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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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[ ack. so cold-hearted.

he does grow still for a moment or so, before stubbornly wiggling. it's a punishment. ]

[He's cold hearted perhaps, but he's also considerably large than the boy so it's really not much of a strain for him to roll over on top of him to pin him to the floor.]

[ as he goes down, a surprised 'weh!' goes out, and then he's squirming on the floor under him. ]

Ah, get off, get off. You're fat!

[He doesn't even bother dignifying that with a response. He just waits, quietly.]

[ it's difficult not to feel a little self-conscious. it takes only a few seconds longer before alois becomes still, entirely, once more. ]

Freezing to death seems like a really boring way to go, doesn't it?

[He waits a moment longer to make sure he's really stopped wiggling before shifting to the side again.]

I don't intend to find out.

By being incredibly dull and lying there like a bump on a log?

[Luchino leans up on an elbow to leer down at the boy.]

Are you offering to entertain and warm me?

[ whatever uncertainty there might be, and perhaps should be, either doesn't exist or passes over him in an insignificant rush. he's not shy at all, himself, sitting up to be a bit closer and staring right back. ]

I could pinch you, if you like, [ but, alois isn't really thinking of the petty, annoying, childish pinching it's sure to sound like. no. if luchino wants him to be good and entertaining in other ways, he'll have to quit showing him such a disinterested face—the worst possible expression, or lack of, for a temporary partner. ]

[Luchino's eyebrow raises slowly as he studies the boy's face. He doesn't move though, doesn't react to the boy's words. Finally he speaks in an even tone.]

You're a catamite?

[ it's not easy to tell which is most troublesome: that he guesses so easily, reads him so easily, or his lack of reaction. alois himself has straighter shoulders, in that next moment, and he adjusts his weight so his back is toward him instead. ]

This is so boring. I swear, this is the most boring way to go. Don't have a gun on you, do you? You could be merciful in that case. Or, a story. I can't feel my fingers.

[He stays where he is to study the younger man. He wasn't interested really, but he also wasn't interested in freezing to death either. With a sigh, he shifts closer and lays down on his side, pulling the boy up against his chest.]

I don't do stories.

[ there's a breath, small, but it must be obvious that he's caught off by luchino's suddenly pulling him nearer. he's very still, rigid, pulsing with doubt. ]

Of course not.

And I'm not interested in boys.

[Pillowing his head on his own arm, Luchino allows himself to study the boy's blond hair though. His fingers itch to be run through the soft locks, but he resists the urge, keeping his arm loose over the boy's waist, just holding him close enough to enjoy the warmth of his body. He lets his gaze linger though, drinking in the sight even though it tugs something sharp and painful in his chest and tightens his throat just a little.]

Neither am I, [ he isn't bad at making it sound amused, but it holds back a lot. he's not particularly interested in being touched or touching or other activities touching alone can lead to, whether you're interested in someone or not. in fact, that's a luxury: to lie with someone you're very interested in, coveting, wouldn't mind devoting yourself to. he hasn't had such luxuries. it's only been because he's needed to, or beneficial, and always revolving around survival.

he doesn't mention that no one would have to know, if luchino were to find himself changing his mind, in the moment, about his lack of interest in boys. ]

You're warm. [ a statement made in partial gratitude, and for no other reason than to vocalize it. ] If you need to break my neck and find a way to devour me to last a little longer, then do that. It'd be stupid if we both died.

I draw my lines where I will, and that is beyond them.

[He hesitates, knowing the words and tone were harsher than necessary out of irritation with their whole situation. He sighs softly, relenting and gentling his voice a little.]

You are warm as well. Hopefully it will keep us alive long enough to avoid any drastic measures.

[ he gives a hum of agreement, settling slightly, losing some of that tension. ]

[The slight easing of the boy's tension makes it easier to shift him closer against his body, and he lowers his head slightly, his breath stirring the fine hair gently.]

What's your name?

Alois, [ on a sigh. carefully, gently, he nestles for the briefest moment back against him. the warmth in this icy air is irresistible. ]

What's yours?

[Closing his eyes at the small wiggle against sensitive areas, he tightens his arm slightly.]

Luchino.

Luchino.

[ he parrots softly, while a small hand idly strokes the arm around him. half of its intention seeking to placate, mostly out of habit, and the other if only to admire the definition and tone of it. ]

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