🌸 be not defeated by the rain 🌸

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🌸WHO: Otegine and many others
🌸WHAT: Closed prompts for hurricane + cleanup, open threads for bonus AC effects
🌸WHEN: Summer 16 - Summer End
🌸WHERE: Various
🌸WARNINGS: mild NSFW conversation

Called useless by all
Neither praised
Nor a bother
Such is the person
I wish to be
Hit up plotting or my contacts if you would like a closed starter!

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Seems like it’s already gotten to your head.

[Another time? Absolutely not happening. Owen swears it, to himself, with confidence nobody else would believe. It’s more deluding himself, at this point.]

Maybe? I don’t even know what’s on it.

[He says, like it hasn’t been over a month since he got the card.]

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Eh? You said next time, right? It's okay. If you want another one... again, you only need to ask.

[It's said simply, as though he doesn't intend to question it further than that.]

...Have you not looked at your card? We've been here for weeks now.

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That was before I knew you were going to get that smug look on your face!

[That comes out whinier then he was intending it to, and his face scrunches up.]

Looking at it isn't going to be any help, is it?

[Could he just be forthright about his literacy? Absolutely not.]

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Smug?

[...

Oh. Wait a second.

:)]

Are... you mad that I actually liked it?

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No.

[Yes.]

Shut up.

[Hate. He is full of hate, not embarrassment or anything else. No thoughts about how this side of Otegine is appealing. None at all.]

Let’s just talk about the bingo cards. You care about them, right?

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[He can't help the chuckle that comes out, because oh my god that's... really cute, actually... His chin rests against one hand, tiltling his head to get a look at how Owen's expression sours.]

No, no, you absolutely are.

It's okay. Maybe that just means I gotta make it up to you.

[His grin is just borderline cheeky now. Heheheheh.]

Anyway.

I mean, I care enough that I don't want to just stay in squalor or anything. A lot of this stuff is really simple, and she's fine at giving us better amenities if we can manage it.

...

Did you really never read that pamphlet you ripped up all over the place the first day?

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Yeah? And how are you going to do that, exactly?

[He’s going to expect a lot in repayment, even if he’s been way more terrible then Otegine’s teasing could ever hope to be.

Which. If he gets any more teasing, he really might just walk out into the hurricane with no pants on.]

I couldn’t even if I wanted to, but I’m sure it was all pointless drivel anyways.

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I dunno. Maybe just make sure I'm better next time you ask me for a kiss? Kiss other places? [You know, practical things.

But more importantly:]

...You couldn't? But I thought everybody could read it... [Did the language magic just... break, or something? How does that even work...]

Do you have your card on you?

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[Is that practical??? Is it?? Does he - he absolutely has no idea how that could be construed. He can’t. It’s impossible.]

Other places. Right.

[He is just going to shove that thought into a deep, dark corner and not think about Otegine’s mouth anymore. Or at least not for the rest of the night.]

…I can get it.

[And just like that, his suitcase appears in front of open, unfastening itself and opening to reveal a rather normal interior. He doesn’t have a lot in it at the moment, so it doesn’t take a lot of time to find the bingo card in it. At least the grid makes it easy to know what it is…

He holds it out.]

Here it is. Look at it all you want.

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[The suitcase from nowhere is a little surprising, but he can accept it. He usually can manifest his own weapon in certain circumstances, sonit's not like it's impossible.

He carefully slides to his feet with Owen's card, just long enough to pluck his up from the mantle of the fireplace where it had been set out to dry. Normally he'd just fold it up inside one of his pockets, but rain sure was fun for paper.

He'll drop down to the floor in front of the couch with a huff, spreading both cards flat. Each only have a couple marked off.]

I mean, the goddess has stamped it, so you've finished a couple, but... unless you can see something I'm missing, I don't see a square mentioning a kiss on yours.

[He does, however, color a bit looking at a couple of Owen's spaces, instead scanning his own card...]

...O-oi, wait, this should count. [He points to one of his own. Too bad Owen can't read it.] What, did the goddess think I did a bad job or something??

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[Why is he going red?]

Do you see something you like, Otegine?

[Light and teasing, even if he has honestly no idea why he would even be blushing right now. This is just as annoying as he thought it would be, but at least he’s hopefully annoying in return.

He leans forward, but getting a better look doesn’t make what he’s pointing at any clearer.]

Maybe you did. Poor little spirit can’t do that right.

[What is it. Help. He’s dying.]

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Wh-- hey, who's little???

[HE'S ALREADY TOO SHORT DON'T RUB IT IN... "otegine you're 192 cm--" TOO SHORT!!

He's shooting Owen a sulking look, but rolling his eyes and just continuing his train of thought, focusing his pouting on the bingo cards instead.]

You said I did fine, and it's not like I kissed you for the square, so that's all I care. She can kiss me herself if she wants to judge. [Not happening, because the goddess thinks he is lowkey pathetic, but wow she sure is picky. :/]

But it says kiss, right? So why didn't it count??? What does "french" have to do with anything?

[Huffs!!

...

He does realize he's slipped right past Owen's teasing, and he squirms in his seat with a clearing of his throat.]

I... yours is fine. The, uh... the ones that say "smut" just kind of catch me off guard sometimes.

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[According to their height difference, Owen's the little one, but he's also several centuries older... so there is no good answer. The reaction does make him laugh brightly, but it mellows out as he listens to Otegine complain.]

Maybe "french" is a different way of kissing - kissing is more then just putting your lips on something, but I don't know what the goddess is expecting from you.

[What's "french"????]

Smut.

[That does explain the blush, yes, but it's fine? The smut is fine? Filing that away for later.]

So these smut options interest you? You're more adventurous then I thought... Which one sounds the most intriguing?

[Is he just trying to find out what's on his card? Yes. Is he being subtle with how confused he is? Not really, sounding more and more baffled as he speaks. He's missing more context then he thought for what this island is about...]

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France is a western country in my world, but I don't know what that has to do with a kiss... or if they even kiss different... geeze...

[This whole intimacy and romance thing is complicated, he needs to read the rule book...

Owen doubles down on the smut squares, and Otegine's blush just deepens, shoulders tensing up underneath Owen's chin.]

I... no! No, I -- it's-- I dont know?!

I-I don't know what "smut" means, alright? [It's sputtered.] I mean, I've got one that had that too, see? But it's just a word. And yours is... you know.

Sex.

[Well. At least he knows what "sex" means. Good for him.]

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[Given Owen's experience with the Western country, he's pretty sure they do kiss differently at this western country.]

No harm in trying different kisses, is there? Maybe you'll be surprised.

[This is a lot of information to take in.]

Isn't "smut"... pornography?

[He sounds unsure, and that's because he is. He's also confused, still, but now he knows the Goddess wants him to have sex.

Which.

He's not going to think about that.]

So it would all be sex. Does it specify what that sex is supposed to be like? It can't be just sex.

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O-oi, I told you I don't normally do this. If you can't recognize it then why would... I...

[Oh.

Oh, wait a second.

Something has clicked, and the yari falls very silent as the gears turn in his head. What Owen had said about the pamphlet, him being constantly out of the loop about things that they were all getting written notices for, him being so confused now... maybe it wasn't just ignorance. Rather...]

...

Owen, are... are you not able to read?

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[Look at the hamster on its wheel go...]

...

[Well. It saves him the trouble of having to confess it himself, even if Owen still tenses and his expression is guarded. Gaku didn't seem to find the fact he couldn't read shameful, but he's the only person on the island who knows. Not even many people back home know, either.]

No, I can't. It was never something I needed to learn.

[Which - isn't exactly untrue, but it's also not the only reason behind his inability.]

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[...

His expression softens considerably, empathetic as he looks back down to the cards, his mouth thinning.]

...Ah ...No wonder you can't tell.

[Guilt rises up at assuming as much.]

...I'm sorry. This whole thing really must be a mess of noise to you, huh.

Hey, uh... has anyone read out what's here for you? Or the pamphlet? Anything?

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Why are you sorry?

[None of this is Otegine’s fault or his problem, so don’t be annoying!!

Hmph.]

No, but I haven’t had a reason to care about what’s on it. Now that I know it’s scandalous… I’m more curious.

[He wants to see Otegine squirm.]

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Because I feel bad! You know, like a decent person...

Nobody should be lost like that when we're on a deadline around here. Why didn't she just... mmmph.

[He looks genuinely irritated, and definitely not at Owen, considering the sour look softens when he looks back towards him.]

Well, we're gonna fix this.

Do you have something to write with in that suitcase of yours?

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[Decent people don't exist? Owen doesn't say it, but he's definitely thinking it.]

No. Why would I?

[He's pretty sure most of the contents of his suitcase are long gone, anyways, so he just has the odds and ends he's shoved in there and Cerberus.]

You have things in this house, don't you?

[Even if he has no idea what Otegine's planning. Somehow. He is not always the smartest man.]

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Yeah, yeah, I'll go find it. Hold on. [Hup, here he goes. Be right back with a pen...]

Can you recognize pictures okay? Like, uh... if someone drew a picture of a horse or something, could you tell it was a horse?

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…I know what a horse looks like.

[So that’s a yes.]

Unless you’re a terrible artist, I’ll be able to tell.

[Unless he’s as bad as Rutile is, but that’s impossible.]

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Can I draw on your bingo card, then? Or... I mean, you can do it too, if you want.

B-but I'll let you know what it says, and we can just mark it in a way that makes sense for you! So you don't have to fall behind.

[The pamphlet would be a little harder, but he's still scooting over to go fish his out from wherever the syrote house piles all their documents. Mostly newspaper at this point.]

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[...One of his cards is about sex, isn't it? Otegine said as much, which means he has now put on the table he might draw out sex and Owen has to see how bad this is going to get.]

Go right ahead. I'm sure whatever you draw will be very illuminating.

[He's just watching Otegine rummage, being entirely useless from the couch. He's comfortable... Also, he's a guest, so that means he doesn't need to help, right?]