TEST DRIVE MEME #5

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ARRIVAL

You remember a dream.

Or maybe nightmare is more accurate.

It was full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. There's a voice that feels like it's coming from all around you at once. Contrasting with the nightmare unfolding around you, it's smooth as silk. It makes you want to listen with every bit of attention you can muster in the moment.

"Judgement has come upon you, but not to worry. It can still be undone."

The voice promises you redemption for your sins. It promises you a better life and everything you could ever want, if only you just stop struggling so much.

And so you do.


Everyone wakes up in the same room initially. The room is done up in red with a cushy bed, a window, an old TV in the corner on a desk, and a few Hieronymus Bosch paintings lining the wall. There's a bathroom to clean up in and any belongings will be sat around the room to be gathered later. There's a duffel bag provided for your convenience.

After feeling a sensation of falling or dropping onto the bed, characters wake up feeling like they've just slept for a week. Their body will feel heavy and stiff, they'll have a massive headache at first.

They'll quickly notice the list of their sins written with their blood on a bedside table on an old piece of parchment. This will mean the list is tied to them and can't be changed or tampered with. They'll also receive their device to connect with others and the network. It won't be anything terribly fancy. As a matter of fact, it looks like a very old Blackberry type phone.

Once characters are ready to leave the room, they'll head down long, winding halls. They're dimly lit and ominous feeling. They may encounter fellow sinners or demonic staff that will direct the newcomer down to the lobby to get their actual room key to settle in. They may be pushy, they may border on courteous. It really just depends on the mood of the staff at the time and how they're treated in return. Eventually, everyone comes to stairs that lead downward.



Once down to the lobby, you'll notice the front desk manned by a demon who looks bored out of its mind. To the side of him is the door to the kitchen where guests may help themselves. To the right is a small duty free shop that seems to have a surprisingly normal, expected stock of items. Look around a bit further, there will be a tiny bar tucked in through a corner door. It seems pretty well-stocked and best of all, self-serve if you want to get away from your demonic hosts for a bit. Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit.

Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.

STAND YOUR GROUND

Prompt I

With the Mares leaving, the nightmares fade right along with them. Unfortunately, the hotel outside is looking rather worse for wear because of it. It's been pummeled, cracks in the siding and broken windows are everywhere. It looks much more befitting of the hellish landscape surrounding it, true, but Lucifer is already putting the demonic staff on repairs. They'll be enlisting the help of guests, whether they want to or not. Watch out when the whips and other punishments come out to play for those who seem to be slacking too hard.

The staff hardly has patience for it, whether the guests are feeling up to it or not. In truth, neither are the demons. Exhaustion is hanging heavy in the air for everyone.

But life must go on.

On the plus side, at least all the doorknobs and locks seem to be returning.

For current guests, they may now be dealing with a Frenzy come down and finding that they still itch for another fix. It won't be an easy ride. Withdrawals come with extreme fatigue, aches and pains, chills, depression, and an urge to potentially hurt yourself or others as agitation sets in. If asked for tips on dealing with it, the staff will tell the guests to just rest whenever they can, stay hydrated, and eat. The nausea that follows might make that difficult, but the staff seems to have very little time for sympathy at this point in time.

For new guests, they'll find things in quite a bit of disarray. Fortunately the demons are eager to hand out chores. They range from cleaning up broken glass and other items around the hotel, to removing boards from windows, to Hell beasts that need to be moved back from the basement to their enclosure just outside the hotel and helped to settle back in.

Anyone is free to visit any new beast friends they've made whenever they desire after this point. As a distraction, the hotel staff will even be offering riding lessons for larger beasts, both horse and canine-like ones.

Despite the push for normalcy though, there's a wariness in the air. Whether that's because of the recent bout with the Mares or the hushed whispers continuing on about the Veiled Order, it's uncertain. Something just feels off. Not to worry though, it's probably just paranoia creeping in. No one really wants to talk about it either way.

Every evening, once all the hard work is done, the staff seems to find the time to get a roaring fire going in the lobby fireplace and set up a buffet of food and drink for everyone to enjoy. There's every sort of food imaginable, and even some you wish you'd never seen. Spit-roasted dog, anyone? It's a delicacy here. There's also a lot of desserts of varying kinds from chocolates to ice cream to cakes and pies. Beer, coffee, sodas, and anything else people could want to drink is also on offer. There are even some specialty drinks for the vampiric guests around here.

There's entertainment as well. The demons are putting on makeshift plays and doing improv comedy routines, as well as dragging guests into the act if they seem interested. They'll ask them to perform tricks or act out Shakespearean scenes. For what it's worth, it does actually seem like everyone is trying to just have some fun. There's no harm in refusing to act anything out beyond some mostly good-natured booing and ribbing.

The succubi have also been given a room to set up for personal massages (with or without the happy ending). Massages are done in groups though, so you might want to rethink anything too frisky. If asked, the succubi will step aside and allow guests to massage each other instead, if that's more comfortable.

They're offering to help bathe and wash anyone who desires it for extra pampering, but most folks are understandably wary of the succubi and incubi around. No sexual play is actually being forced in these circumstances since, for once, the demons are well fed on sexual energy.

Oddly enough, the staff does seem to just genuinely want to do something refreshing. Although it's still probably clearly more for themselves than anyone else. Better enjoy it while it lasts though!

Prompt II

As another way to spoil (or distract) the guests a bit more, a new location has been brought to life!

Lucifer has insisted upon a movie theatre. It's located a short walk from the hotel. It's impossible to miss as the sign flickers and it's surrounded by a few very broken down, abandoned buildings still.

Outside, it looks like an old classic establishment from a time long since passed, but it has all the modern conveniences inside at least. From plush seats that recline and maybe get a bit too into giving a massage to all the treats you could ask for. So grab yourself some popcorn, a soda, hot dogs, or whatever else you want. There's also alcoholic beverages available for those who really need help getting through a movie.



Currently, the theatre is showing: Bedazzled, Manos: The Hands of Fate, Captain America (1990 version), Troll 2.

But there are request slips to be filled out by sinners if there's another movie they'd like to see when they rotate films around each month.

Located within the theatre is an arcade with zombie-themed shooter games, Pac-Man, motorcycle racing, and claw machines. There are also a few other gaming machines and one that's supposed to test romantic compatibility between couples. See if you're truly meant to be!

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
Warnings: cutting, blood, torture.

Whether you've been here for months or you're freshly arrived, your demonic overlord expects some participation. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. You can bargain your way out of it for a while. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the gym that's been fondly dubbed the torture room. It has all manner of equipment in there, along with an iron maiden even.

But don't worry about any of that right now. It probably won't be used.

You can try the door, but even with super human strength or every lock picking skill in the book, you won't be able to open it.

It soon becomes apparent what you're supposed to do soon enough when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of sins will appear on a table that's been placed in the center of the room with two handy knives. You can choose to guard these or not care at all that they're on display.

"Know that honesty is a good place to start on your road to redemption. Sure, it can be terrifying at first, but that's why you've been given a partner in this journey. Pick up your knives and carve at least one sin into each other's flesh. Help in the journey to be candid with everyone you should meet here!"

The voice echoes all around you again, just like in the nightmare, and once again there's the pull to give in. This voice really does seem like it has your best interests at heart.

"If you need a bit of encouragement, we'll be giving it shortly."

It isn't a lie or idle threat either. The longer you wait to do what's been requested of you, the more shallow cuts that will appear on both of your bodies. Are you really prepared to endure this pain when giving in would be so much easier?

And more than that, are you willing to let another suffer along with you?

Eventually, the cuts will stop if you suffer them long enough, but you'll have failed this challenge and sustained more damage than if you'd just gone along with it. Satan will also be very disappointed in you.

Prompt II

"Offering one another counsel is a trait God rather admires. Compassion, goodwill... all of that. He has requested a demonstration that all of you are complying with your redemption, so I thought of a rather interesting way to show him." Lucifer's voice rings out warm and almost affectionate as he speaks within the guests' heads, the sound ringing within their skulls and beckoning them to trust him.

Even as demons grab at guests and haul them into a room only to lock the door. As usual, the doors can't be opened through any means guests will be able to perform. At least the room is cozy looking, with a plush couch and chairs.

"I must say that I'm proud of all of you. What I ask, I have no doubt that you will accomplish. Please, both of you have a seat and discuss anything from a bad memory, a fear, or even a silly little phobia you may not be proud of. Listen to each other, help one another as I know you can."

That's right. Guests are expected to share a bit about themselves, whether it's a trauma or a past sin they feel guilty for. Maybe it's even something as simple as an irrational fear of spiders... as long as it's sincere, it counts. Guests must absolutely share something if they don't want to be punished. They'll also have to provide sympathy or counsel.

If no one speaks, there's always a catch. The longer one of the participants refuses to speak of anything real, or lies, the more a headache will start to set in. Guests will feel a slight throbbing in the temples that grows steadily worse until it's almost blinding. Gradually, blood will start oozing from eyes, nose, and ears.

All of it will stop the minute guests comply and play along.

It is possible to wait out the punishment if guests are willing to let each other suffer for it, but this will be considered a failed challenge and Lucifer will have to rethink all that pride he said he had.

FOLLOW ME DOWN

Prompt I
Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con, kinks.

Those newly arrived to Hell will hear about a drug called Frenzy. The effects of which include the lack of a need to sleep for as long as one uses it, feeling like the best version of oneself, and feeling better than they possibly ever have. It may even get to the point where pain is minimized or even welcomed as a pleasurable experience.

The downsides of the drug include giving into a frenzy of one's basest instincts, whether it's lust or anger or anything else that they're naturally inclined towards.

This drug will be offered at the club outside the hotel, but the succubi who make it will demand payment up front this time. This can come in the form of keeping the club up and cleaned, serving guests, or performing on stage. It may also include sex with the demons or other patrons, or putting on solo performances for an audience. The succubi won't particularly care how willing guests are when they come to demand their payment and may force it.

Some will tell you that it's absolutely worth the price though, especially down in Hell where there's so much pain already. What's wrong with a little bit of escape, really? Others will tell you to stay far away from it all.

Of course the demons fail to mention it has the potential to be addictive, but users will probably figure that out on their own once they've come down. It isn't their fault if no one did their research!

Beyond Frenzy, the club also offers a variety of drinks and aphrodisiac-laced foods. There are poles for dancing, plush couches throughout as well as more private tables. There are stages where sex machines are set up, as well as other areas to tie up volunteers or to set up any other type of play imaginable. There are private rooms that can be rented out for the night for those who really want to explore their desires.

Attractive succubi and incubi roam the club as staff or active participants. Some will become more forceful if they're hungry, others will gladly offer any sort of temptations they can.

Careful if you ever see through a their pretty illusion and see the old, angry crones they really are though. It's a bit hard to forget that.

Regular demons also frequent the club, ranging in looks from tiny, mischief-making goblins to goat-like beasts to more humanoid types. There may even be tentacled-beasts who may not be the best at conversation, but will be eager to participate any play they're invited to.

There's a dance floor and loud music pumping through the club in a dedicated space for those who'd rather just dance the night away safely detached from the sexual side of things. All manner of drugs will be offered for those who ask staff, not just Frenzy.

Prompt II
Warnings: Potential violence and abuse.
There are hooded figures making their way through the hotel, but it's oddly hard to focus on them. The more guests try, the more their attention wants to drift to anything else.

For those magically inclined, they may notice the hint of a spell or black magic, but it's just as easily forgotten as everything else.

Guests won't even notice when the figure brushes against them, a skeletal hand adorned with gold brushing over any exposed skin they can reach with a whisper light touch.

It's an encounter that's so easily written off as guests continue on with their day, it really isn't worth mentioning at all later.

But ever since it happened, it feels like there's a poison that's entered the guest's system, twisting around their insides until they feel almost hollowed out. It's a whisper in the ear, inspiring envious feelings towards their fellow guests and the local demons that may never have been there before.

Why do they have it so easy? Why do they have fewer sins and why do more people love them than they do you? Why are you so unimportant to them? Why does everything come so easily to them when you have to work so hard for it?

Envy doesn't have to make any rational sense at all. It can happen at the most inopportune times and leave one feeling like they're burning up from the inside at the injustice of it all.

Even if it's someone a guest generally likes or gets along with, they'll feel this nasty little sensation creeping in.

Rage replaces the envy eventually. The anger starts to become overwhelming. After all, you're the one who is truly worthy of all the attention, all the adoration, all the things they've got. Other people are merely foolish for not realizing it.

Or perhaps it's not even envy at what the other guy has. Perhaps it's because the guest craves all the attention and all the affection of this other person. The guest may never have sought love or possession before, but suddenly it's all they seem to crave from this one person. They'll do anything to have it or to become as close to one person as possible.

Doesn't it eventually just make you want to hurt them for it all? Whether verbally or physically, guests will be drawn to action, or even force if they must. They will desire to either claim what they want or make the other admit to never having deserved it.

Alternatively, guests may also be reduced to begging to be noticed by the object of their envy, desperate enough to do anything to get what they feel is rightfully theirs.

This influence will be hard to fight off, but stronger guests will be able to fend off the envious effects of the mysterious demons. Others won't be so lucky.

MISC.
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[spongetastrophe]

[Peter has the opposite problem: once letting everyone in, quick and free with love. Now he's more guarded and cautious. Even now a part of him wants to pull back. But Prompto's touch is good, and he wants more of it.

He groans, his cock responding to the touch. With Prompto lifted up, Peter gets both hands on his ass]

[burstmodes]

[ he's always vocal about how much he's into this, and now isn't an exception, though it's a bit more muffled because his mouth is preoccupied with kissing at the dip of skin just above the collar of his shirt before sliding even further down along peter's body. that means no hands on his ass, but he doesn't mind so much, knees finally hitting the floor so he's between peter's thighs.

his fingers stroke over his cock, almost too eager to do what he's wanted to for the last several minutes, but he slows down, taking his time as he glances up at peter as if checking to make sure he's fine with this. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[At first, he isn’t not happy with Prompto moving away from him. But the protesting noise dies in his throat once he sees the other between his legs. His breath catches and he wets his lips. Peter had this sort of attention not long ago, but it couldn’t have been more different.

His thumb brushed Prompto’s bottom lip before his hand moves up to weave through that blonde hair. Peter shifts his legs a little farther apart]

I want you to. [Just in case Prompto needs the verbal clarification]

[burstmodes]

[ he chases after the touch with a kiss to that thumb, moving when peter moves to accommodate so they're both comfortable. a breath through his nose, and all he does is nod once, using both hands to free him from his pants. there's a dark blush working its way down prompto's neck, but it doesn't matter, lifting up and leaning forward to give the tip of his cock a testing kiss. then a lick, eyes darting up to meet peter's gaze just seconds before he pushes his mouth down around him to take as much of him in as he can.

it's not like he's an expert at this, but he's done it enough to fall into a good rhythm, relaxing his body and pressing against peter as he slowly sucks him off. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[The blush is very charming. Peter caresses the flushed skin, his eyes fixed on Prompto as the other leans forward. He sucks in a breath, muscles tensing with the effort of keeping still. His fingers trail up the back of Prompto's neck and go back into his hair. Peter's gaze is intense when it's met with Prompto's.

Really, he doesn't care if Prompto is an expert. Feeling that hot mouth around him has him groaning deep in his throat, and watching Prompto take him in is adding to the arousal. Then there's the fact of them doing this in a public place. No matter that there isn't any actual public around; the feeling of exposure is still there.

Peter closes his eyes, shivering as he thinks of how someone could spot them at any moment. His cock grows harder at the thought. Between that and Prompto's mouth, he will have no problem getting fully stiff]

[burstmodes]

[ he enjoys the little touches, tries to lean into them as much as he can while swallowing down around peter's cock, and though it's not enough, prompto's determined not to stop until he makes him come. it's a bit uncomfortable when he's hard too, the pressure of his skinny jeans doing him no favors, but he ignores it for now, pulling off with an obscene pop before taking his tongue to the tip. he's trying to hurry, mostly because they are in a public space, but the thought of a messy blowjob in a theater is also sort of enticing to him.

his fingers stroke over him as he looks up, breathing already a bit heavy. ]

Tell me what you like. [ does he want it harder? faster? there's never any point using his teeth, but he knows some people are into some interesting kinks. knowing nothing about his partner doesn't make this easy, but prompto doesn't let it distract him from it, using one hand to hold him as he licks down the length of him. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[He notes how Prompto responds and caresses down the other man's neck again, brushing through his hair. There isn't much he can do with their positions, but he's trying. By the swell of his cock, Prompto should be able to tell how much Peter is enjoying this]

Keep doing exactly what you're doing, Prompto. Your mouth feels so damn good. [He hesitates, touching Prompto's cheek] You okay if I fuck your mouth?

[burstmodes]

[ this is so reckless and thrilling all at once, humming a little and trying not to shiver when peter says his name. with that touch to his cheek, prompto immediately turns towards it to nuzzle at him, lips pressing to the skin. ]

Yeah. Just lemme —

[ he has to move again, lifting himself up higher onto his knees and bracing his hands on the armrests so he isn't bearing down on peter's thighs. then, he does his best to relax his throat, lips parting as he takes his cock into his mouth again. eyes closed, breathing sharply through his nose, he waits for peter to take control, silently hoping he'll grip the back of his head and push him down. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[He is really starting to like the way Prompto responds to his touch. Peter waits for Prompto to get situated, his fingers lightly combing through the other man's hair. He gasps as those lips close in around his cock again.

He slides his fingers up to grip onto Prompto's hair as Peter lifts his hips up a little, pushing Prompto gently down on him. Peter didn't listen to the other's thoughts to know that was what Prompto wanted, but it's a happy coincidence]

Prompto... shit. Just... squeeze my thigh or something if you need me to back off.

[And that's all he'll say before he rocks up against Prompto again, keeping a firm grip on the back of his head]

[burstmodes]

[ he can't really do much to acknowledge him, not with the push against his head and the deep slide of peter's dick into his mouth and part of his throat. prompto forces himself to relax, not wanting to choke and embarrass himself out of the theater. so, instead, he gives a soft slide of his fingertips against peter's wrist in an effort to agree to what he's saying, and then, he squeezes his eyes shut to focus on the way this feels, the way he tastes. he sucks just a little harder the faster peter moves his hips —

and there's something intoxicating about peter holding him there, just on the verge of gagging and lips slick with too much saliva. prompto tries to moan, the sound muffled because of his cock, and he reaches down to press the heel of his palm against his own crotch to ease the pressure of his arousal. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[He tries not to go too fast, even if those lips do make it difficult. Peter's fingers curl a little tighter in Prompto's hair, just enough to keep him more firmly in place. He trembles as Prompto sucks harder, moaning his approval.

Peter drops his eyes to check on how Prompto is doing and watch the other take in his length. He catches Prompto's hand going between his legs and he huffs out a breath, his fingers brushing through the man's hair soothingly]

Yeah. I'll take care of that next.

[He returns to pushing himself up through Prompto's lips and into his throat. He moves just a little faster, but keeps his hold on Prompto's head loose in case the other needs to pull back]

[burstmodes]

[ peter says something, but he isn't actually sure what, too focused on everything else to listen. it's all so warm and wet and quick, moaning and gasping with the pull of his hair and the sharper press of peter's hips, and suddenly, he knows he needs to pull off before he chokes, fingers squeezing into peter's wrist and then falling down to his thigh to push up. prompto almost gags as his cock slides free, but he manages to keep it together somehow, mouth still open and tongue pressed right to the tip as he jerks him off. fast, faster. ]

Please –

[ his voice is raw, shivering from how turned on he is and practically begging him to come. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[He lets Prompto pull back, swallowing down a growl of protest. As much as he wants to keep thrusting into that hot, wet mouth, he doesn't want this to be unpleasant for his partner. Besides, Prompto flushed and begging is a pretty arousing sight. Enough for him to taste precum]

You want me to come in your mouth?

[burstmodes]

[ for just a few second, prompto lavishes attention on the head of his cock as his fingers stroke the rest of him, and when he looks up at that question, eyes wide and face darkly flushed, he suddenly wants a lot of other things than just this. but there's no time for that now, especially since they're still in the theater and his knees are starting to hate this uncomfortable floor. ]

Yeah. [ he's panting, wishing peter would lean down to kiss him, but maybe he can do that when he crawls into his lap again and jerks himself off. ] Please... [ or he could tell him what else he might want, and he'd do it. at this point, it didn't even matter. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[Peter closes his eyes, picturing his suite and trying to bend the space between. But he could not seem to move them. Nevermind; he'll get them there eventually.

His gaze flicks down again to Prompto, his fingers brushing across his freckles, down his cheek and back to his hair. He would love to kiss this man, and get his hands on bare skin. Later, he promised himself.

He gave Prompto's hair a little tug, rolling his hips up. He's close enough that a stroke of Prompto's tongue will do it, making him spill with a cry]

[burstmodes]

[ when he comes, he's ready for it, sliding his mouth around him to swallow, and this, too, is so familiar to him that he doesn't question it. there's a little that runs down his chin, but it's not the worst thing that could happen, drawing away when he's satisfied and rubbing at the excess, tongue licking at the corners. climbing back up into peter's lap is even harder than getting onto the floor though, arousal still sharp and his body aching with want. he presses his face against the curve of peter's neck, kissing and tasting sweat as he rubs himself against him. ]

You're so hot. [ it's a soft murmur, fingers sliding between them in an attempt to unzip his skinny jeans and ease some of the pressure between his legs. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[He shudders, brushing Prompto's hair as the other cleans him off. It's with a moan of pleasure that he welcomes Prompto back in his lap. He cranes his neck for more kisses]

You... are gorgeous. I want to take you to my room so I can get my mouth and hands all over you.

[He moves to help with the zipper, lifting Prompto up and pulling his dick out, stroking it and thumbing the tip. He tilts up Prompto's face for a kiss]

[burstmodes]

Ah —

[ he's loud now, groaning with the touch to his cock, and prompto knows it's not going to take long for him to come. he'd gotten so worked up over sucking peter off that even just this little amount of attention is doing it for him. and he kisses him back with fervor, teeth pulling at his lower lip and sucking it to ease the bite. this is going to be embarrassingly quick. he just knows it. ]

A–anything, [ he breathes against his mouth, hips jerking into the rhythm. ] Anything you want. Please, I'm – [ a few more strokes, and he's already there just like he thought he'd be, the roll of his body stuttering as his arms squeeze around peter as he comes. maybe in a different situation he'd be embarrassed, but he's too pleased to care, nuzzling into him the second he catches his breath. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[Peter doesn't really care that it was quick. He's enjoying the feel of Prompto against him, the shift of his body, the taste of his mouth, those noises he makes. He groans feeling Prompto come against him, moving his hand until the other is spent.

The terrible movie was good for something, after all. He squeezes Prompto gently, nuzzling him back]

That was pretty amazing.

[burstmodes]

[ he's a little sensitive still, focusing on his own breathing so that he's not panting so hard, and when actual thought finally returns, so does the embarrassment. prompto rests his forehead on peter's shoulder, pressing close and enjoying the warm feeling of having the other man hold him. he wants to kiss him, but it's probably not a good idea considering. ]

Mhm... [ quiet agreement, and he closes his eyes. ] I know, uh, that wasn't why we came in here, but – [ words are still hard to parse. ] You're kinda awesome.

[spongetastrophe]

[He smiles a bit, rubbing Prompto's back. They're both a mess, but he doesn't care. After a bit of a rest, he tilts up Prompto's face and kisses him softly]

So are you.

[He nudges their noses together. He fully intends to take Prompto to his room, but he'll let them both rest a bit first]

[burstmodes]

[ he hopes it's not too weird kissing him after he'd just sucked him off, leaning into the pressure of his mouth and then tipping his head enough to bump their noses together. ]

Nah. [ prompto laughs under his breath. ] Maybe a little. I dunno.

[ a half-hearted shrug, and after another moment, he finally moves so he can fix his pants and try to help peter do the same. and once that's taken care of, he's perfectly content to drape himself over him, cheek resting against his chest to listen to the beat of his heart and let his thoughts wander. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[It might be weird, but Peter likes how those lips feel against his. He grunts, shifting to fix his pants, then puts his arms back around Prompto. He likes this, too: the weight of the man, the steady rise and fall of breaths. The movie is over by now, but Peter isn't ready to move just yet]

So you're from Insomnia. Tell me something else about you.

[burstmodes]

[ in retrospect, it's not a hard question to answer, but it could get complicated depending on what he feels like telling him. there's a lot he's come to terms with the almost year he'd been in duplicity, plenty of time to self-reflect, and yet... it still doesn't help him decide what to tell peter when he asks something like that. maybe he should just stick with something simple. ]

Well. [ and he drags out the word, trying to think. ] I'm super into photography. Not sure how good it'll be in a place like this, but I'll take any excuse to snap pics of whatever. And – [ he leans back, forefinger and thumb up to mimic a gun. ] I'm a damn good shot. Never met a weapon I couldn't fire that I didn't like. [ he grins at peter, gently poking his cheek with his fingertip. ] You ever use a rocket launcher?

[spongetastrophe]

[The photography explains that selfie. Peter, at least, is interested in seeing more pictures. He shakes his head at the question]

Only in video games. Don't need to when I have all these powers.