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Then again, when he got that worried look on his face, despite not being able to see his eyes, she felt a little baffled as to why he was suddenly so fearful of her. The topic of food is resurfaced and she doesn’t try to question her intimidation factor on the troll, so she simply nods and follows him to their little dinner date. It’s a date if he made food for her and they might goof around a little, right? Even if it is a one night stand, it’s still sort of counts? … Probably.

"It’s fine it’s fine, ya can touch ‘em whenever ya want. It feels nice, an’ if it calms ya down, then it makes it all the better." Her confession is one of sincerity and honesty, and with a quick dive in her bag she’s got the sleeping bag out and ready to be used for a warm cushioning. Jadesprite was impressed when she saw the plates, baffled by the detailing and the accuracy put into them for being made of pure wood.

Truth be told Mituna really liked beasts, especially the kind that had a lot of fur and were soft to bed. Not that it mattered much either way, he'd never seen a lot of beasts while he lived in the palace, or in the session from what he could recall. Mostly grotesque monsters that were prototyped, though they certainly were interesting and he never could help but provoke them.

Not that he never went out, he was out all the time but it just never occurred to him to go somewhere that wasn't the city. On top of the fact he just didn't care enough about it and much preferred being mostly a shut in and playing games or coding, sometimes doing other things too that never really amounted to much.

His already skewed vision began to blur in a hue of gold, barely feeling the liquid caressing his skin and sending what would normally be a cold biting feeling due to the cold. The latter didn’t happen and instead all he felt was a strange wetness against his flesh and the way it accumulated at his chin and began to drip, one, two, one, two, onto Latula, himself, the snow beneath the both of them. He was definitely a cry-wriggler, but Latula was his love, his life, and seeing her cry always managed to bring him into tears- less so now as opposed to the life he hadn’t gone through.

“Tulip, it’th okay don’t cry, you’re rad enough for jutht being you! You don’t need to worry about thith thick game we’re all being roped into. I’ll protect you!” He would have raised a fist and brought it back down had either of his hands been free, but instead he just leaned down and nudged the vizor up with his nose before kissing the corner of each eye and pulling back with a little smile. The red and blue tinted plastic fell back down as he had done so, and there he noticed the few golden tears mixed in with her teal ones.

Everything she mentioned had sounded entirely awful, trolls and mazes and death. For a second a memory flashed before his eyes- no this wasn’t a memory. A vision? That seemed more accurate, and it was always hard for him to distinguish memories from visions, but he never saw this place before which made it a breeze for him to recognize it as not his own.

Blades of all kinds propelling forward from the wall, red and teal blood everywhere. Mixing together, creating a strange brown color where they met. It reminded him of Kankri’s blood, and the smell was just awful. If he hadn’t witnessed worse he was positive he would be doubled over throwing up in the snow. In fact he would be right now if it weren’t for the vague presence of someone in his arms keeping his mind only half grounded to the then and there. Another strange creature appeared where the blades had came from, the blood still covering the floor but bodies left, another fallen from reckless use of his powers. That was when he heard her throwing up. Fast forward. A blade. A flash of teal. A grin that looked broken on her beautifully terrified face. A thud as her lifeless body hit the floor and her blood stained the tiles. For a second his eyes widened and a gasp escaped him, choked sobs leaving his throat. In this moment he was glad he had been initially crying because of Latula and could mask it all up as being overly sensitive to what she had described.

It wasn’t a lie either, he knew what she meant and saw it all, so saying he was reacting justly to what she said would be the truth.

“I mithhed you too Latula, I mithhed you too. You’re rad with or without me though! You make me rad. Together we’re jutht the motht perfect rad beingth look you’re even making me lithp again you make me tho fluthtered and happy and feel all thethe thingth only YOU could ever make me feel. Tho don’t thay you’re rad without me... I-I know th-that it’th hrd and what you thaw probably ith thomething that you never should have.... but I’m here now! I’ll make it all go away... I’ll make you happy, and feel ath rad ath you are, I promithe. Tho pleathe thtop crying...” At this point his voice was raspy and choked sounding, but he just couldn’t help crying as hard as he was, burying his face into her shoulder for a few moments and breathing in her scent in hopes of calming down.

When she had eventually stopped crying he was still sobbing a bit, but eventually managed to compose himself, sniffling and grinning like an idiot within moments. He could smile for the both of them, it’d be okay. He would protect her, love her, be there for her. Mituna would be the knight to her mind. He would accept all her doom, all her troubles and worries, take everything bad from her and keep it for himself.

Mituna would break for her. Over and over again. He would shatter into pieces if only to make sure she was whole again.

At her words though a little chuckle left his lips, to which he wasted no time leaning down just enough to press his lips against her fingers, kissing the slightly cold skin. He started with the fingertips, kissing each one before kissing each knuckle and eventually her palm, the back of her hand, along her entire wrist. This wasn’t the only thing he was doing, the more contact he had with her the more he could feel those feelings of helplessness, the more he “took them away”. It wasn’t something he could explain, inheriting her doom was the best way to put it. Taking all those negative feelings and just... letting them go, harboring them for himself. They always just became another voice in his already clogged up mind. Another lie, another whisper. If it was Latula he had no trouble taking these feelings away and keeping her safe, keeping her happy. Even if it meant the risk of his own state of mind it was okay, he would break for her no matter how many times he needed to keep his soul mate safe.

Once finished the Gemini playfully slipped two of Latula’s fingers into his mouth, sliding his tongue against them, the ball of each of his two piercings would give a strange feeling mixed with his saliva on her flesh. He hoped at least it would entice her a bit, his grin changing to that more of teasing than anything else as he pulled away.

“Why talk dirty when I can do tho much better for you?” He grinned, though he supposed he would do that anyway, though she had managed to smack his helmet against him on accident to which he merely snickered at before their lips met. He could tell she really wanted more, wanted him. He would allow her it, so as soon as their lips parted he spoke.

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