#badmorphinetrip

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[COIL MSG]: Let the game begin.

The final text he'd sent before slipping off to set the arena. Trip would give him time. If not out of good sportsmanship? Out of interest. The more opportunity he allowed for Virus to orchestrate an evening? The more rewarding the payout. Patience is a virtue with good reason. No doubt Trip would take the long way home.

5: Kiss With Tongue

It was always teasing with Trip. Everything he said had a playful antagonism, his behavior always edging the line of intimidation. Ren had gotten accustomed to it, and knew when to back down before the brutal man could truly become frightening.

Still, he found the whole affair frustrating. Ren was naturally obedient, but Trip and Virus had been insistent on Ren following every whim or desire that struck him. Their encouragement was a direct contradiction with their actions. Or rather, their encouragement came with the unspoken agreement that his desires could be overruled by their own.

Or maybe this was simply another test, to see how far Ren had progressed in discovering his own identity. The reasoning didn't matter much, in the end. Trip still teased him and kept everything on his own terms. That was the core of it.

He'd touched his body through the clothes and said something lewd-- Ren couldn't even register the words properly before he realized he was going to be discarded in the heated state he'd been brought into. Again.

Ren’s reflection stared him down bitterly from a large mirror, narrowed eyes and wrinkled nose almost mocking him. Around his neck was a silk tie he’d received as a gift: a green, olive, and pink plaid pattern matching the tie that Virus frequently wore.

It would have been stunning had it not been hanging there so pathetically, wrinkled with sweat and the imprints of imperfect fingers.

He couldn’t understand what was going wrong. Or what was wrong with him, more accurately. How could he possibly express his gratitude if he couldn’t even use the gift he’d been rewarded with? More importantly, how could he keep up with those two if his body was still failing him like this? Virus and Trip were a synchronized machine: two people acting as one entity. Ren hadn’t even been able to maintain harmony with two people who literally were the same as him. There was no hope of him keeping up with Virus and Trip.

With a heavy sigh, he reread the instructions on his coil, painstakingly looping the knot with a cautious concentration. Pulling down in the final step, it was still wrong. The knot was too large or too small, the tie too high or too low, the pattern facing outward somehow— it was always something.

Send me a ✦ to receive a Christmas present from my muse.

The piercing crinkle of wrapping paper filled the small room, biting through the chilly air along with the dissonant tones of the medical machinery that were always present. There were stings of guilt in Ren’s chest as he stared down at the neatly wrapped gift, Virus’ handwriting barely legible in the dim lighting. His arms limply rose to rub at his eyes, as if there were some invisible irritation causing the room to be so dark.

Staring back down at the gift, his only companion for the moment, Ren read the attached tag again. He supposed it was fitting for Virus’ handwriting to be so clinical and tidy, considering both his personality and also the way the holiday had been shaping up thus far. This gift wasn’t even addressed to Ren, though he was sure that some grandiose surprise awaited him come morning; after all, Virus and Trip had hardly needed excuses to shower him with gifts as it was.

It was a gift from Ren to Trip— or rather, from Sei to Trip— which he’d enlisted Virus’ help in procuring. A simple box of chocolates, hardly a token of the gratitude that Ren felt for his caretakers, but it would have to suffice. Without enough motor function returned to him to even feed or bathe himself, there was little hope of sneaking out to acquire the appropriate gifts.

 Friday night had become one of Sly's favorite days of the week- and for good reason as well. Everything during the week lead up to re-stocking on all of his happy pills- which meant a visit to his dealer whom always gave him a moderately fair price for an evening on cloud nine. There may have been more people as usual entering the apartment with him- a few 'friends' off the street and a couple of gals looking to score some free shit- probably off one of the guys they funneled into the small apartment with. The dealer himself was a regular guy, selling shit- probably cutting it with all kinds of unhealthy mess but- he couldn't do much about that. This was as high as low end got.

 Though this time something caught his eyes- or someone more specifically. A certain blond whom- well, he had not seen the previous Friday night or any night prior to that. Weird. That's all he could think as he found himself seated on the couch, taking in the familiar- comforting smell of cigarette smoke and weed. When the time came, he paid his twenty for five grams of weed and free paper thrown in. Sly flopped back on the couch, watching his company going into the bedroom- probably due to the fact there was a television in there instead of the main room which sported a busy coffee table- cans of beer, old car and porno magazines came together to be the perfect centerpiece of the pile of refuse Sly was prepared to get high in.

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Months had crept on since Ren's recovery, daily routines and fresh moments slowly overwhelming his past. Although an entire year hadn't even passed yet since their reunion, Ren's memories of a time without Aoba felt like ages ago; likewise, his memories of being an Allmate felt so distant now that they were almost dreamlike.

Ren was content with this, forging new memories and experiences, even in mundane scenarios such as this. The junk shop was completely empty, and had been all day save for a handful of phone calls in the morning. Haga-san had left for the mainland the previous day, entrusting the shop to Aoba and Ren for a few days so as to not lose business-- and yet, ironically, there wasn't any to be had.

Ren busied himself with rearranging items in the shop, both in the stockroom and in the main area. Organization was important for productivity, he had insisted, though really the task had been a tedious distraction to keep his hands off of Aoba during the long stretches of privacy and boredom.

IF WE'RE MUTUALS, SEND ME A URL AND I'LL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING

Reason why you follow them: I followed them in pairs with Virus especially since I immediately got the good chills from what I had seen of their Trip back then when I was new. I do admit I was shy as hell towards both Trip and Virus but little princess got to jump on them eventually and been the sweet experience ever since <3

Your favourite thread of theirs: All our threads and their threads with Virus ofc. 

A roleplayer you enjoy their interactions with: Virus and Ren

A thing you like about their character: Everything even though he is being a damn tease, but still lovable Trip. They're the reason why I love Trip as much as I love Virus now.

Do you interact? Why/why not?: Always <3

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Trip smirked, his eyes half-lidden and mischievous. He graciously accepted the smaller boy into his lap, his hands coming to rest on his bony hips.

"Of course," he drawled, staring directly into his companion’s dark eyes. With one smooth motion, he moved forward, allowing the stick to disappear completely into his mouth before he bit down halfway and tugged backward, pulling the end from Sei’s mouth completely. A moment later, it was gone, Trip chuckling in delight as he crunched the wafer triumphantly.

   Oh, that smirk, he remembers it all too well in spite of the long span of time spent apart. Frustratingly effective to make the ward shudder as he is permitted to remain in place.

    ❝....!!!❞ Great frown of disapproval when the wafer stick was devoured in one bite. ❝Not fair!❞ he did not hesitate to whine with the pouting lips as he stared back into those artificial eyes. ❝That's not how you play it...!❞ Fortunate there's still more pocky sticks in the box and with a huff, he pulled one out and this time, holding the male's cheeks firmly while he positions the stick into place with his mouth.