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

[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.

[pyrrhicly]

[ she's entirely right. he's being pissy but it isn't like he'd actually hurt her just to get even over something like this.

a moment of painfully frustrated silence before he turns, scoffing as he makes to leave. ]

Whatever. Destroy it yourself then, I don't really care anymore.

[vanikey]

[ lucy watches him begin to walk away before she seems to even register he'a actually leaving. ]

H-Hang on..! You're not really upset, are you?

[ alright... if she has to admit it, it was pretty rotten of her to take advantage of him like that. she sucks in a steeling breath, nose scrunched up. ]

Fine. I'm -- I'm sorry. If it'll make you feel better, I'll... tell you one of them.

[pyrrhicly]

[ he feels exposed, is what it is above all else. exposed in a way he doesn't allow himself to be anymore. exposed in a way that she seems to stumble into time and time again.

it's a dangerous pattern. ]

Don't. Truth be told, I'm better off not knowing. I don't need to waste any space in my brain on such useless trivia.

[vanikey]

Useless?

[ he -- isn't wrong. there's no reason dark would need to know one of her turn ons, and yet the choice of word and the brusque tone of his voice makes it all feel especially personal. she can't help but take offense. ]

Okay, so maybe I went a little too far back there, but there's no need to be mean.

[pyrrhicly]

Mean?

[ He pivots towards her, taking a few steps back in her direction. ]

How so? That information only means something if you actually want me to use it. Which you don't.

Right?