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[mementosola]

[Well. Let's invoke some timeywimey in here. Obviously, the forces of Darkness (tm) and Orochi are on the rise, shit is terrible and Hisoka and Keisuke may or may not be actual incarnations of their representative gods.

Of course, if one was nearing other large revelations and wanted to find Hisokas, it is a school day and so, once more, Hisoka is (mostly) politely turning down scores of far-too-insistent admirers, in a tone and inflection that might signify she is very much wishing her powers were not quite so restricted. Particularly the part where she can fly.

Or perhaps one could catch her get rapidly less polite with an oddly familiar dude with way too many bad pick-up lines and something about the Moon Kingdom.

What do?]

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[withoutmercy]

[Magic directly to the brand actually locks him up for a second and he half sounds like he had the wind punched out of him. Turns out that's less very sensitive and more a conduit directly into his soul. So yes, that is a way of evening the playing field, Hisoka!]

[mementosola]

[Look, at least unlike certain other magic users we could name, her magic is pretty much purely healing on her own, we're pretty sure cure to the soul isn't going to have any harmful side effects.

But when he locks up she is going to take the opportunity to sit up so she can just...get rid of the tanktop and actually realize there's, you know. A bed right there.]

...Hey, c'mere.

[Also of note is she wasn't wearing a bra so one could now visually confirm her boobs are ever bit as magnificent as they look.]

[withoutmercy]

Y-yes?

[Right, breathe. Sword-equivalent of a heart, starts pumping again. And he'll follow her wherever she wants to go.]

[mementosola]

[Well, it's not far, as she's basically just going to sit down on the bed and pull him over with her.]

I feel like, just possibly, this will be more comfortable than the floor?

[withoutmercy]

It would seem so, yes.

[Well, if she wants to pull him over onto the bed, he will respond by leaning down in and kissing immediately down her neck, then, bracing himself on one hand.]

It will be soon, if nothing else.

[mementosola]

Aahahaa...[He can kiss down her neck and get a gasp out of her, she'll just as happily slide a hand down into his pants.

It may or may not be time for revenge.]

[withoutmercy]

[She might remember this from before in the theatre; it hasn't changed much. His hips even spasm a bit in response. He'll just reply to this by kissing down into her breasts, then, slowly and meticulously.]

[mementosola]

[She didn't exactly have time to get a good sense of it in the theater, a fact she is remedying quite thoroughly right now. She is shuddering pretty hard when he gets to her breasts, however--they may in fact be a weak point.]

[withoutmercy]

I wasn't expecting these to be so sensitive...

[Well, she's definitely got the trick of handle control, so to speak, given how he just gasped that sentence out. He might just fire back with tongue over nipple action, though.]

[mementosola]

Nnot sure what you expected, then...

[She has to groan that, but she is taking the time to properly unzip his pants so she can get a better grip on the pommel, so to speak, and yes I can keep these puns going all night.]

[withoutmercy]

Aha...m-moving aggressively, now, are we?

[Well she certainly didn't wind up with a shortsword... look these puns are ridiculous. He's going to continue teasing out how sensitive her breasts are with tiny little kisses, though.]

[mementosola]

I-I haven't...lost yet....

[ALthough, given she's breathing hard and hot pretty much right into his ear, she's fighting a losing battle.]

Retsuu...

[withoutmercy]

Y-yeessss?

[He is content then, to tease her breasts with his tongue. She's not making this easy, but he's also going to try to get a shaky hand down the front of those sweatpants again.]

[mementosola]

[...okay whatever she was going to say is gone with her squirming and just...sinking back down into the mattress. He's won this one, safe to say.]