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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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[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?

[deadnerve]

'Cause I told her I could handle it?

[But it's fuzzy, thinking about it. He stares down at her back for a second, before resuming a massage he didn't notice he'd stopped.]

I don't wanna alarm you, sis. But I like being thrown around by hot women who can crush me like a soda can.

[longlegs]

[ Overprotective. She repeats the word to herself like a warning and an accusation. Is it a bad thing if he can't even tell how bad his affinity for violence can get, though? And if she's right, why does it feel so — ugly.

Maybe because the real word is a different one. ]

You can't feel it. That's not the same as handling it.

[ But look, she isn't freaking out. ]

And she's into it?

[deadnerve]

I mean, yeah... it's not like I'm asking her to gut me, Mil.

[Said with a scoff.]

She could like judo flip me to the floor or- [or something? it's so weird, there's like two separate memories overlapping] or like, totally put me down. But she wasn't like actually hammering on me. I think she just didn't believe me when I said I could take it. 'Cause I'm not like a six foot twink, y'know?

[longlegs]

Jesus, don't ever say that again.

[ Her skin's crawling with the feeling that that could actually happen, or— that it already has? Stupid intrusive thoughts. ]

You're not? Gasp. We've gotta change your dating profile now. [ A beat. ] She was all worried that I was gonna be pissed that she was also hooking up with you. Forgot to bring up this detail.

[deadnerve]

Are you pissed?

[He asks, knowing that change of tone might mean she's worried in a sense which is why he adds on:]

I uh, I think she's cool. In the way where I'm not gonna try to scare her away so you don't gotta worry about me being too stupid.