dinohouse | BATH TUB / SHOWER MEME, open to anyone

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In the interests of good clean fun, we're providing you with a bathtime meme~

The scenario is quite simple, your character finds themselves in the bath or shower with another character (clothed? Naked? Getting naked? Who knows~ That's part of the fun!), whether this is normal or your character has just "poofed" into the situation is up to you! Hijinks ensue.

Feel free to mix and match, use the options below, or go to RNG and let the gods decide

1. dropped the soap - ..Huh... how did you end up in prison? And during shower hour....

2. peasoup steam - The water is hot tonight and the steam is making it way too hot to see anything! Keep your hands to themselves

3. slip and slide - Whoooa all those puddles are making it hard to stand up straight. Maybe someone can help you out.

4. accidental peeping tom - Oh the joys of communal showers.... especially if someone starts attending to their... "needs" right next to you.

5. bubble bath - Because FUCK YEAH BUBBLES.

6. obligatory sex option - Huh, you're stuck in a shower with someone... and there's a note taped on the door. "If you want out, you gotta make out for 10 minutes~ Cheers!" Did we mention the aphro pumping in with the steam and water? Because there's that too.

7. ANYTHING ELSE. Anything and everything else.

Remember when you post up with your character, make sure to specify if you're okay with smut or not!

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"I don't have a clue what that was," Date muses softly, combing his fingers through your hair. "It might have been an inhalant, except it got worse when the steam increased, when logically it should have been bound to the water vapor and descended, and either not continued to enter our lungs, or diluted the effects. ...Perhaps it was a topical application, using water droplets or water vapor as a vehicle?"

He shifts under you, curling one leg around you - not sure what part, still too blitzed for that, just knows that he wants more close, more warmth.

Speaking of warmth. And of water, for that matter. He reaches over to the side, above your head, and cranks off the water. The silence in the room, in the absence of its flow, is somewhat startling.

"...Shouldn't have left that running," he says, sheepish. "Normally I'm a lot better about water conservation than, um. That."

"We were slightly distracted," Shingo says, curling in against you closer and sighing, unable to help himself from leaning into your hands in his hair. This, just touching like this--he can't remember the last time it happened, and it's so nice...

"We might want to relocate, though," he says reluctantly. "Just in case, especially if it really was so mysterious." The absolute last thing he wants to do is let you release him and put clothes on, but he dislikes the idea of going through another round of uncertainty like that more.

"Mmm." It's getting chilly with the water off, now that there's no new steam being produced, and his skin is prickling in the cold. Where your body touches his, though, is warm and cosy.

"Clothes, I guess?" He sounds about as enthused about it as you do. "But...first."

Date tugs you up, gently but unrelentingly, til he has your mouth against his. He kisses you slowly, deliberately. Making a point - or proving one.

When he pulls back, his pupils are blown out, eyes dark and intense for a reason that has nothing to do with drugs or even lust (trust him on that one - you did quite a number on him).

"...Okay. Clothes."

"Mmm!" Shingo gasps a little into the slow, liquid heat of your mouth, and the intensity of the kiss has him hanging in your grip when you pull back, his eyes dazed when you pull back and his lips flushed and soft.

"Oh," he says, a little muzzily, before he gathers himself enough to stand up and offer you a hand, his cheeks dark. "Yes, clothes."

He takes your hand, despite the possible overbalancing issue that seems apparent here, and staggers to his feet with an indomitable grin and nod.

"I left mine out in the changing room, with the locker banks." He remembers that much, at least, before the drug started to fuzz everything else over. "Do you remember where yours are?"

"That's where mine are too," he nods, trying not to stare at the bare, warm expanse of your skin, already flushed enough as it is even with the chill starting to prickle at his skin.

He takes your hand, leads you to the lockers. He doesn't understand any more than you do, right now.

He just understands there's been something between you two that goes deeper than a drug.

You keep touching him, and his whole chest is tight and aching faintly and he tries to beat it back, tries not to hope too much. He finds his clothes and drags them back on, making an effort not to stare at you while you get dressed, and he busies himself with his tie as you finish up, his cheeks a little flushed and his fingers fumbling.

He's dressed. So are you. There's a silent pause that stretches.

He puts out one hand.

"Come over for a cup of coffee?"

"Date... Date-san." He can't stop himself from taking your hand, but he's biting his lower lip.

"I--you don't have to do this. I mean--" He struggles briefly, not knowing how to word this without upsetting you. "I wanted what happened. It was... it was good. But you don't owe me anything--if you don't want anything else, that's fine too." His fingers tighten a little on your hand, contrary to his words, and he hesitates helplessly--he wants this too much, and he can't meet your eyes because he knows his own are helpless and hungry, and he wants you to decide.

Date exhales slowly, keeping his center, keeping his solid ground. He squeezes your hand, expecting you won't look up, wishing you would. His voice is warm, reassuring. He can feel the need in your grip.

"Come have a coffee with me. I think we've got a lot to talk about, Shingo.

"But I don't think we need to put the honorifics back on."

He relaxes a little at that, and he does look up at you, deliberately smoothing his expression.

"All right. Date," he says, before he loosens his deathgrip on your fingers and bites his lower lip.

A warm, honest chuckle, squeezing your hand gently.

"C'mon." He leads you out of the strange bathhouse, and though he releases your hand as you reach the exit, before you step onto the street again, his smile doesn't falter at all.

BATH TUB / SHOWER MEME, open to anyone

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[let's continue with the next scene, but elsewhere, this poor meme is abused enough]