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cont. day 22, night.

[finalgambit]

[ from here. ] And what kinds of things have you been studying? A book can only tell you so much.

Re: cont. day 22, night.

[abovefate]

I've been studying human behavior. For example, I know what Tartaglia enjoys.

[ that's all the sample population he needs. 1 human turned fox ]

Re: cont. day 22, night.

[finalgambit]

...alright, then if you're so good, then what sorts of things would I enjoy?

Re: cont. day 22, night.

[abovefate]

. . .

I'd need to know you a bit better first. Obviously.

Re: cont. day 22, night.

[finalgambit]

How about we take this conversation to our room. We can continue it there and you can tell me how you figured out the sorts of things you and Tartaglia liked. I have someone I enjoy the company of, but they're a bit of a... stick in the mud.

day 26 night

[foraday]

text m when youre bck.

[sent the second he gets back to Envy and before he inevitably passes out from exhaustion]

at some point, idk when lol im sorry

[finalgambit]

Gambler; Back.
Gambler; Want a drink?

time is fake

[foraday]

Leon: Yes.
Leon: Want me to come to you?

Re: time is fake

[finalgambit]

Gambler; Nah.
Gambler; Ain't nothing doing at the church.
Gambler; Meet me at Dave & Busters.
Gambler; That's where the booze is.

[foraday]

Leon: Okay. On my way then.

[yeah he's heading right on over there]

day 35 late af / day 36 early af

[finalgambit]

[ sick of people knocking on his door and interrupting his brooding sessions aventurine portals out of the apartments so he can be miserable in peace. he assumes most people are crashing and burning so he could have probably gone into any building but he's still being overly cautious because his appearance is still marty mcfucked. he ducks into the movie theater to linger in the lobby, whose floor is disgustingly sticky. why. ]

...disgusting. [ well, at least the theaters will be dark, empty, and residue free. hopefully. ]

[bsod]

[ What does a television demon do when he's too wired (ha) to sleep? Go out for a movie, naturally. The theater is one of the few buildings he hasn't been in, but he clocked that it had power some time ago.

So, a short time after Aventurine discovers the sticky-ass floor, Vox also steps into the lobby. His shoes stick instantly. ]

Oh, gross.

1/2

[finalgambit]

[ ]

[finalgambit]

[ the eyes on his body immediately stare down vox, but he, himself, looks toward the theater he'd intended to enter. he considers making a break for it... perhaps throwing a portal down and fucking off. where would he go? to the apartments?? hahaha. that's exactly where he doesn't want to be right now. ]

What are you doing here? [ he stands his ground, but he's tense, like he'll bolt at a moment's notice. ]

[bsod]

[ !!!!

He whips around so fast he almost eats shit because the FLOOR IS STICKY. He's not sure if it's the overall state of Aventurine or just the aftermath of everything, but his hands instantly go up to show he means no harm. ]

Couldn't sleep. I just wandered in, I swear. What are you doing here?

[finalgambit]

[ he doesn't trust that show of submission. aventurine can't afford to trust anybody anymore. ] ... [ he continues to glare at him for another couple of moments, because he's probably full of shit. he has to be. but... isn't that kind of why he's here. he couldn't sleep and he's sick of being bothered and he just wants to be alone... his posture relaxes only a little. ]

Because I love stale popcorn. [ he starts walking toward the theater, because now he has one more reason to want to hide in the dark. ]

day 35, night, cont. nsfw.

[finalgambit]

[ from here. ]

Oh~ [ aventurine sneers. ] trying to pin her solely on me, Veritas? If I recall I didn't really hear any objections from you during her conception and birth. [ he leans more heavily into him, turning his head to nip at his cheek. ] But, sure, let's... see what this body is all about. [ he scoots backward and lays down, his tail swishing back and forth and brushing veritas now and then. ]

I have been a medical marvel, doc, ...as the last Sigonian there's likely tons to learn about m- [ he blinks, staring at him as his face colors a deep dark red. ] Y- you, you can't just... say that... [ one of his appendages moves to cover his face as he continues to blush and stammer. ]

Re: day 35, night, cont. nsfw.

[primenumber]

I was a little focused on saving your life there, forgive me for being less concerned about any murderous creatures you intended to adopt. [ He scoffs, brushing a hand against his cheek as Aventurine nips him. ]

[ The tail, too, draws his eye, watching it swish as Aventurine lays down. There is something he likes about this form that he isn't fully willing to admit to just yet. ]

Can't I..? The way this body is built is truly... [ He runs his hand down one of the ridges, tracing the geometric patterns. ] The more I look at it, the more there is to find. And you still have enough blood flow to cause your face to blush with such intensity... incredible.

[ He reaches back up to the appendage trying to cover Aventurine's face, aiming to pull it away to expose him again. ]

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[finalgambit]

...mm, for, what, the second time that day? If I recall you'd managed to do so earlier, in the heated hysteria of the game, itself. I'm incredibly lucky to have you, doctor. [ he purrs, the appendage ratio is stroking shuddering as he runs his fingers over its length, its ridges flaring as a means of impressing him. ] I imagine there is a lot to discover about this body. And I think I'm like this because of her. I wonder if I would have looked so grotesque otherwise... [ he ignores that comment about the blush, or at least he tries, but ratio removes the tentacle to reveal his face... flush with embarrassment. ]

I bet I could fulfill your every need like this, doc, ... [ the tentacle strokes ratio's face, dropping to his chest and then to his crotch. ] Maybe prove that I'm not such a bottom twink.

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[primenumber]

I am saving your life quite a lot these days. One might think you would owe me quite a large debt. [ He observes the way the ridges move and flare, and a subtle flicker of approval crosses his features. They're just so geometic, how can he not be intrigued by it. And he's even more interested as Aventurine's flushed face is fully revealed. ]

[ ...though his lips twitch into what is almost a laugh as he continues. ] Is that so? You have quite a lot to prove in that regard. Especially considering how I extracted that creature from you... [ Though the touch to his crotch makes him shudder, leaning in closer to run his fingers over every spine and crevice he can reach on Aventurine's body. ]

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[finalgambit]

…mm, I owe you everything, doctor. If there’s ever something that you want, then all you’ve got to do is say it. [ and he’ll do his best to fulfill it. he notes the approval and smiles, his body reacting accordingly and trying to continue to tempt ratio. yes yes yes, that’s it, be impressed. ]

Not you too, doc, [ he huffs, inflating his cheeks and pouting at him. ] …I’m capable of being a top. [ he can’t exactly argue that… ] How about I fill you this time, doc, I’ll breed you nice and full. [ he leans in, burying his face in his neck, which he immediately starts nibbling at. ] What do you say to a little role reversal… maybe you’ll like laying eggs. [ the tentacle at his crotch continues stroking him through his pants as another couple start tugging at the material, eager to begin. ]

[primenumber]

[ After the game is over, Ratio is nowhere to be seen... despite his memories being mostly gone, he observed the situation and quietly holed himself up somewhere to forge a plan for survival.

So by the time he's himself again a couple hours later, he's... still alone, and surrounded by scrounged materials and a lousy attempt at building something resembling a computer. Aventurine gets a text: ]

Dr. Ratio: Gambler.
Dr. Ratio: Where did that wretched game spit you out?

[finalgambit]

Gambler; I'm at the house.
Gambler; I was keeping a couple of the kids preoccupied,
Gambler; but that's run its course.
Gambler; I'm a little disappointed I didn't get to see mini Veritas.
Gambler; Where are you?
Gambler; I've been worried, you know.

[primenumber]

Dr. Ratio: Evidently even as a child I'm much too intelligent to stick around in a dangerous location for very long.
Dr. Ratio: I started rationing out what I could find and built an entire child-sized bunker.
Dr. Ratio: Of course, it's all next to worthless now...
Dr. Ratio: I didn't notice you in the gaggle of children, however, if my memory serves correctly... of which I have no doubt that it does.
Dr. Ratio: And if I also recall correctly, which I obviously do, then you also should have lost.

[ And lead him to his own loss, which is what is really bothering him. All of that embarrassing nonsense, and for what?

No portals open just yet, either. He's remaining in his "bunker" until his petty texts are answered. ]

[finalgambit]

Gambler; Fair,
Gambler; and likely expected from a young Veri.
Gambler; And, yeah, pretty much… did your baby self do a good job? Does it look stable?
Gambler; And that’s because I won.
Gambler; I was in a second game, and I won…
Gambler; And I guess I played so well it counted as a win.
Gambler;
Gambler;
Gambler; I’m sorry Veritas.
Gambler; I didn’t mean for the both of us to get hurt.