flamingprick | Nope's Peak r2

[Continuing from this thread]

Okay. How much do you know about guys' bodies in the first place?

[He is actually talking about this let him die now

Well no not really, because he sees that worried look on her face and he doesn't want to upset her. It's just awkward to talk about, she didn't do anything wrong. He's got to correct that at least so she doesn't walk away from this all freaked out.]

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From:

fightingoverdose

[Close fights...good, yes, good. She shifts, scratching her nose]

Well... How's the little guy doin'?

From:

flamingprick

[...is there any discreet way to check your dick in front of someone?

He shifts a little in place.]

He, uh. Might need some encouragement.

[Because yeah that talk was a boner killer, though talking about the fight stirred a bit of interest.]

From:

fightingoverdose

Same. I guess we could go for another round, or just put a pin in it for later, go get a snack or somethin'.

From:

flamingprick

I didn't know snacks helped with boners.

[But hey, if he can joke about it, then things will be okay.]

From:

fightingoverdose

Snacks help with everything. That's proven science.

From:

flamingprick

Then let's go find some snacks.

[And maybe go somewhere more private if they decide to continue this later.]

Probably some healthy crap, right? So we don't feel bloated.

From:

fightingoverdose

[...being caught balls out in the ballpit might be bad, yeah]

Good thinkin'. Though, most of the stuff here's rabbit food anyway. Don't have to worry about gettin too bogged down to move. Stay ready for anythin', right?

From:

flamingprick

Right!

[Nobody would ever be able to play in there again. It would be tainted.

And competitions got him worked up last time, so.]

...

Race you there!

[And he's already booking it for the kitchen.]

From:

fightingoverdose

H-hey!

[She races off after him, arms and legs pumping hard to catch up]

From:

flamingprick

[He's not running so much as he is leaping ahead, not unlike how a cat might jump around corners and such. And since it's not far to get to the kitchen, Rin will dive right in to try to get there before Sara does.]

From:

fightingoverdose

[While she can book it on the straightaways, she loses time on the corners, skidding into the wall more often than not. She goes into a dead sprint through the entrance, but he still wins it by a nose (as well as all the arms or whatever in front of that nose). A breathless curse as she bends over, hands on her knees to catch her breath.]

From:

flamingprick

[Rin has stopped to catch his breath, but he still can shoot Sara a cheeky grin.]

Looks like I win this time.

[Everything's going to be a competition now clearly.]

From:

fightingoverdose

[grins back, toothy]

This time. Don't get too comfy on the throne yet, short stuff. I'll be comin' for you soon enough.

From:

flamingprick

[Snerk. 'coming for him'.]

You can say that when you have the crown back.

[Meanwhile he's going for whatever's on the counter. Probably some apples and bananas or whatever. He gestures to them, silently asking Sara what she wants.]

From:

fightingoverdose

Oh, it'll happen, don't you worry.

[she'll grab some drinks, water or juice or whatever]

Apple's good. Keeps the doctor away, right?

From:

flamingprick

[He tosses an apple over in Sara's direction, then! Then he'll peel an orange for himself.

And he pauses halfway thought peeling it, and suddenly he's biting his lip because he thought of something great.]

Oi, know how you're like an orange?