NOCT OVERFLOW

[swordhardy]

OVERFLOW & EVENTS

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[frozenbird]

It's more paint than you have, so I'll understand if you only want to do half.

[ She doesn't sound like she'll object if he decides to deal with the whole length of it. Probably. She can honesty be a little hard to read. ]

Should we just do this right here, or find a dark corner somewhere first?

[swordhardy]

[ Wow, so bold ... and though he's shameless in most ways, Rokurou doesn't particularly relish the glances that naturally occur whenever someone passes through. So, the swordsman nods his chin toward the door, ]

How about we head to the surface? The beach should be pretty clear right now, and it might be easier there. Unless you want to stick around here?

[ He turns his attention back to her, but indeed—she isn't as easy to read as many of the other club-goers (though, to be fair, alcohol tends to loosen up even the most strict of personalities). ]

[frozenbird]

[ Ibis does make a slight face at that. ]

Only if you don't mind me using you as a crutch. My cane is functionally useless on sand, so I have to limp everywhere on the beach.

[swordhardy]

I don't mind, I make a great crutch. [ he'll shrug a little with that, ] But I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable.

[ Club it is, in that case. Glancing to the left, the right, and then the left again, Rokurou nods with his chin toward a hallway. Not desolate by any means, but also not right by the front door. ]

How about over there?

[frozenbird]

Sure.

[ One Over There later...

Ibis shrugs off her shirt, leaving it on the floor for the moment. Logistics... does it make more sense to do this standing up? Sitting? Lying down? ]

I'll go first, I guess. How do we want to do this?

[swordhardy]

[ Learn from them, kids: nothing at a club is ever convenient. ]

Standing should be fine if you're going first. [ he gestures, since he's quite a bit taller than her, so his leaning back against the wall seems fine. ] I guess I'll sit when it's your turn.

[ Already shirtless and not expecting her to lick any more than what's been sprawled across his chest and stomach, he nods, ]

... I'll try to stay still, but I'm pretty sensitive. Sorry if I move a bit.