Feed me tacos and call me pretty.

[enya]

HOW TO SEDUCE THEM

It's like having a cheat code for winning their heart when you know all of their weaknesses!

How to play.
- We're out of our blank top level era.
- Instead, in the subject line, drop what would make your character character go feral for somebody.
- In come the replies where folks either try to sweep them off their feet or make them feel like garbage for their garbage tastes/

Comments

[vanikey]

Same reason as you, I'm sure. Got a call about some enchanted item causing a fuss... but it looks like you already found it.

[pyrrhicly]

Splendid. Then you can help me destroy the damn thing and end this misery.

[vanikey]

You're asking for help? [ and no one is near death???? ] It must have really messed with you.

[pyrrhicly]

It's projecting this nonsense about my ears. I'm not exactly a fan.

[vanikey]

Are you really going to keep insisting it isn't true?

[pyrrhicly]

Why are you of the belief that it is?

[vanikey]

Because if it wasn't true, you wouldn't be so worked up by it.

[pyrrhicly]

That's ridiculous. It's annoying to have that kind of thing said about you either way. Don't be so quick to believe some accursed trinket.

Or should I be considering the things you said while under the influence of a curse to be true as well?

[vanikey]

[ how dare you make this about her— ]

If it isn't true then let me touch them!

[pyrrhicly]

-- Why do you need to prove it?!

[vanikey]

Because you brought up something embarrassing for no reason!

[ ...maybe not no reason...

whatever, she's lunging for a grab anyway-- ]

Hold still!

[pyrrhicly]

What do you mean no rea--

[ WELL SHIT HERE SHE IS, SHE GRABBED HIS EARS AND





n-nothing?? ]

See? Are you happy now? Can we forget this goddamn farce and move on?

[vanikey]

[ ????? NOTHING?

BOO! ]

What the hell?? Are they broken?!

[ what exactly is she expecting to happen here? who can say, but she's not letting up, wiggling her fingers over the shells of his ears to try and incite something. ]

[pyrrhicly]

They work just fine! Quit it!

[ the grabbing didn't seem to have had any effect, and neither does the gentler touch of--




he may have tensed up just a little ]

[vanikey]

[ ...OH? ]

Ahh, so it's a softer touch you like~

[ with more purpose now, lucy traces her fingertips along the outline of his ears, featherlight. ]

[pyrrhicly]

[ it takes every ounce of self control to stop the tremor that threatens to creep up his spine, his hands lifting to take hold of her wrists. ]

How long am I supposed to humor your delusions?

[vanikey]

[ his grip on her wrists isn't harsh, but it's firm enough to get her hands to stop. she pouts at him...



then an idea seems to strike her. ]

Three more seconds.

[ because that's how long it takes for her to lean up and blow a puff of air against one of his ears. ]

[pyrrhicly]

[ FACE IS RED

EARS ARE RED

EVERYTHING IS RED

WORLD IS A FUCK ]

That's enough!

[ he lets go of her wrists to grab her shoulders and force her back to arm's length. ]

[vanikey]

[ OOP, HE'S ANGRY... how could she have foreseen this..... ]





...I think it might be that pot over there...

[pyrrhicly]

Ohhhh, no. You don't get off that easy, now. Make it even.

Tell me.

[vanikey]

Wh-- no way!! We have a job to do!

[pyrrhicly]

How strange that you weren't in such a hurry moments ago. Fascinating, really.

Talk.

[vanikey]

I refuse, and you can't make me.

[pyrrhicly]

Lucy, you would be terrified to learn what I can and cannot do.

[vanikey]

What? You'd abuse your powers just to get me to reveal my turn ons? You're way too pragmatic for that.