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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]

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?

[deadnerve]

... Yeah, 's probably right.

[He mentally winces because what he replied sound stupid, not decisive, and he sucks in a breath and keeps pulling her shirt off until it's also dropped to the ground. He's immediately looking down, moth to a flame, to look at the bra situation but doesn't go about trying to pry it off too. Yet.]

... Lotion?

[longlegs]

[ Arms crossed in front of her, Mila rests her chin on the intersection, lower lip pursed in a non-pout. ]

Yes, please. It'll be easier. For you.

[deadnerve]

Yeah, your reptilian skin won't stick to my hands.

[Sorry, you're his sister. He has to razz you to make this feel normal again, especially as he finds lotion.]

G...et... comfortable.

[longlegs]

Don't be an ass, my skin is perfect.

[ His sister is still vain. ]

It's that one — no, the other. Yeah. There.

[ One bottle among many, with her favorite scent. Floral, a little sweet. Mila imagines he'll hate it. ]

[deadnerve]

Geez, you have so many.

[He is typically dubious of why anyone needs more than one lotion - girls are so fucking weird. He gets the one he's instructed to get, and then will just climb on up to get into position - straddling her ass and dumping way too much lotion square in the center of her back.]

Oh, that stinks.

[longlegs]

[ It's not her fault she gets all these presents, okay. ]

I — Kier! [ Typical whiny tone. She's grabbing and twisting her hair to make sure it's out of the way when she tries to look over her shoulder. ] I know that's way too much. And it doesn't stink! Stop having bad taste.

[deadnerve]

Blah, blah...

[He's laughing a little though, the way a younger brother must always laugh, as he puts his palms to her back and moves around the huge glob of lotion. It smears. It's thick. He's having fun with it.]

It smells like you shoved a flower up my nose.

[longlegs]

Well, you've got yourself to blame for that one, buddy.

[ Humpf. She goes back to resting her chin on her arms, flat on the bed. Except for when she starts to swing her legs a little. ]

What smells do you like, anyway? Food doesn't count.

[deadnerve]

I 'unno.

[To him that's a weird question. He doesn't put that much stock in smells - and he's not helped by the fact that the body sprays and colognes he's seen and used are all just weird man-oriented names. Jackhammer. Pepperspray. Gunshot.]

I like whatever Ren smells like. And you. Not- this shit, but. Sometimes you smell good.

[His hands are oily but it's not as disgustingly slick, so he rubs her shoulders as he speaks.]

[longlegs]

[ She's grinning so much right now. ]

You really got a crush on her, huh.

[ Sure, there was a compliment in there for her too, but it's much better to tease him about this. ]

That's so cute.

[deadnerve]

Shuddup.

[He says with more embarrassment than bite.]

Did you know like, I think it was the first time we fucked around she headbutted me? It was so hot.

[longlegs]

She what? [ Instant tone shift. Someone hurt her brother? Not good. Forget that he liked it. ] Why?