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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?

[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.

[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.]

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...]

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.]

[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.

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?

[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.]

[...

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?

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.]

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.]

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?

…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.]

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.]

[...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?]

It's not like it makes much sense if I just draw whatever I want. Besides... I don't even know what some of these mean.

But, uh... I'll try my best. It's not really a talent. [Like most things

He'll start going through the card point-by-point and reading them aloud for Owen, drawing rough little doodles on or by the spaces to give some idea of what they are. Tee-shirts he knows - it's what Owen is wearing right now, he will eagerly point out. Sharing a meal, confessing a secret, paddleboats... he has no idea how to draw a paddleboat, but he remembers sailboats.]

"Holding hands" is this corner up here, though it's already stamped... so you already must have done it with somebody.

[The next line is where he has a significant pause and a clearing of his throat.]

"Blindfolds. Smut." [A glance back to Owen, openly lost.] Any ideas, or...?

What? I haven’t held hands with anybody.

[He’s been mostly quiet while Otegine goes through the squares, but that gets him to speak up. Is the card broken? He would think he would remember holding someone’s hand if that… happened…

Ah.]

…

[Well. Seems he has more to worry about with that other Owen then he thought he did. Maybe Otegine will let that slide under the radar with how embarrassing the smut squares seem to be to him.]

I don’t know. Just draw someone with a blindfold? Though I don’t know what that would add to sex…

Eh? I mean, you held hands with me for a while the first time we met, so something had to have counted at some point.

[That it had happened with the other Owen doesn't cross his mind right this second.

He squints for a moment, before trying his best to draw a little head of a stick figure with a blindfold on. He is Making an Attempt.]

Huh... Do people really do extra things like that when they have sex?

Why?

[Oh god. It's worse then he thought. Not going to point out the misunderstanding, nope, because he is not having that conversation tonight. Who cares if that little Owen is running around holding people's hands!! It's not his problem!!

What is his problem, apparently, is that Otegine doesn't know what kinks are.]

Because they want to? Because it feels good?

[He shrugs one shoulder.]

Sex can be more then just trying to conceive a child, and there's more then one sort of pleasure in the world and more then one way to experience it. Not being able to see what your partner looks like in the throes of passions doesn't seem particularly fun, though.

[A pause.]

Though maybe being able to surprise someone who can't see what you're up to wouldn't be so bad.

[He's considering it, at least.]

Passions, huh...

[Can't relate! What's it like to feel passion? He knows one of their songs had lyrics about it... akin to a fire in yourself, an emotion that engulfed you. But it never made much sense without something to pin it to. Battle was the closest alternative their saniwa had offered.

Still, he squints at the card for a moment, nodding thoughtfully.]

I mean, I guess I could see it. You do seem to get a little too much of a kick out of teasing people sometimes.

But, h-hey, that would mean the two of these must be similar, then! [Pointing out the other two "smut" squares on alternate parts of the card.] This one just says "Messy", but this other one is, uh... "rough sex". [Clearing his throat.] I'm... guessing that's just what it means upfront.

[A beat. His eyes flick to his own card, then back to Owen's.]

What about "bondage"? Would that be the same?

Is there something wrong with teasing people?

[You try to explain a thing and get judged... smh...]

It's harmless.

[Is it, though? Owen certainly thinks it is, but he's the one doing the teasing...

"Messy" gets Owen's nose to wrinkle, but he nods at "rough sex" as if that's completely understandable. Rough sex is just to be expected, honestly. Sometimes what feels bad feels good.]

Essentially, I suppose? Not quite the same as keeping someone in bondage and forcing them to serve or anything like that... Think more along the lines of binding someone up, tying them up and keeping them in place, unable to move or do much at all while you have your way with them.

Mn, I-I don't know about that. Depends how far you go with it. [He's not the person to ask about where to draw the line, outside "maybe be nice to people". But at least he knows what he himself doesn't like.

He tries his best to nod through the description, but clarity never truly pings into his eyes, squinting at the card like everything Owen is saying makes the concept that much more a mystery.]

...

Ah.

Maybe I don't have the mindset for that. It doesn't sound all that different to what I'm used to, anyway. [At least, for being used by someone else. Using someone himself? It doesn't even cross his mind. No one would let something like him do that. That's dangerous.

Maybe he should just consider that a square to skip for as long as possible. Bummer.

...]

What do you want me to draw for these other two? I don't, uh... I can't really draw sex. [Please don't make him try.]

What would remind you of both of them?

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