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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]

[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.

[longlegs]

[ There's a pause. Then Mila lifts her hips and nudges Kieran to give her enough room to turn around and lie down on her back — welcome to getting lotion all over, Mila's bedsheets — because she figures it's better to make sure he can see her face when she answers. She grabs one of his hands too, fingers slipping between his, intertwined. ]

I'm not pissed. Okay? I don't care, I'm a slut and this place has a limited supply of hot people. But mostly I don't care.

[ And a little more earnest, ]

I want you to be happy. It'd just be nicer if you were happy not getting your ass kicked, even if it is by a hot girl. But I'm glad you found someone.

[ She really does think it's cute. ]

... Do you want me to tell her I changed my mind, though?

[deadnerve]

About what, seein' her?

[He's moved with Mila, so he's still straddling her hips but now she's facing him and their hands are linked. He furrows his brows for a moment, then shakes his head.]

I'm cool with you guys hookin' up and whatever. If I say that's hot too, is it weird?

[longlegs]

[ She should be making a noise, following it up with an eww and an emphatic reprimand. Instead she laughs, mouth covered with her free hand as she lolls her head to the side. Then Mila looks back up. ]

Maybe just keep that thought between us.

[ What's another secret, right. She gives his lotion-y hand a squeeze. ]

It's even warmer now, jeez.

[deadnerve]

[He looks down at her hand in his, and then the little bit of awkwardness that wasn't there before (that should come from realizing your straddling-straddling your sister) makes itself known, and he doesn't move away but he has to battle a couple different thoughts about being hyper aware of it now. Is it bad? Is it good?]

An' I didn't even suggest a threesome, either.

[Ren'd probably like that. Is it not weird if- well, if it's for her benefit?]

[longlegs]

I think that might actually break her brain. Then again, everyone's got that kink, don't they?

[ Scoring one date and their sibling, or some other family-shaped combination. Must have something to do with being desirable enough that two people would skip over every taboo just to share the third and main character.

Taboo does linger and float above like another accusation, hands still linked while her half-naked body is still between his thighs. Mila's smile softens. ]

... You're not telling anyone, right? What we did.

[ After the marathon. ]

[deadnerve]

What'd we do?

[Said in a softer tone too, as that buzzing little feeling of reality sits between them. He can feel her fingers in his, thumb stroking the webbing of her hand; slick with lotion, the heavy scent still wafting up. His eyes are on hers, the bridge of her nose. The cupid's bow above her lips, the swell of them and the dip of her collarbones. Before he knows better, he's looking down at her chest before glancing back up.

It's not like they were born siblings. Adopted ones are so much a trope of attraction that not only do they have their own Pornhub category, they've been in fiction for ages. So he doesn't feel bad, per se, when he feels a little thunk in his gut, low down. Not enough to pop a chub but enough to remind him he could.]