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The Body Heat Meme

Post with your character! They're now stuck in a very cold place of your choice. It can be anything, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard. The choice is up to you.
Comment around! Now your character has some company in this bone-chilling environment. The two of them share two things in common: clothes completely unfitting for this weather (be they summer clothes or even lingerie) and a blanket.
A blanket? Yes, just one warm blanket and no other ways to escape the cold. The two of them will have to share it in order to stay alive in this weather. Don't worry, you're sure to find a common language in this terrible situation!
So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!
Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.

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[Hnnngh, he's cute. She's probably freaking out inside because of it. He's just!! Really genuine!!

So she hides her face into his chest because she doesn't want to be looked at.]

Mmm...it's nothing I can think of, so you are safe. For now. [SHE'S JOKING.] No, I...already like you as you are.

Well. This just would not do! The human was obviously cold, and she was of great girth as well as excessive heat!

Mooing at him indignantly for his needless self-sacrifice, she made it her work to remove the blanket. Unfortunately, it took a great deal of time before she was able to get a piece of the blanket in her mouth, intending to draw it from herself and make this one see that he should come cuddle her. Perhaps...

She lay down as gently as she could, the floor of the Area beneath not nearly as nice without the grass and flowers. Looking at Shiro, she mooed softly, trying to make him understand that she would like him to join her.

"But you are!" She was still laughing, and had no idea whether she meant that he was a flatterer or adorable, but as she thought him to be both, it really wasn't important.

That offer had her blushing slightly, though. Did he feel obligated, now that she'd teased him about it? Shaking her head a bit, she slowly removed her helmet and looked up at him.

"Shiro, I was only joking. I'm not asking you to do something like that if you'd rather not, although it would be pleasant."

...Wait. Had she really just said that? She really must have hit her head harder than she'd thought.

[ What kind of wish fulfillment are you pulling him out of his thoughts with, Akashi. He looks over at him for a brief moment, then leans in to look a little closer at the junanagen in front of him, as if he's admiring the craftsmanship. He is, but he's also trying to concentrate on it a little more than his friend. ]

The kokyu and piano work unexpectedly well together, if you do.

[ He's a little stuck in his ways, but he likes playing what he likes. ]

[ Now hold on a minute there, saying that Haein even excels at that might be an overstatement. There are definitely times that Hyunseok has freshly ticked off Haein, and the reply that people get to that question is just a little less sweet than saying that Hyunseok is his boyfriend.

Hyunseok isn't going to drag his boyfriend (who he has no problem ever referring to by that moniker) into his lap, but he does make small waving motions with his blanketed hands to indicate further that Haein should just crawl into his embrace already. ]

This is faster though!

[ Quicker and better way to warm up in his opinion. Plus an excuse to cuddle when he knows that Haein is so resistant to it normally. ]

"Shhh... Hey, there's nothing wrong with needing a bit extra. It's okay," Shiro soothes, coaxing Felih to lift his face for a soft kiss. "You're not demanding, you're not a burden, you're not a monster... it's just what your body is built to need. That's okay. It's just you, and you're lovely. Okay?"

He nuzzles their noses together, stroking his thumb along Felih's cheekbone as his purr strengthens comfortingly. "I'm here. I'll be here as often as I can. I want to help, and I want to take care of you. I want to make love to you. I need to do that half a dozen times in a sitting? Oh no~ What a tragedy~" he says in a ridiculous voice, widening his eyes in mock despair. "More sex? At my age? Whatever shall I do~?"

"Hey now, I just got that... Aren't you cold?" Shiro asks, fully aware that she's not going to answer. He kneels down to right the blanket, smoothing it over her back and then settling down next to her with a heavy sigh. "I'll go in a minute, Kaltenecker. I just need a minute." He closes his eyes and tips his head back against her, resting his wrists on his knees. "...You must hear a lot of things, huh girl. I bet people confide in you fairly often. Big heart and always listening. Warm and solid."

He smiles, shaking his head. "Princess, I wouldn't have offered if it wasn't okay." And sure enough, when he coaxes her to lie back down against his shoulder, he starts to slowly caress her hair. Light on the surface at first, but growing bolder and eventually combing through the mass of curls proper as he helps detangle them and set them to rights. "It's really beautiful, you know," he murmurs.

[ Is Midorima back to speaking metaphorically?

Akashi pauses in his step to actually imagine how a kokyu and a piano might sound like together. A kokyu is more shrill than a violin, but... ]

Ah, I can imagine it now. [ Maybe a rendition of Moon River would be lovely, if not a traditional piece. He decides to keep this thought to himself. ]

I'll have to find a store first. At least, I'd like one that's of good quality.

[ Not only is the Akashi family rich enough to own a corporation, but they are old enough to have been around to be considered nobles of the olden era. It's only apt for Seijuro--heir of the Akashi family--to have refined tastes. ]

Her response was a sigh so deep it was nearly a moan. It had been so very long since someone's hands had done this for her, aside from those of the mice, of course. It had always been soothing to her and his compliment just made her blush even more.

"Flatterer, indeed."

But she moved a little so she could look up at him, bringing a hand to his face in a gesture of spontaneous affection.

"Thank you. You're very good at this."

[ He's being pretty literal this time. He saw it on NHK Blends before, it was a good listen. If it happens to work as a metaphor then he's fine with that.

He wonders how many people walk in a museum and walk out with the intent to purchase a traditional instrument. Probably not many, least of all with the means to do so. Akashi is a unique case, as he always is. ]

Let's find the curator, I'm sure he has enough connections to make a recommendation.

[ He doesn't know that the curator would be around right now, but it's something worth considering. Not that he doubts Akashi's ability to somehow find a master craftsman to hand-make him a traditional one living in some secluded forest cabin, but it might be a little faster. He misses playing with him like they did in middle school from time to time, and in the more metaphorical sense- it might be nice to try something new with him. ]

Alright. When we finish looking around.

[ just as Akashi's about to move onto a different part of an exhibit, he bumps into a small girl, probably around 6 to 7 years of age and she looks plenty distraught. She looks like she's been crying for some time given how red her eyes are.

"Have you seen my mother?" she asks. Akashi's more caring side immediately shows though because he gets down on one knee so he can be face to face with the kid. ]

Why don't we go look for your mother? We'll help, won't we, Midorima?

[ Midorima's initial instinct is to give the child a hard stare and not really say anything. If they were elsewhere, he might just leave the girl with Akashi and go to find the mother, but Akashi already volunteered him to help. And unlike with some individuals, he's not just going to walk off and ditch Akashi in favor of doing what's right. Besides, he doesn't know that there's a lost children's area here- where would parents report lost children to here?

His brow furrows slightly and he looks from the girl to Akashi. He's not particularly fond of kids who aren't.. well, his sister. But there are givens in this situation: Akashi has already stated that they'll both help, he doesn't have a practical answer besides simply looking, and though he doesn't feel comfortable around children, he's also not going to even think about suggesting they leave her to someone else.

Particularly since it's proving to be a little crowded here, and even if Akashi's got one side, the girl's likely to get bumped into form the other and potentially lost again. So he lets out a soft sigh, as if he's giving in to an absurd request, and he holds his hand out for the little girl to take. ]

You'll get bumped into by less cautious people than Akashi if you aren't careful. Come.

[ He's not getting down on one knee like Akashi is, so she seems to be mostly convinced he's some kind of tree giant. The girl repeats Midorima and Akashi's names slowly, then seems to settle on just calling them Midori-san and Aka-san since she's got colors down pat. ]

This's self serving. If it weren't for you, I'd probably have tried to just sleep it off in there.

[It's too cold to be as concerned with personal space even if Akashi didn't move. He collapses down beside him near the hearth, reveling in the fact that he can't see his own breath in front of him even if he feels colder than ever It's proof that the temperature is likely at least 8 degrees which is well out of frostbite risk ranges... So he assumes. The air's warm enough to hold the respiratory moisture instead of becoming visible.]

The pipes aren't frozen yet so the kettle has water. They probably have snacks stashed somewhere. Sorry, but I don't feel like going through the whole pain-in-the-ass serving ritual.

He sees her touch coming, which is why he doesn't startle. Instead he tips his head very slightly into it: a slow blink is the only time he allows himself to really savor it.

Gestures of physical affection are hard to come by for Shiro. While he gives out pats on the back or shoulder squeezes, it's rare for anyone to do much in return. Keith isn't here for the occasional bro hug, and Pidge mostly uses hugs in extreme cases - she simply has too much energy and is too distracted to do much more than absently pat his arm during her inspections of his prosthetic. There's always been a barrier of age and authority and legend keeping an aloof space between the Black Paladin and his team, leaving him on the outside of their rambunctious antics. It's a cold and lonely place.

"It's nothing special," he murmurs, wishing he could cup her hand to his cheek and keep it there. "I'm just glad that it doesn't get caught in the joints." How embarrassing would that be. "But you're very welcome, Princess. I'm honored that you'd let me do this. It's soothing."

No, you've done enough. Please get some rest.

[ He deserves it for all that's happened today.

Akashi gets up in hopes of finding something to eat. Walking out in the cold has definitely taken more energy than usual, and something to fill their stomachs would be good so they're warm on the inside as they are out.

He's never really been inside the tea ceremony clubroom before, but the cupboards are at least easy to find. Akashi actually has no idea how to make tea beyond the usual steeping of tea leaves, but he knows the first step is to heat water so he fills up the kettle with water to hang it over the hearth to warm.

With that done, he moves to find something to eat. There are some readymade strawberry mochi packed by sixes stacked in one of the cupboards, so Akashi proceeds to grab two packs and small forks before he sits back down by the hearth next to the silver haired boy. ]

[As uninterested as he is in the art of Sadou he doesn't mean to make his underclassman serve him either. He wants to assume that Akashi's looking about for his own sake and he doesn't intend to stop him if bringing him something will let him feel like things are even, but just the same dull colored eyes follow the red headed figure probing around in the shadows cast by the hearth on the darker side of the room. It's a stare that redirects to the light source itself just before Akashi can turn around to bring the kettle to the hearth.

He supposes if he's going to say it, it'll be easier when he's at the cupboards a second time with his back turned. Though speaking up will probably just make him turn around and look. The important thing is getting up the... not quite nerve, but it takes some mental preparation to go ahead and start in on it.]

It might've sounded wrong before. When I said I don't think about you.

[ Mayuzumi's interpretation of Akashi is slightly skewed if he thinks Akashi is the type of person who does things because he expects something in return or because he's returning a favour.

He is pretty gallant (chivalry isn't dead, as one might put it), but the idea of "getting back" to a person isn't something he actively thinks about. It's why when he hands one pack of mochi to Mayuzumi, it's done out of concern in case the other might be hungry.

He then grows quiet, still not addressing what was told to him. He isn't exactly sure how to respond to what Mayuzumi's said. It's not everyday that he hears Mayuzumi of all people sound so... thoughtful? pensive? about something that concerns one Seijuro Akashi. ]

Did you mean something else by it? [ Akashi finally speaks after letting the sound of the snow outside be the only sound aside from the wood getting charred before them. It was a rather lengthy silence coming from Akashi. Hayama always considers a non-responsive Akashi to be an angry one, but he doesn't seem at all angry right now. ]

[Mayuzumi, ever a perfect contrast to Hayama, finds the tension that wound up in his spine melting away some in the silence, ultimately a comforting one. It isn't being taken as an empty courtesy or an attempt to make nice now that they've ~bonded~ over one trek through the snow, nor is Akashi going to try to characterize him as a tsundere who had said something he didn't mean. Mayuzumi doesn't consider himself complex, but that Akashi is going to think about it by himself is a welcome... not surprise, but it's welcomed. It's not that he expected him to, but it was again due to a lack of expectations. He just hadn't thought of how he would respond. He'd devoted himself to putting it out there for his own reasons and his own sake.

If there is an expectation, it's that Akashi will let him have the silence to think out how to phrase his answer. He takes fork and takes a bite of one of the mochi not necessarily to buy time but because it's there and it doesn't sound bad to eat something if he thinks about it.]

I don't think about you much but I'm aware of you. [He takes another bite and his time in chewing and swallowing it.] But I'm not a diligent enough senpai to urge you to reach your potential.

If you set out to do something I assume it'll happen. But I don't think about what somethings you'll do. [The topic had only come up as a way to fill the silence and let him talk about something most people found easy to talk about: themselves.]

If you end up taking it easy, coasting because you can, it's not like I have any expectations that you'd be betraying to think it's a waste. I'm not your parent or a fan or anything.

[He realizes it's at odds with the confrontation he'd had with Akashi during their final game, but at that time he persists that Akashi was doing so poorly it couldn't even be called coasting. Maybe he's a being contrary. Maybe he had expectations at that time because he would have shared in the victory of his performance then. Mayuzumi never claimed not to be selfish.]

[He had to reach down to push at his jeans, shoving them and his underwear down and off -- once he'd gotten his boots kicked off. Then he was leaning in closer, draping his body over hers for both the sensation of skin on skin and to offer her some of his warmth.]

So impatient. I thought witches had that in abundance. Or is the lack of it why we're currently stuck in a storm?

Pinya isn't a stranger to Mind Attacks of the Past, and she recognises the signs automatically. She's had her fair share of them herself.

She comes close, not enough to touch, but enough to be heard when she speaks in a low soothing voice.

"Wherever you were, it is not here. Here, in the now, feel it, Shiro. The ground beneath your feet, the air in your lungs, The sights you see. Feel them."

When he breaks into the coughing fit, she's still talking low, smooth tones. She feels when he comes out of it, and his mind lets her in. Slowly, she lets the Aether into Shiro's body, suffusing him with a warmth that comes from her very being. When it's clear that he's back, she comes forward, to hold his head in her palms, bunting her forehead against his. She lives with Miqo'te mostly, and it's clear that she's learnt some things by force of habit.

"It's okay, It's okay." She soothes, rubbing her thumbs tenderly across his cheeks.

[ There is silence again on Akashi's part. It's not that there's a lot to take in from Mayuzumi's response--sure, but it isn't heavy to digest. It's just that it's one of those few moments when Akashi feels like he has to be careful with his words and his own reactions, whether they be verbal or small tics or the like. Mayuzumi's learned how to be observant after all, given that Akashi made him to become a Shadow.

His breathing is normal as can be in the cold. He isn't shivering anymore, although his index finger on the mochi's plastic moves by a fraction, almost a sign of-- fidgeting? Akashi isn't nervous by any means, but he won't deny that he doesn't care about what Mayuzumi has to say about him.

Mayuzumi isn't a hero - Akashi will even attest to that even though he does look up to Mayuzumi and has grown fond of the guy. What he will say about Mayuzumi though is that the two of them have spent enough time together (as teammates, or partners--that alley-oop was definitely rehearsed many times) for him to know who Akashi is. He wouldn't have asked in that last game they had, otherwise. Unintentional as it must have been, it was Mayuzumi who helped his original self surface and return. Mayuzumi's never treated Akashi special, either. Maybe that's where the attachment he feels comes from. ]

I've learned a lot of things in that last game we had. I suppose I'll just keep it to myself since you might not be interested.

Losing for the first time was difficult. Having to cover for myself and explain myself to someone who does have expectations of me proved to be difficult. While I still intend to play basketball with my friends, I almost lost that too for not being able to deliver.

[ He definitely had to fight his father just so he'd be allowed to continue playing basketball despite the loss. ]

Would it be strange to say that it's a relief that there's someone who doesn't expect anything of me?

[ He lets out a chuckle as he finally opens the pack of mochi. He finds it more comfortable to speak honestly now. ]

Piñara giggles a little bit as the coils tighten and Loretta places her body over hers. The blanket lets the heat start to rise in the little bubble that they've created in the den.

"So, what's a pretty Naga like you doing hidden away down here?" She asks, trying to make things a little less awkward.

He closes his eyes painfully for a long moment, shaking, gasping as the Aether eases the pain in his joints and the aching in his chest. The warmth soothes the cough away, too, he can feel it. It's not the corrupted quintessence of the Galra. It's not the cool rush of energy in the Castle's healing pods. It's different. It's kinder. More personal.

Pinya. It's her voice, her hands, her head against his that really draw him back into the present. Heat-cold-sensitivity sweeps over his skin in the wake of the panic and turns his stomach, but he swallows hard and keeps it down. He sways slightly into her touch. Stars. He needs it so much and he hates himself for it. What the hell is wrong with him.

"I'm here," he murmurs. His voice is so much rougher and shakier than he wants it to be. "Sorry... I'm all right. I'm okay. I didn't. Are you okay?" He didn't hurt her, did he?

Felih lifts his face to meet Shiro's, a soft purr in his chest when Shiro kisses and comforts him, soothing him so very kindly. He feels his cheeks burning, his heart melting- and he reaches up, looping his arms around Shiro's neck to keep him close, to nuzzle their noses and relax at the sound of his mate purring.

"I love you," he murmurs quietly as their noses nuzzle together, eyes filled with warm adoration, body warm beneath his, comfortable and calm. They can both rest and catch their breath for a bit, and Shiro's comforts only help him to feel happier, safer, secure. Shiro doesn't think he's too much, doesn't think he's a burden...

And then Shiro's joking, and Felih laughs, shuddering under him with the breathless sounds and clinging to him tighter, pulling him down into a tight hug, lovingly nuzzling and pressing kisses against every ilm of skin he can reach. "I love you..." he echoes, purring and overjoyed, letting his legs squeeze a bit tighter around Shiro's hips.

"You're not that much older than I, are you?" Felih purrs, before kissing him again, basking between the rounds. He gives a blissful sigh against Shiro's throat next, murmuring, "You make me feel so safe. So comfortable, at ease. Thank you..." Soft kisses to his skin follow, nuzzles between them as he noses along Shiro's neck.

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