Enter Free For All [any universe, any version, just let me know, noisy muse is noisy, etc.~]

[interpolate]

Metaroids could be truly interesting things. To think that a Metaroid from a film projector could create life-like, realistic and, most importantly, solid and tangible images... To consider the power inherent in simple kitchen tools...

Discovering the existence of polygraph machines was trés bien as far as Enter was concerned, and upon corrupting one of these marvelous machines with Metavirus: Shinjitsu, he was presented with a Metaroid that could, through the facilitation of small darts, force the victim to speak only the truth.

What havoc they will wreak together. Magnifique!

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[emperortoughguy]

He grabs onto my hips, and he's really strong for being a little guy. Not that it hurts, it's just firm, it's real and concrete and holding me down right here, right now, not letting me float away into the mental space of what if's and who me's and why now's.

I think he's blushing, but maybe it's just my blush reflecting off his face, because I'm burning up. And... And I don't think all of it is embarrassment.

After a moment, or maybe it's several moments, or a week or two, I can't breathe anymore, it's like I forgot how, and I break my mouth away from his and tip my head down so I'm not gasp-panting right in his face.

"Sh-shit." It's a good curse, just overwhelmed, not upset. But who knows how he'll take it. He can be really jumpy.

[wheeloffortune]

I admit I am more than a bit breathless when he finally breaks the kiss, but I am not gasping as he is. Instead my breaths are shallow and slight, barely gathering any proper amount of air into my lungs.

I find I am leaning against him, for support, for balance. And perhaps simply out of a need to be close to him.

I greatly enjoy being close to him.

I lick my lips, and there is something decidedly different there. A new flavor, and I realize that it's him, the lingering touch of his lips.

Oh.

"Kanji," I look at him, then glance past him, over toward his futon. "Could we please sit down for a moment? I find my legs are rather... unsteady."

[emperortoughguy]

There it goes again, I think my heart's gonna break my shirt, the way he says my name all casual like that. I swallow, hard, and I still can't really breathe good, but I manage to choke out a 'sure' and a nod.

Of course, I totally missed his nod towards the futon so I sort of direct him to my desk chair instead and sit him down on it and then crouch down in front of him, except even then I come up nearly to his shoulder.

"A-aa-are you okay?" I internally curse my stutter, but at least I got the question out.

[wheeloffortune]

"I am quite all right." I am still a bit breathless, still feel somewhat like I am floating, but I am certainly all right, more than all right, in fact.

He is blushing, and gazing at me with a mix of fear and something else. Possibly nausea? I hope I have not caused him to feel unwell...

Oh but he is handsome.

Now I am blushing. Again.

"I simply feel that we should discuss this matter before we proceed any further. I think it would be beneficial for us to be in agreement about what exactly is happening."