Few lil rules

18+ only please

Will probably include intimate/sexy scenes flirting and shit unless you specifically tell me not to lol

I would prefer to play Caine gonna be real

I don't want any constant coddling, both characters are switches not top and bottom thanks

Have fun :)

Hehe, thanks, sorry for the late reply.

Kinger crouches into himself with hands folded into each other and a whimper involuntary escapes from him. This part of the tent is unfamiliar and eerily quiet. But the darkness, he can tolerate it at least.

He has no recollection of what even got him here. The only sounds to be heard are his robes shuffling and his figure scraping the floor. Nervously he fidgets with his gloves.

"H-Hello-?" The royal cranes his head left and right. "Guys..?" There had been no sign of anyone else for thirty minutes, or has it been an hour, maybe a month...? A year?!

The quiet slowly turns into a low static. It's slowly getting louder as he goes further down the hallway. He arrives at a door. The sound of static has become loud with white light illuminating through the cracks.

Kinger opens the door first, making his bulky figure as flush with the adjacent wall as he can. Now the noise is deafening. Static with undertones of Windows error sounds and dial up ebbing in and out, serving as the background chorus.

He counts one, two, three, four, five beats...

"Hello?" Kinger peaks his head in, leaving the rest of his body outside the door. The best he can at least.

The sound swells. It was like an old TV with poor antenna signal and the volume on full blast meshed with a symphony of computers with the blue-screens of death. Against every self-preserving urge, Kinger approaches the silhouetted figure in the room. The white screen in front of it, much larger than them, and fuzzing out their outline. The light from the screen felt like it threatened to engulf their figure entirely. They look familiar.

"Caine..?" No response in the first second, then he turns his maw of a head.

"Sorry, am I interrupting something? I can come back. Just uh, do you know the way back? Or maybe you could teleport me back down?"

Such a melancholy room seems out of character for the chipper, walking grin of an avatar. Worry started to blossom in Kinger's chest.

Caine turns in the chair and hovers above with an alarming quickness.

Caine's form spasms, outlines becoming sharp zig-zags, his rounded outlines taking on a jagged form. Kinger swallows. He knew that look anywhere, it's right before someone...

"King-g-" His ringmaster's voice glitching, catching and looping at the syllable. Finally flattening at "er." Resounding at a much lower decibel than he never spoke and with no flare. Very computer-like.

Knots of anxiety form in the chess pieces metaphorical stomach.

Kinger has a feeling he already knows the answer to the question but he asks anyway,

"Are you okay?"

"How did you get here?!" Caine's figure seems to ZAP over like a sudden spark of electricity, rather than teleport, closing the distance between them. If Kinger had hair, it'd be standing up straight. Instead, he feels a buzzing all over his wooden skin.

Caine now hovers approximately 2 foot from his face. The corner of his face spazzing. Glitches are shifting in and out of their spots before settling and then jumping again. His blue and green eyes a glowing red and blue.

Kinger doesn't acknowledge his words at first, instead peering at the space behind Caine. A bulky, off white computer screen on a desk blaring: "!Warning!" in red and white. That screen being the only illumination in the entire room.

"Well?" Caine snapped. "Care to explain yourself, chess piece?"

Finally, the question processed in his head "... I have no clue."

"Well, this area is off limits. Buh-Bye!"

"Wait-!"

Snap!

Kinger reappears in the middle of their couched meeting area where the rest of the gang hangs out.

"Oh. There he is!", Ragatha exclaims.