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[originallutece]

is that a motherfucking homestuck reference in the year of our lord 2018

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[goldrighthand]

And how was the rest of your Tumenalia?

[hey gurl we cool or no]

[originallutece]

Would you like to hear about the part where my friend and I killed two men who thought to force themselves upon us, or the bit where I was forcibly rendered absolutely obedient by someone who had the same intentions as you?

[Ehhh]

[goldrighthand]

[whelp that answers that

but if she's asking]

The former, if you'd care to share.

[originallutece]

That's right. You like that sort of thing, don't you?

We were at a bar together. She's my Submissive-- unofficially, anyway, we haven't made a proper agreement just yet. But we were both Bodem. Three young men, all of them Crested, caught our eye. We left quickly, but not quickly enough.

They followed us. They stopped us where we stood, keeping our feet absolutely still. One of them touched me.

Dinah didn't care for that.

They had no idea that we might decide to fight back. It was short and bloody and quick; we left the corpses on the ground and went home.

[goldrighthand]

I'm not ashamed of what I do and do not enjoy. On the other hand, losing control of myself is something I did not relish.

[That's not an apology, but it's not intended to be, either. He's getting there. Maybe.]

Do you regret it?

[originallutece]

Good god, no. They began it. We simply ended it.

[goldrighthand]

[Okay, good. He sort of figured that would be the case, but felt the need to make sure.]

Good.

[There's a period of silence where it seems like that may be the end of it. Finally, he sighs, and keys in more]

My behavior was uncouth. I trust you understand the circumstances affected us all.

[originallutece]

Behavior here defined as . . .?

[She just wants to hear him say it.]

1/2

[goldrighthand]

[Rosalind pls]

2/2

[goldrighthand]

Taking advantage of you.

[lbr he only does that to people he doesn't respect, and also not in that way]

1/?

[originallutece]

Your taking advantage of me-- that is, pinning me to a wall and shoving your fingers in me in semi-public-- was . . . uncouth. And you think that because the circumstances brought out the worst in all of us, that's an excuse.

[originallutece]

You will notice, Akande, that not once did I mention that I took advantage of someone.

[originallutece]

Because I didn't.

[originallutece]

It wasn't a difficult thing to abstain from.

[originallutece]

I simply looked at someone and thought, "Ah! Shall I take advantage of them? No I shall not."

It's three steps. You may want to take note of them for the next time you see me.

DONE

[originallutece]

But. With all that being said . . . I am aware of the effects that the circumstances had upon all our psyches. And so long as you don't try such a thing in public again . . .

I suppose your apology is accepted.

that was beautiful and i love it

[goldrighthand]

[Akande can honestly not remember the last time he received such a scolding. He is reminded, very briefly, of his mother.

God damn, Madame Lucete. He needs a minute, that sort of knocked him out of the ring.]

So noted.

[originallutece]

[There's silence for a while. Not unfriendly, but that could be the end of the conversation. Except--]

Can you cook, Akande?

[goldrighthand]

[is this a trick]

Simple things. Nothing fancy. [he can make decent rice, does that count?]

[originallutece]

Make me dinner tonight.

[goldrighthand]

[It was, in fact, a trap. This would never fly in Talon; he'd maybe be expected to owe someone a favor, possibly take someone out to dinner, but not cook for them. This is completely out of the ordinary and he has no idea how to respond.

There's another bit of a pause, and then;]

Can you handle spicy food, or should I temper it?

[alternatively, should he find a cookbook.]

[originallutece]

Spicy food is fine.

[Or she'll make believe it's fine and then down a bunch of milk. Whatever. Can't show weakness.]

Eight o'clock, shall we say?

[goldrighthand]

Eight o'clock.

[Well, he's in this challenge now. Time to see how rusty his skills are in this department.]

[originallutece]

[Eight o'clock, and she dresses nicely. Not absurdly so, but pleasantly enough, her corset fitted and her dress elegant. She looks a little more old fashioned tonight, though not so much so someone would gawk.]

Hallo, Akande.

[She smiles, and oh, it's so terribly smug as she breezes past him and into his apartment.]

Dinner coming along nicely?

[goldrighthand]

[There are many battles the fabled Doomfist has won. Few foes can defeat him, fewer still more than once.

There are approximately three (3) failed attempts in the trash, and the only saving grace timewise is that he started early. So when Rosalind arrives and is allowed in, his final try - kebabs over rice, something simple but god damn if he's going to try anything fancy again - is only about halfway done.

No, he is not wearing an apron. He is, however, wearing a nice button up shirt with its sleeves rolled up. This may be is second shirt of the night, after his disastrous first attempt.]

It's coming along. It should be done in another fifteen minutes. Would you like something to drink?