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You practically skip to the room, which contains a medium sized bed with a few pillows done up in red and black. The rest of the room bears a similar theme, though the red is often washed out enough to be almost be considered pink. There is a dresser near the door and what looks like someone put in a bunk bed area almost in the shape of a silhouette of the Taj Mahal, but you use the spot as more of a shelf, since it's less than convenient for people to actually sleep there. Next to the opening is a small closet. There are a couple of scenic pictures on the walls and some Christmas lights around the top of the wall. There is a regular overhead light as well, but you enjoy the Christmas lights sometimes as more appropriate mood lighting. The heavy curtain over the window blocks any light from outside, but the hall is lit enough you can see without anything extra.

Or maybe he’d be different. Maybe he’d like it rough. Finding out was half the fun. 

You're panting and grinning right back. Damn this guy is a good kisser. Or so you think, but that could just have been him cheating. We just don't know. "Maybe. I think the couch would appreciate it. It's been clean for so long now." You snicker. It used to be a bit of a running joke about messing it up. That might be why it's the color it is. To hide things.

You snicker. “It was. But then I’m lying, anyways. So…” You shrug grinning. 

At first the kiss is just a simple kiss, heated though it may be. Between the two of you, there is definitely a taste growing, like cherry pie. You make a small sound when his claws tug at your shirt, but you actually wouldn’t mind if he ripped it right off you. You’d just make off with  one of his. You’re approximately the same size, anyway.

His touch tingles against the back of your neck. It's not a sexual feeling, but it is pleasant in a rather sensual manner. Your head tilts back in response. When he shifts, your outer leg moves to the edge of the couch to allow for minimum distance between your bodies in that realignment. It also deliberately puts John between your legs. You're not needy yet, but you do appreciate the added pressure of his body there.

You huff. “I wouldn’t black mail friends! … probably.” You probably would, honestly. But just ridiculous things. The two of are you just silly. “It’s alright if it happens and I happen to be there. But yeah, I’d prefer it not being done purposely by you while I’m here, if it’s all the same.”

You smile. You’re definitely taking that as a compliment. “Good… though, honestly, the thought of us turning into a squirming mess soon makes me happy. That could just be an incubus thing, though.”

"Probably," you scoff. You are the epitome of doubt right now. But this whole thing is in the spirit of fun, so it's not to worry. You wouldn't do it for a serious matter either. "It's no difference to me one way or the other. You're not that kind of friend! That's totally cool with me.

MINE IS SOFTER. d:B

“Yeah, but I’m not threatening future blackmail” Oh look, there’s your tongue again. You tilt your head and regard him curiously. “Well… I have to admit that it’s not my favorite thought. Anyone I like dying, I mean. But it’s better than you can come back from it. It makes me feel better. Still… probably won’t be asking you to show me.”

You blush, just a bit, but it’s enough to be noticeable. “Just doing my job. Or not. I’m not sure how much happiness or horniness actually correlate, but I’d try my best to keep  you happy even if there was no intent of feeding.”

You laugh at him. "You're just mad you didn't think of it first." Oh look, there's yours too. The two of you really should learn to control your tongues better. "I won't show you if you don't want and there's no reason. I think the majority of people who don't come from places like this find shit we're okay with pretty fucked up. It's still a little weird sometimes."

You take s few moments to consider the correlation. "Hmm. Yeah. Horniness doesn't have to have anything to do with happy. But it wouldn't make me unhappy right now either, not if you're source of it." He can take that as a compliment. "But you are doing just fine even without the promise of us turning into a squirming mess soon."

“Okay, well that’s just incentive for me to never do it ever. Especially not if you’re going to be taking photos!” You have a bit of pride, and you never used to care about your looks, but you’re also pretty easily embarrassed. “I wondered if you were one of those who can just come back to life. Good to know.”

You snicker. “So they really are mood cherries. That’s cute! But we definitely want to keep away from anything yellow, purple, or white inducing. Not black, either! Not today. Hopefully not ever, but definitely not today!”

Your nose crinkles up. "Rude! I'm going to look as silly as you." So says the guy who is not easily embarrassed and who is doing this with the threat of using the photos against him. "Yeah. I've died tons of times. Used to hang out with some people who were uptight about it even though I get better just fine." You haven't seen or talked to them in a while, and in retrospect, it's probably just as well, but that's not a conversation for today. Or ever, possibly.

"You seem to be doing a good job of keeping me happy so far, so I don't think there's anything to worry about." You smile warmly at John. You really appreciate how cheerful and friendly he is. It's nice.