] How do people not get dependent on that crap?
While he doesn't know the vore lore, isn't it a nice thought? To still carry a piece of a precious person inside you, and not just the emptiness of their absence. But so often, the latter is louder—so much more present, encroaching outward, ready to swallow up what little is left of someone you love into its void.
At least it sounds like this man has someone else to worry about. It's a good distraction. Nehan's tone dips slightly, not exactly warm, but less barbed. A little more natural. ]
Some drugs are safer than others. Sometimes it takes trial and error, and a watchful eye from a doctor who monitors symptoms and manages dosages... [ He trails off briefly. ] But most people in a bad enough state get desperate. Take your friend, for instance. If he hadn't slept in a few days, and he's panicking, wouldn't he grasp at any relief he could?
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Some medication would probably help your friend. But it's rarely a cure, and as with anything, it can be difficult to manage alone.
Mm... Yeah, I've had a bunch of doctors who'd manage what they could take from me before. Always talking about trial this, trial that, I didn't know it was that difficult. [ Which may give off the impression that he's either ignorant or naïve, but anyone could guess that he's not familiar by his relaxed tone. ] But I dunno what to do, if he does somethin' like that...
Maybe if I just paralyze him and force him to rest, he'll stop being such a headache! He's not even here and I'm thinking of him, don't you think that's annoying? Especially when I'm supposed to be playing with dildos and whatever.
[ The way he talks about this—it is strange. Familiar with the subject, but flippant. This man is clearly around drugs plenty, maybe even—administers them? Yet he asks basic questions, too.
He sighs, smoothing his tone back over to something more impassive. ]
What are you, some sort of test subject...
[ He straightens up, back cracking lightly. ]
Anyway, it just sounds like you're attached. It happens. [ Sometimes people occupy your thoughts, no matter what you do. Dryly, ] Maybe you're in love.
Hm, huuuuuuuuuuuh... [ Well, he's managed to fool enough people that he was human despite struggling to fill a resume. It wouldn't hurt to be just a bit honest. ] Something like that. No better test subject than a man in his late twenties who doesn't smoke and eats well, right?
[ And to his suggestion -- ]
Nah! I'm pretty sure eggs are the only thing I love.
[ That sounds like a typical lab rat of a person. A man in his late twenties, who eats well, and loves— ]
...Eggs...
[ He repeats with a little disbelief. There's a pause, more bracing than before, before he sighs. ]
Well, whatever you're out here feeling, it's not so bad to have someone you miss. Why don't you just tell him you're worried about his condition? You won't be able to help what he's feeling unless he feels he can share the root cause of the problem.
[ That's the key with any diagnosis—not just managing the symptoms, but figuring out what's wrong. Also, it's how to be a... friend. It's what he'd want, if he were sick. It's what anyone would want, he thinks. ]
[ Maybe he wanted to see it. But it wouldn't be a smart decision considering Obikawa has spoken about eating this man in particular more than once... anyway!! ]
... Hey. [ His voice dips, the glint in his eyes disappearing while the tips of his ears and cheeks remain flushed pink. ] How many people do you know can just change what they got? I can change more than just my dick, too!
[ And he's too drunk to realize that a demonstration isn't necessary, but in a blink of an eye he shifts. Aak may not be able to see it, but he'll definitely hear it as the deeper, more refined voice comes from the other side of the wall: ] And it gets better when I learn. So if you show it to me, I can copy it. Easy peasy.
[Plenty of things could be explained with science, arts, or magic! His access to Rhodes Island medical files meant he could get a pretty good overview of people's abilities unless they were behind high clearance. It's true, though, that outright changing was pretty impossible in his mind.]
[So there had to be a trick to it, right?]
So, you could copy a guy in one of these videos? How much do you gotta see exactly?
[Aak sits up in his seat, eager to play around with the idea. Of course, with the stranger on the other side of the partition, he can't he certain the transformation is 100% complete. He's just not quite ready to abuse the Lust buttons to go look.]
[ The trick is that Obikawa has to eat the person to get it perfect. Creating a carbon copy from the source was much easier, especially in this scenario — he can’t exactly analyze how an alien dick works by watching porn.
But he’s definitely not going to admit to not being able to do something. ]
It should be fine… if I watch him cum. [ A pause. ] Are you a fox or a bear?
[That is certainly a trick. If Aak ever learns it, he'll be grateful he didn't lead with "can you copy me?"]
That's what makes it fine? [Aak is skeptical but it's enough for him to hit the play button on the latest movie he tabbed over. This one was called "District Fine" and involved some sort of segregated alien section of the planet. It apparently has a deeper message but they do still manage to fit in thirty minutes of sex scenes with the insectoid underclass aliens.]
[they can still chat through the introductory worldbuilding, though,]
Feline. [a beat] Why were those your first two options?
[ There's just so much bad porn in this place. It's hilarious.
But Obikawa sinks into the plush couch, the tips of his ears tingling as the music begins to play. The aliens are still painted with obnoxious colors but there's at least the interesting enough story -- plus they don't have very obvious human dicks. ]
You act like a fox, but I'd imagine you'd look like a bear... either way not entirely human. But I know I could definitely beat you either way as a snake.
[ Some might describe an experience as being fucked to death... but Ish really was going through it. ]
I'm serious! I nearly got wine all over the carpet. [ He makes no attempt of sounding genuine, but he also doesn't want to make it sound like he's not down to fuck? Like he might as well? He's already experienced what it's like when he doesn't. ]
And nothing will happen as long as you don't press yours. So unless you wanna keep talking just don't press it.
[ it's true. no one's rly a virgin because life has fucked them over several times or something like that.
she hums in deep thought, narrowing her eyes at the button as if it's beckoning her to, before she gives up and presses it too. ]
Honestly, I'm getting tired of talking to people behind a damn wall. I hear some people are into the whole anonymity thing, but they can just not give out their names, you know?
[ the partition rolls up, revealing a woman with absurdly long hair, freckles, and an oversized shirt; when she raises her hand to wave, the sleeve rolls down to reveal her club suit tattoo covering up her whole arm. ]
[ Why is this happening — better yet, why is he confused? It’s obvious this human has taken a liking to his voice, dandy and flirtatious, and now she’s curious about his face! Yeah. That makes sense. He’s just so charming. ]
You’re probably just the type that has an easier time remembering face, huh?
[ He can’t relate.
But once the wall descends and they’re both revealed to one another, Obikawa quirks a brow of subtle interest. ] You’re a lot smaller than I thought you’d be! Wow! And your hair is long!
[ she does not have a voice kink, unfortunately. she returns his quirk of a brow with a slight frown. ]
Yeah, well. Most of my height went to my hair, I guess.
[ she's actually pretty tall compared to most girls here??? her average white woman height... but it's no skin off her nose, so she just shrugs that off and gestures to some more unopened drinks sitting nearby. ]
[ He lifts from the couch, silver goblet in hand as he approaches he pod. And listen, when you're six feet anyone bellow five-eleven is small.
Without hesitating he grabs an untouched wine bottle, settling beside her as he pops it open with a mirthful grin. One hand gripping the neck lightly as he pours himself a drink, only looking for her own cup once he's taken a sip. ]
To be fair I don't think we're supposed to finish it all. That'd just be insane. [ But who knows? Maybe there's someone here who can just go through liquor like water. ] Buuuuut... I don't think we exchanged names! I'm Obikawa Kiyoshi, ever heard of a name so cool?
[ It's a literal blessing that they're not on the topic of idolization and worship, because Obikawa might have taken actual offense. Like hello? Hiyori is just a boy -- but he's also funny and ambitious, so it wouldn't take long for him to shrug it off. ]
And it's on Valentine's? [ Not that he has any plans: eat chocolate and maybe spend some time at the library, if he doesn't find himself distracted at the arcade. ] Hopefully nothing too weird goes on this month. Hate if your performance had to be adjusted 'cause someone turned into a monster, or maybe just a giant statue of chocolate...
[... Obikawa has a point, though. And some of the possibilities he suggests have Hiyori's nose wrinkling. Ugh.]
We just dealt with monsters! And that would be completely the wrong holiday.
[But he slumps a little as he admits:]
We will have to postpone if things get too hectic, though. I know last year everyone got paired off in fake "marriages" and forced into wedding suites.
[Including him. That was how he woke up here, which means it's been almost a full year for him. Double ugh.]
I don't really celebrate, I've got no clue how they could ruin a couple days of our life here. Maybe spike some chocolate? Shower us in aphrodisiac roses?
[ That'd be too simple... Instead they get ugly babies. ]
What? Are you serious? [ He raises his voice -- not anger, but something akin to envy, whining. ] Why wasn't I here for that? I'd deserve it after having my honeymoon completely fucked over!
Both of those sound alarmingly possible! But let's try not to jinx it, shall we?
[He has a feeling it'll be worse than both of those ideas, now that he thinks of it. Aren't they due for another one of those "games" by now? Though then again, they did let the other winter holidays pass by normally, save for the room mix-ups... But no, Valentine's Day is a couple's holiday. Plus they celebrated it last year! Triple ugh.
At least Obikawa's reaction to the fake marriage thing serves as a distraction.]
You missed out on your honeymoon?
[Excuse his disbelief. He barely knows this guy, but Mr. Janitor sure didn't strike him as a married man!]
Does that mean your spouse is here with you? If so, how's that been working out?
It wasn't like your traditional honeymoon. [ No one would ever consider a man kidnapping a woman after impersonating as her dead fiancé and locking her in his home as a honeymoon. ] She's not here and we're totally going to have an annulment. So I'm still living that bachelor life.
[ He can't help himself but laugh. It's cruel, it's disgusting -- he's robbed that poor woman of everything, but he's at least somewhat aware that she plans to do the same. ]
Any kind of committed relationship here would be pretty rough, I'd imagine.
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[ Had it been someone familiar he'd be able to sense them through these walls, see all the ugliness of his kind blended together in the form of grotesque limbs or flowers. Instead Obikawa's blood runs hot with humiliation, in realizing that if not a god then he's speaking to a mere human who has found confidence in teasing him.
Humans in his world never dared to attempt at exorcising the Gods. They contaminated the land, polluted the air, and were able to take control of a person's entire mind with a single glance; draining them of all hope. And so of course they turned to their most effective way of handling creatures that threatened their position on the food chain: violence. ]
You sound like the type of person who scams people by saying there's a ghost in their closet.
[ He huffs in attempt to dismiss the mild irritation that still settles in his voice. ]
And like you have no reason to worry about me! 'Cause I've done nothing but be friendly with humans here. I've even sent dick pics. [ That were unwanted and the worst sexting experience someone had, but anyway. ]
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Fortunately, we receive plenty of legitimate requests so that we don't need to lower ourselves to such things. Which isn't to say that such scam artists do not exist, but it behooves our.. community to ensure that they are dealt with.
Bad publicity spoils the whole industry, you know.
[Sure sounds more like a gangster than any kind of priest, doesn't it. Exactly the sort of human who rules with power. Matoba, who as part of his skillset was excellent at reading reactions, senses the aggravation on the other side. He struck a nerve there somewhere; now he just needs to keep picking at it.]
How fortunate we are, I suppose, that most of your kind are so slow to adapt to the innovations of man, [Sarcastically.] But if you are the sort that seeks to protect humans, I am sure we will have no problems at all. Did you manage to learn such things here in the resort, or had you already begun to adapt to the world of man?
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I wouldn't know. [ All he knows are scientists and theory conspiracists; those that work directly with the innerworkings of the Gods. Maybe they considered working with specialists, but how could they ever know?
It only takes a glance for them to stop. ]
No comment. [ About protecting humans, or the fact that his kin aren't well-adapted. ] I've had a body for a couple years by now, but it's only here that I've bothered with sex -- was never a priority. But are you saying that you're more familiar with perverts?
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[ The pills, the needle, or fangs.
It was the only solution -- he was in pain, he would react violently, begging and pleading until Obikawa finally sunk his teeth in. Producing a replica wasn't difficult as it was passed among the God's like candy, their kin becoming addicted and sluggish until their bliss sealed them in the belly of a beast. He had to protect Vollof from that, but he also had to satisfy the withdraws; bite, swallow, hold.
What else could he have done? What path could he have taken then this one?
Endless scenarios he doesn't wish to imagine, because the loneliness that comes would ruin him. ]
Yeah. [ Because if he didn't kill him, Alula would have. That's his excuse. ] Besides... even if he's gone, he's still with me.
[ In his stomach, so close to his heart it hurts in knowing that he can't hear his voice again. ]
But I think -- there's another friend of mine... he says he's got anxiety. Panics a lot. Can't sleep. [ Obikawa is taken just before he eats his fingers, but there's also... that! ] How do people not get dependent on that crap?
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While he doesn't know the vore lore, isn't it a nice thought? To still carry a piece of a precious person inside you, and not just the emptiness of their absence. But so often, the latter is louder—so much more present, encroaching outward, ready to swallow up what little is left of someone you love into its void.
At least it sounds like this man has someone else to worry about. It's a good distraction. Nehan's tone dips slightly, not exactly warm, but less barbed. A little more natural. ]
Some drugs are safer than others. Sometimes it takes trial and error, and a watchful eye from a doctor who monitors symptoms and manages dosages... [ He trails off briefly. ] But most people in a bad enough state get desperate. Take your friend, for instance. If he hadn't slept in a few days, and he's panicking, wouldn't he grasp at any relief he could?
[ ... ]
Some medication would probably help your friend. But it's rarely a cure, and as with anything, it can be difficult to manage alone.
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Mm... Yeah, I've had a bunch of doctors who'd manage what they could take from me before. Always talking about trial this, trial that, I didn't know it was that difficult. [ Which may give off the impression that he's either ignorant or naïve, but anyone could guess that he's not familiar by his relaxed tone. ] But I dunno what to do, if he does somethin' like that...
[ He'd just feed someone else's addiction. Again. Again. Again. Again. ]
Maybe if I just paralyze him and force him to rest, he'll stop being such a headache! He's not even here and I'm thinking of him, don't you think that's annoying? Especially when I'm supposed to be playing with dildos and whatever.
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He sighs, smoothing his tone back over to something more impassive. ]
What are you, some sort of test subject...
[ He straightens up, back cracking lightly. ]
Anyway, it just sounds like you're attached. It happens. [ Sometimes people occupy your thoughts, no matter what you do. Dryly, ] Maybe you're in love.
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Nah! I'm pretty sure eggs are the only thing I love.
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...Eggs...
[ He repeats with a little disbelief. There's a pause, more bracing than before, before he sighs. ]
Well, whatever you're out here feeling, it's not so bad to have someone you miss. Why don't you just tell him you're worried about his condition? You won't be able to help what he's feeling unless he feels he can share the root cause of the problem.
[ That's the key with any diagnosis—not just managing the symptoms, but figuring out what's wrong. Also, it's how to be a... friend. It's what he'd want, if he were sick. It's what anyone would want, he thinks. ]
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[ Maybe he wanted to see it. But it wouldn't be a smart decision considering Obikawa has spoken about eating this man in particular more than once... anyway!! ]
... Hey. [ His voice dips, the glint in his eyes disappearing while the tips of his ears and cheeks remain flushed pink. ] How many people do you know can just change what they got? I can change more than just my dick, too!
[ And he's too drunk to realize that a demonstration isn't necessary, but in a blink of an eye he shifts. Aak may not be able to see it, but he'll definitely hear it as the deeper, more refined voice comes from the other side of the wall: ] And it gets better when I learn. So if you show it to me, I can copy it. Easy peasy.
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[So there had to be a trick to it, right?]
So, you could copy a guy in one of these videos? How much do you gotta see exactly?
[Aak sits up in his seat, eager to play around with the idea. Of course, with the stranger on the other side of the partition, he can't he certain the transformation is 100% complete. He's just not quite ready to abuse the Lust buttons to go look.]
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But he’s definitely not going to admit to not being able to do something. ]
It should be fine… if I watch him cum. [ A pause. ] Are you a fox or a bear?
[ This is a very serious question!! ]
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That's what makes it fine? [Aak is skeptical but it's enough for him to hit the play button on the latest movie he tabbed over. This one was called "District Fine" and involved some sort of segregated alien section of the planet. It apparently has a deeper message but they do still manage to fit in thirty minutes of sex scenes with the insectoid underclass aliens.]
[they can still chat through the introductory worldbuilding, though,]
Feline. [a beat] Why were those your first two options?
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But Obikawa sinks into the plush couch, the tips of his ears tingling as the music begins to play. The aliens are still painted with obnoxious colors but there's at least the interesting enough story -- plus they don't have very obvious human dicks. ]
You act like a fox, but I'd imagine you'd look like a bear... either way not entirely human. But I know I could definitely beat you either way as a snake.
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[ Some might describe an experience as being fucked to death... but Ish really was going through it. ]
I'm serious! I nearly got wine all over the carpet. [ He makes no attempt of sounding genuine, but he also doesn't want to make it sound like he's not down to fuck? Like he might as well? He's already experienced what it's like when he doesn't. ]
And nothing will happen as long as you don't press yours. So unless you wanna keep talking just don't press it.
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she hums in deep thought, narrowing her eyes at the button as if it's beckoning her to, before she gives up and presses it too. ]
Honestly, I'm getting tired of talking to people behind a damn wall. I hear some people are into the whole anonymity thing, but they can just not give out their names, you know?
[ the partition rolls up, revealing a woman with absurdly long hair, freckles, and an oversized shirt; when she raises her hand to wave, the sleeve rolls down to reveal her club suit tattoo covering up her whole arm. ]
Hey.
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You’re probably just the type that has an easier time remembering face, huh?
[ He can’t relate.
But once the wall descends and they’re both revealed to one another, Obikawa quirks a brow of subtle interest. ] You’re a lot smaller than I thought you’d be! Wow! And your hair is long!
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Yeah, well. Most of my height went to my hair, I guess.
[ she's actually pretty tall compared to most girls here??? her average white woman height... but it's no skin off her nose, so she just shrugs that off and gestures to some more unopened drinks sitting nearby. ]
Want some? Can't finish this all by myself.
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Without hesitating he grabs an untouched wine bottle, settling beside her as he pops it open with a mirthful grin. One hand gripping the neck lightly as he pours himself a drink, only looking for her own cup once he's taken a sip. ]
To be fair I don't think we're supposed to finish it all. That'd just be insane. [ But who knows? Maybe there's someone here who can just go through liquor like water. ] Buuuuut... I don't think we exchanged names! I'm Obikawa Kiyoshi, ever heard of a name so cool?
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for a second i forgot he's not coming inside her
if he doesn't breed her in their next smut thread i swear
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[ It's a literal blessing that they're not on the topic of idolization and worship, because Obikawa might have taken actual offense. Like hello? Hiyori is just a boy -- but he's also funny and ambitious, so it wouldn't take long for him to shrug it off. ]
And it's on Valentine's? [ Not that he has any plans: eat chocolate and maybe spend some time at the library, if he doesn't find himself distracted at the arcade. ] Hopefully nothing too weird goes on this month. Hate if your performance had to be adjusted 'cause someone turned into a monster, or maybe just a giant statue of chocolate...
[ To stay on theme, y'know. ]
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[... Obikawa has a point, though. And some of the possibilities he suggests have Hiyori's nose wrinkling. Ugh.]
We just dealt with monsters! And that would be completely the wrong holiday.
[But he slumps a little as he admits:]
We will have to postpone if things get too hectic, though. I know last year everyone got paired off in fake "marriages" and forced into wedding suites.
[Including him. That was how he woke up here, which means it's been almost a full year for him. Double ugh.]
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[ That'd be too simple... Instead they get ugly babies. ]
What? Are you serious? [ He raises his voice -- not anger, but something akin to envy, whining. ] Why wasn't I here for that? I'd deserve it after having my honeymoon completely fucked over!
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[He has a feeling it'll be worse than both of those ideas, now that he thinks of it. Aren't they due for another one of those "games" by now? Though then again, they did let the other winter holidays pass by normally, save for the room mix-ups... But no, Valentine's Day is a couple's holiday. Plus they celebrated it last year! Triple ugh.
At least Obikawa's reaction to the fake marriage thing serves as a distraction.]
You missed out on your honeymoon?
[Excuse his disbelief. He barely knows this guy, but Mr. Janitor sure didn't strike him as a married man!]
Does that mean your spouse is here with you? If so, how's that been working out?
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It wasn't like your traditional honeymoon. [ No one would ever consider a man kidnapping a woman after impersonating as her dead fiancé and locking her in his home as a honeymoon. ] She's not here and we're totally going to have an annulment. So I'm still living that bachelor life.
[ He can't help himself but laugh. It's cruel, it's disgusting -- he's robbed that poor woman of everything, but he's at least somewhat aware that she plans to do the same. ]
Any kind of committed relationship here would be pretty rough, I'd imagine.
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cw for cannibalism i'm sorry
never apologize
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