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[ It looks like a costume shop's opened up in the DR, by the look of this new hallway and the room it leads to. Wigs, rubber fangs, acrylic fangs, claws and animal ears, tails, paws, and full-body suits. Horns, wings, and halos. There are uniforms and spooky cloaks, fake body parts, packages of makeup, and masks. So very many masks. Ranging from cartoonishly deformed, to unsettlingly realistic.

But perhaps most unsettling is the entire far wall, dedicated to costumes and masks and wigs designed to resemble the Dressing Room residents. This could lead to some very unfortunate outcomes. Did we mention that each item becomes real when tried on? Have fun removing those fangs. ]

[ ooc: Open post / threadhop event post. Have fun. o/ The costume pieces come off when covered by another costume, when destroyed, or when the character leaves the hall. Unless you want to keep them. ]

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[god, what a bitch. more people they know need to show up here so she has someone else to harass. he sighs heavily after a few more moments, and pushes himself upright to sit across her thighs. the couch is getting scrutinized, around their bodies.]

I think I'll drag this back to my hive and replace the old one with it. It's easier than trying to get you over there to freshen up the blood stains.

[She'll harass his moirail, what then? No, but she makes a face at him, and then starts squirming to get him off of her completely.]

You're disgusting.

Would you rather I put it on the roof? How scandalous, what would the neighbors think? What would Kai think?

[his moirail could not only beat her up but also HER moirails, and still have enough oomph left to fuck him until he couldn't move. /what

he grins, but it's a scowly grin, if that makes sense, and bounces his weight on her legs just to be an ass.]

Kai would think the same thing he always thinks about you.

[And she smiles so sweetly. His moirail wouldn't even beat up her moirails, come off it. Kai would kick his ass. She's going to punch him in the gut if he doesn't move soon.]

[it's true. his moirail is a total dweeb, and everyone knows it. but he's sliding off of her now, backwards, to sprawl at the other end of the couch. once he's all stretched out, his feet are probably jammed up under her arms, because it's required by law that kismisises be assholes to each other. or something.]

Which is one of several reasons why it's you and me here instead of me and him.

[They're both dweebs in Riku's opinion. This guy here just happens to be an asshole on top of it. She squirms some more so she can sit up and then lay on his feet, because hell if she cares.]

Lucky me.

Yep. I'm the best thing you're ever going to find for this quadrant.

[and what if he wiggles his feet enough to be able to jab his toes into her armpit?]

Then I hope you never give me a reason to break up with you.

[She's going to mash her sharp elbow into a tender point of his ankle.]

[that makes him growl under his breath, and he stretches one arm slightly so he can dig his claws in at the back of her knee, not super hard, but enough to hurt.]

I'd say this was all a perfect example of how you never will.

[She jumps and yelps and bares her teeth at him, because that's a dick move even for him and if he tries to tickle her she's going to kick his face in.]

You might just be right.

[no, he's stopping now, because tickling is for wigglers, and he is most decidedly not a wiggler. also there's genetic material slowly cooling under his ass and making him stick to the couch. he's eyeing the shredded remnants of their clothing thoughtfully, not really because he wishes they hadn't shredded it, but because he doesn't particularly want to be known as that guy who parades around with no clothing. (nevermind that other dressing room residents would have far more to remember him by than that.)]

Wouldn't have said it if I didn't think I was.

[He whines like a wiggler. Riku sits up and draws her knees up to her chest, to get her feet out of his range easily and also because she's also conscious of the fact that she's naked. Maybe she'll rip apart one of the couch cushions and make a makeshift toga of sorts.]

You say plenty of other things when you know you're wrong.

That's different. That's usually just to piss you off, and it usually works.

[he can play her like a stringed musical device, is what he's saying. but yeah, he might do that too, just gut a cushion and open it at both ends and wear it like a skirt.]

Because you have to work for it. Unlike with someone like you.

[Speaking of playing easily. She reaches up to wipe some mostly-dried blood off of her chest, and gently touch the wounds left over from their fun.]

Not my fault you're so rage-inducing. Guess you just have one of those faces.

[yeah well. your mom. seeing her do that, he reflexively reaches up to touch his wounded ear, which just dislodges whatever closing up it had done and makes it start sluggishly bleeding again.]

Better than yours.

[It's such bullshit when she insults his looks, it really is. She stretches, tired of fiddling with her wounds when the ones that are going to close on their own already have, and flicks some blue gunk at his face. Maybe it's blood. It's probably not.]

I'm going to take a bath.

[it seriously is, but it is when he insults her looks too. they are both perfectly adequate examples of attractive troll specimens. whatever the blue gunk is, and especially if it's not blood, he's wiping it off with his fingers and then licking it off, very pointedly.]

Good for you. I think I'm going to lay on this thing a while longer and decide if I want to haul it back to my hive or not.

Go ahead. I'll busy myself deciding if I want to burn down your entire hive or not.

[She really might if he takes the stupid thing home.]

That wouldn't be a very nice thing to do. But you have done far more over far less, so I suppose it's to be expected.

[maybe he'll do it later when she's not around, and stash it somewhere she's not likely to see it for a few months, and then drag it out into regular use. surely he will have done something different to annoy her by then.]

I don't know why you expect anything with me anymore.

[God. She would be infuriated. Or as much as she could muster after a couple months of thinking he wasn't completely disgusting.]

Try to clean yourself up at some point.

I will after some human wanders by. I want to traumatize someone now, to fulfill my daily quota of things that please me.

[exactly. :D he'll help distract her over the months with more incredible sex on other pieces of furniture that WON'T get taken back to his hive.]

Make sure you give a good view.

[Poor humans. She feels sympathy for them, honest she does. She stretches again, makes a face at him, and starts to head off. Who gives a fuck about nudity?]

I already am, I'm sure you can agree.

[he's sprawled all over the messy couch, one leg bent at the knee, foot on the floor. everything's hanging out. \o/ bai2u hot kismesis. <3< ]

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