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WHAT in person
WHERE anywhere
WHEN Day 85

[ You were minding your own business when you hear a snap-click, like the handcuff sound in movies. Or you suddenly feel a soft collar slide around your throat. Wow, is this a dog collar? Anyway, possibly even more worrisome than that is that you're handcuffed to someone else OR someone else seems to have the other end of a leash attached to your collar in their hand. You are STUCK handcuffed to someone or leashed and collared (or. holding a leash, unable to let go) unless you complete a task. You just know which task because psychic messages are also part of QM life.

1. Kiss
2. Stab & Care -- there's some knives laying around but with them are first aid kits and you won't be free unless you take care of the wound you fiends
3. Hug
4. Punch
5. Share a secret/A confession ]

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[ don't be mean Dazai. there's a whuff of air as he's pinched but in retaliation he moves his hand to dig the flat of his palm against the angle of Dazai's hip, pinching skin against the bone with a pointed sort of pressure. ]

[ hisses again, but he doesn't let up on his grip, keeping it steady but his other hand presses harder down into the bed. ]

[ he lets up with his own pressure but moves to grip Dazai's hip, fingertips -- and nails -- digging into his skin through the bandages as he angles to pull him up closer to Mori. ]

[ he deadweights, a bit like a toddler but it's not like it's very useful considering how close they are. digs his fingers in harder though, trying to slide them between the gaps of a rib. ]

[ he breaks the kiss with another sort of whuff of air out, but it's also to shift the angle some -- he drops Dazai's hip but his other knee shifts from where it was against the bed, beside Dazai's legs, to going to rest on Dazai's leg and dig in there, weight leaning on him. ]

[ ah. his whole body curls towards that leg then and he does leg go of Mori's side, only to push against him with his whole hand rather than pinch. there's words on the tip of his tongue but instead of saying them he almost nuzzles at Mori's neck before going for the bite ]

[ he lets off with his leg when the pinching stops, some give and take, and doesn't seem -- displeased, with the bite to his neck, there's a rough sort of laugh before he grabs at Dazai's hip again and pulls down instead of up. the knee between Dazai's legs goes up with the same motion and tries to push into his groin. ]

[ the laugh infuriates him. he has the feeling he's done what was expected and he hates it, but despite that he finds his knees drop open a little wider, rocking against Mori's knee with a quick gasp ]

[ generously he keeps the pressure up -- but it's not exactly gentle, a rough rocking of his knee between Dazai's legs with what little space is afforded to him there, having to hunch over him some to get the right leverage for it, hand not on Dazai's hip bracing on the bed again ]

[ he doesn't want to become needy and turns his face to the side, keeping his right eye towards Mori, though at this distance it's not exactly an easy way to keep a view of everything. it's almost sullen, as he stops the movement of his own bodies ]

Hmm?

[ he pulls back for just a moment, tongue briefly running over his own very-bit lip. his knee take a rest too as he looks down over him. ]

For a moment it almost seemed like you were enjoying this.

Is that what it seems like.

I did say almost.

[ he rocks his knee into him again -- but it's rougher, to the point of discomfort. ]

[ only thinks about it for a split second before raising an elbow to try and jab it into Mori's face. ]

[ his lips crook and he catches that with the hand that had been bracing on the bed. ]

I wonder if you'd enjoy being restrained. Those bandages of yours could be put to good use.

Is that a request.

[ keeps applying pressure forward towards Mori's face as if he can actually hit him ]

Should I phrase it more directly?

[ his hold keeps, the pressure increasing again. ]

I'm declining.

What a pity.

[ does try to pin that arm down though ]

[ fights the pin for a moment and then gives in with an exaggerated sigh. ]

You don't intend to undress?

I had intended to but it turns out you're quite the handful.

Maybe you're just getting fragile in your old age.

You're more fragile than I am.

[ he straightens himself some, lifting his hand up off Dazai's arm to start undoing the buttons on his own shirt ]

And yet.

[ doesn’t finish it, he doesn’t think he needs to really. There’s a kind of morbid fascination with watching Mori undo his shirt like some kind of weird taboo from childhood that never got erased ]

You're valiant despite that.

[ he keeps himself in good shape despite his occupation. not Fukuzawa shape but a solid sort of lankiness - - and with the same clinical neatness he folds his shirt up and puts is somewhere out of the way on the bed ]