dreampost: even more after dark edition

[wotanon]

[ shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[crossmyheartandhope]

[Peeking at his card and going slowly redder.]

I-it's, uh. You go in a closet with someone in the dark? For like. Seven minutes. And you set a timer, and like... kiss, and stuff?

[irregular]

Well... at least it doesn't involve tying anybody up? Unless you wanna do... any of the other things?

[Seven minutes doesn't sound that long.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean... it'd cross it off both our lists, at least?

[irregular]

True...

Probably the best choice, then...? I mean, I don't really wanna do - there's weird, and there's weird, weird. Right?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah. Yeah, some of these are -

- yeah.

A-anyway, we doing this, or...?

[irregular]

Might as well...

[K looks back down at the card.]

Yeah. Yeah, we're doing this.

[It's only seven minutes.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Okay. Okay, cool.

I guess... there's a maintenance closet in the game tower, so...?

[irregular]

You reckon they'll have left it open?

[Why's it got to be a closet anyway? Seems weirdly specific.]

Maybe we can pick the lock.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Pretty sure they keep it open. Call it a hunch.

[Spoilers: he knows that because he once tore down half the ceiling trying to get up into the crawlspace in there, oops.]

[irregular]

[Yeah but did he get up there??]

Sounds good. You know the way?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He did not. A spinning black void made him dizzy and then teleported him out of the building.]

Yeah... c'mon, it's over here.

[He leads K to the maintence closet - stops by the door, and fidgets a little.]

After you...?

[irregular]

[10/10 for trying, this is exactly what K would do.

[And... here they are.

[Good God this really is a maintenance closet and they really are supposed to spend seven minutes in here, doing... stuff. Still: K doesn't want to let his team down. And he doesn't particularly want to hand Hurricane a Sharpie and tell him to go nuts, either.]

Uh, sure.

[Let's... get this started.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He ducks his head, and tries (unsuccessfully) not to blush like crazy, and follows K into the closet.]

[It looks... very little like an actual maintence closet, because dreams are funny like that. The space is small and dark, yes, but the walls are lined with costumes and props, rows upon rows of them. There is a pile of clothes on the floor. There is also a mannequin head wearing googly eye glasses.]

...uh.

[irregular]

Oh my God C!

[K is just gonna stare at that mannequin head and just C WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS CAN I NEVER GO ANYWHERE WITHOUT REPRISALS.]

Christ, he better not be in here.

[Just gonna check these coats. Maybe he's hiding in one of them, hanging up.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Is this where he's been keeping his leftover props from old lives or something?

[Yeah, totally checking all the clothes hanging up, including the pockets for smoke bombs.]

[irregular]

Well, I guess he has to keep 'em somewhere?

[Oh my God what is this.

[K holds it up for inspection in the light from the open door and oh good they're trapped in a closet with a decaying rainbow furby.]

Well, Seven Minutes in Heaven... and he has been going round calling himself God? Guess this is just what it looks like these days.

[He dumps the Furby through the door. No, you stay out.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Man, heaven needs some work.

[He tosses this thing out the door, too.]

[irregular]

[oh my God it's still going.

[K helps him to bundle out the back end.]

At least we only gotta stay here for seven minutes?

[Then we can go back to being damned.]

You figure we're actually alone yet?

[crossmyheartandhope]

The closet's not that big. Pretty sure we got em all.

[But he knocks on the wood of the door jamb, anyway.]

[irregular]

[So long as C really isn't hanging from one of the coat hooks, anyway.

[K pulls the door closed, leaving the closet (close, cramped, fabric brushing against his cheek and his sleeve and his hand) illuminated by nothing but the screen of his cellphone as he fumbles for the stopwatch.

[This seems sort of... anti-something.]

So, uh... I guess seven minutes from now?

[He holds up the phone.

[Seven minutes is like... two whole songs.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

...yeah. I mean. No point waiting, right?

[He's blushing again, though it's hard to tell in the dim lighting.]

[irregular]

A-all right.

[Likewise. God damn it, so very likewise. Maybe Hurricane can't see it, but he can feel it, creeping hot and uncomfortable across his cheeks.

[It's only seven minutes. All he has to do is--

[--lean forward, right?]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Yeah. Easy mode.]

[They did it with Pocky already, right? This isn't that different.]

[He leans forward, too, a little uncertain.]

[irregular]

[Yup, Exactly like that. The pocky was... well, okay, so it helped to have some other excuse for doing what he's about to do, but-- well, it was an excuse, wasn't it? He's got a hand on Hurricane's wrist - to steady himself, that's all.

[Their lips brush, almost by accident...




[okay

[now what?]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Now they just have to keep this up for seven minutes.]

[Hurricane flushes darker still - leans in a little.]

[His lips are oddly cool to the touch, dry and slightly chapped.]