Yakumo Yukari (八雲 紫) (
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quietmounds2017-06-06 04:44 pm
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WHAT in person
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WHEN day 7, evening -> night
NOTES it's just a mingle really
[ Maybe you're getting off work now, or maybe you're just heading there. Or maybe you don't even have a job? Either way, it's a nice quiet evening to be outside in Quiet Mounds. Out on the streets, there's no sound at all. No birds or crickets, no murmur of crowds, no traffic. Isn't it peaceful? ]
WHERE ALL OVER
WHEN day 7, evening -> night
NOTES it's just a mingle really
[ Maybe you're getting off work now, or maybe you're just heading there. Or maybe you don't even have a job? Either way, it's a nice quiet evening to be outside in Quiet Mounds. Out on the streets, there's no sound at all. No birds or crickets, no murmur of crowds, no traffic. Isn't it peaceful? ]

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[there's a little pulse of amusement, heat, attraction]
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—as you've demonstrated!
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I'm . . . an odd one out, where I'm from. So it's interesting to hear about it.
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[a little arch, but he's also laughing and clearly not too offended]
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I'm a literal demon. I'm especially well-behaved and exceeding expectations.
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Uh, the job description is temptation, I hear?
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Hmm. That's a big part of it. Damning souls, all that. I'm sort of rogue, though. I mostly just do the tempting for mutually consenting fun.
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...damnation not included?
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Don't worry, I know that.
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what the actual hell is going on in my life right now]
...I. Well all right then.
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Any further concerns, or do you not like blonds, either?
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You have lovely hair—
[just kind of in a state of disbelief that he's not in a state of disbelief...?]
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[she's grinning, shifting a little closer]
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[reaching out to touch her hair, running his fingers through it]
Did you want a list...?
[he leans in as he says that, his voice lowered to a murmur]
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[letting him control the pace, though she shifts closer, chest pressing against his]
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