towerofanimus | 04 | but really I'm not actually your friend

Characters: Zett and you! Backdated somewhat to May 1st-4th.
Setting: Floors 92, 73, 99, then around the tower May 4th only.
Format: Starting actionspam, will change to match!
Summary: Zett has hide and seek to play. Then he finds a doll...
Warnings: None so far. Violence likely in the doll prompt. Chloe's thread gets creepy in sexual ways.

[Floor 92/Floor 73]
[If you're someone who's agreed to play hide and seek with Zett, on the agreed-upon day and time you'll find Zett tapping his foot impatiently near the stairway.] There you are!

[If you're not someone who's agreed to play, well, you might run into him waiting for his partner anyway. He'll explain what he's doing if asked.]

[Floor 99]
[Zett spends a lot of time in the caverns here. They remind him of his home in the Deep Hole, actually...

Visitors will find him just lying on his back staring up at the ceiling.]

[Around the Tower]
[It looks like Zett's giving a guide to the tower to someone, stopping at each floor on the stairway and explaining that floor's particular hazards to them. It's very thoughtful of him to do so.

Unfortunately, that 'someone' is a doll from the toy shop. Resembling a redheaded girl, it doesn't look exactly like the friend Zett left at home... But the doll's powers of suggestion are strong and he's now convinced that Mirai Kaname has entered the tower.

And he will lash out violently if anyone attempts to hurt her.]

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He kept his mouth shut, but he let the kiss linger as she wanted it to. His ears were sensitive and her touch sent shivers through him, ones that she might be able to notice.

It made her remember Parsee a little, something that caused her cheeks to flush some. Turning her head a little, she pulled as much as she could at his lower lip while her fingers ran just along the edge of his ear, over the back. Eventually, she pulled back and smiled. "Yes. A half sip is fine," she whispered, not moving her fingers from his ear just quite yet.

He blushed a little more, but managed to pick up the flask and take a tiny half-sip. "I've never messed with someone else's ears."

"You aren't the first," she said, taking another sip and grinning down at him. There was considerably less slosh in the flask at this point though there was still some left. She leaned in to nibble at it if he didn't stop her. "And I've never had mine nibbled on..."

Oh, that was so cheating.

Zett took another sip, nearly dropping the flask in the process. "I-I think we'd better stop soon."

"There isn't much left," she whispered, helping him hold it while her fingers curled up to the top. "You wouldn't want to quit so close to the end, would you?"

Nip.

Shiver. "I've never been born the conventional way."

As she took another sip, she guessed that there was about a shot left in the flask. Three shots worth was enough that she felt buzzed, pleased, and a bit bolder. She nipped again, a little higher along his ear, and when she offered him the flask, the words were whispered very softly into his ear. "I've never hidden in a basket for hide and go seek."

Zett took another sip. "I've never found electricity to be sexually stimulating." He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Sip. Just one left. She swished it around and smiled at him, leaning, her fingers running along his ear while she let her lips linger almost at kissing range. "I haven't ever asked to stop a drinking game three sips from the end," she whispered softly, putting it up to his lips and grinning.

Zett took his last sip and set the flask down on the ground. "N...now what do you want to do?"

He doesn't think it involves taking a step back.

"I heard about another game," she whispered, glancing to the side to the empty sarcophagus leaning against the wall. It wasn't the one that the mummy had come from. Her eyes twinkled and both hands reached for an ear apiece, her lips less than an inch from his as she purred.

"Ever heard of 'seven minutes in heaven?' We just need a dark, lonely place where no ... monsters will interrupt."

"Is this a kissing game?" he asked flatly. "And I don't even like heaven. They're jerks there."

"It can be," she said softly. "And we could call it seven minutes in hell, if you like." Admittedly, from the look in her eyes, she wouldn't be setting a timer if he let her talk him into this.

"What is it if it's not a kissing game?"

These were serious questions.

"Mmmm, you'll have to let me show you to know the answer to that," she whispered, leaning forward to his ear and blowing on it. Admittedly, for those who didn't want to be there, it usually was awkward staring at each other in a dark closet.

Of course, she had other ideas.

Sober, he would have said no way Jose. Drunk... "Alright, why not. Ladies first, right?"

Tomorrow, she might get electrocuted for this... In fact, she actually expected it. Lifting up at him to help him to his feet, she started working her way over to get into the cramped space. As long as he was following her in, she'd close the sarcophagus. Her hand could feel the latch that would open it from within.

But for now, everything just Faded to Black.

(OOC: For those watching, it probably doesn't get past PG-13 in there, buuuuut seems a good time to turn out the lights.)

04 | but really I'm not actually your friend

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