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MISFIRES

a rambunctious duo in salt has stuck their nose where they shouldn't and now you can all reap the rewards! this is a MISFIRES meme. post a header for your character, and receive accidental texts from your local saltburntian guests. nudes, nasties, confessions of a certain persuasion? things you'd otherwise never write or send? they're all on the table. (meme threads aren't game canon, but they're not not game canon either, right)

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[longlegs]

when

[deadnerve]

now?

[longlegs]

[ ... ]

are you trying to get away from someone

[deadnerve]

im bored sis

[longlegs]

come to my room then

[deadnerve]

[the scooby doo ass scramble behind the scenes]

[longlegs]

[ actually has no idea if he's coming or not so: find her on her bed, stomach down and propped on her elbows with her legs swinging back and forth, texting way too many people. ]

[deadnerve]

[He pops his head around the doorway from her bathroom because that's the normal way to enter, right? Fuck who ever's living next door and whose door he just busted into. He stares at her silently until she notices him. As is his ritual.]

Were you being serious?

[Said with the absolute, complete tone of a doubtful little brother.]

[longlegs]

Jesus—! Oh my god, scrungly, my door is right there.

[ Pointing with her whole hand in the Other Direction. A sigh, she drops her phone and pushes herself up, legs crossed at the ankles, both hands where they're connected. Her turn to stare and... think about it, she guesses, until she narrows her eyes and purses her lips. Hmm. ]

... Get on your knees.

[ Was he being serious? ]

[deadnerve]

Gotta keep you on your toes.

[He says, right before she's telling him to get on his knees and it feels oddly suiting. He hesitates for a minute, stepping out of the bath and into her room - still feeling like she might just make this a prank somehow. As siblings do. But then he's got this weird sense of deja vu, which he shakes off by dropping down onto his knees. Hands clasped together as if praying.]

Hail Mila, full of grace, this nerd is with thee.

[longlegs]

[ Oh. Well, damn, he's doing it. Mila slides her legs off the bed and sits there, both palms down next to her thighs, a huff of amusement at his goofy little line. ]

Hah. Not quite, though, are you? Come over here.

[ She's pointing at the floor in front of her. ]

[deadnerve]

... Do I get to walk or am I crawling? 'Cause I draw furries but I'm not like, seriously into dog-play.

[That said, he doesn't get up. He scampers closer on all fours, looking up to her from his new position kneeling before her. Kieran looks completely at ease, gazing up at her before his attention slowly threatens to wane off to the side.]

[longlegs]

Ew, don't be weird.

[ She says, to the guy she ordered to crawl on over. Good boy. Wait (vine boom) ]

So you're really willing to do this. For a whole day.

[deadnerve]

Yeah? Your disbelief is making me doubt myself. Was this just a joke?

[X X X Pressing X X X]

[longlegs]

I just didn't think you'd actually do it.

[ She's thinking. ]

Stay here.

[ She pats his head, ruffles his curls a little, pushes herself up and walks past to pay her massive walk-in closet a visit. Stepping back out with a box - always discreet packaging - Mila places on her desk, fingers drumming on the top side of the package. Inside are the world's most ridiculous sex toys, responsible for whatever this is about to be. ]

So you can keep your eye on the prize. Sort of. Except now I have to decide what I actually wanna do with you.

[deadnerve]

[His head swivels to watch, almost ready to say "forget it, nevermind" because she clearly was joking with him and here he is. Waiting for his turn with the X-Rated Box. He rolls his eyes, then slaps his hands against his thighs as he stays kneeling.]

I can just go back to my room if this is gonna be a snoozefest.

[longlegs]

... A snoozefest? I brought this thing out just for you and you're talking about leaving.

[ Wait. ]

You're chickening out?

[deadnerve]

No, I'm just sayin' if you're gonna make me sit while you hem and haw...

[He's already feeling flighty on account of feeling dumb on account of putting himself out on a limb. Big sister you have to reassure his dumb ass.]

[longlegs]

Well excuse me if I've never done this before. Jeez.

[ Frowning, she comes over again, sits down and crosses her arms. ]

I'm trying to think. 'You any good at massages?

[deadnerve]

Oh great, I'm the test drive.

[Now just teasing, giving her a little eye roll.]

I'm not bad at them. But you gotta at least be naked, I'm not kneading you through your clothes. We're doing it legit.

[longlegs]

So take my clothes off. [ She clears her throat and straightens her posture, flipping hair behind her shoulder and putting on a mock-serious expression. ] Undress me, rather.

[deadnerve]

Okay, lazy-pants.

[But he shifts toward her, hands out - grabbing first at her knees, before working his way up. He's got just enough reservation in how his fingers move to out the fact he's either nervous or still doubtful of proceeding. Either way, he's not going to admit it, and does his best to keep trucking like he has purpose enough.]

C'mere a little closer, or lift your ass at least.

[longlegs]

[ She's hiding it a little too, overcompensating with a playful attitude, palms pressed down and lifting her hips so all he has to do is grab the waistband of her running shorts and tug them down her legs. This is one of those moments where her brain cuts down the concept of what they're supposed to be and the implications of what they're doing to claim it's totally fine. It isn't weird when they do it. ]

[deadnerve]

[Kieran tugs down her shorts, wondering why his mouth feels all dry - and he seems to be going through the same processing crisis, if only momentarily. He gets her shorts off, holding them between his hands for a moment, before tossing them aside. Suddenly her legs are much, much longer to look at.

Pushing up on his knees, he reaches for her shirt next - dutiful in how he works it up her torso, maneuvering one arm in first before the other.]

Uh. Lean - lean forward for me? ... Please?

[longlegs]

[ She wants to ask if he's also feeling it, then fears that speaking up will result in another huff, another threat to call this whole thing off carried to fruition. Any hesitation they might be feeling now would pale in comparison to the embarrassment of being rejected and left behind half-naked. ]

Mhm!

[ Lean forward she does, arms stretched for his convenience, hair fixed a little once all of it's slipped past the neckline. ]

I always forget how warm your hands are. [ … ] So I should lie down on my stomach, right?