Event Misfire, Private Convo Made Public (CW: Innuendo, Lewdness)

[hearthebell]

[L and Light did have a conversation earlier about their plans for aiding Never Mind.

Unfortunately, their omnis are both behaving very, very badly, warping and posting this conversation to the network once it no longer resembles itself. L is blue, Light is red, and both are posting under their regular usernames.]


Do you want me to bring the handcuffs? ;)

It’s probably for the best. I don’t plan on going easy on you tonight.

Follow the trail of clothes and then the trail of candy. If you’re lucky I’ll be at the end of it.

I never depend on luck to solve my cases. If you’re not waiting for me, I’ll have to bait you with something you can’t resist.

You are a master baiter. I’ve got hard evidence. Extremely hard.

You’ve never liked things to be too simple, but if you make it too hard, I’m going to ask you to give me a hand.

Sounds like a job. Make me work, Light.

I’ll be sure to reward you well after.

Only what I deserve. You can’t be too permissive or I’ll walk all over you. I know where your soft spots are.

You’re mistaken in assuming they’ll be any parts of me that are soft after. I promised a reward for a job well done, not permission to slack off.

Slacks off? Sounds good. Just as long as it’s also jackets off, ties off, shoes off, socks off. I want to see if you’ve been playing tennis, or just sitting in the dark without moving much. I’ve dated an Olympian, so my standards are higher now.

I have another use for the tie, so I’ll keep it close by. As for ability, you shouldn’t worry. My endurance isn’t the only thing that’s improved.

My last boyfriend taught me a lot about balls and how to handle them. You won’t be disappointed, either.

Before the night is over, you’ll barely be able to remember your name, but I’ll be sure there are new lessons involved.

Help me remember my name by saying it, then. You know the one. Say it like it’s dirty.

I’ll have no choice. By the time we’re through, nothing about you will be clean.

But one part of you will be unusually clean.

I’m almost there. If you haven’t started undressing, I’ll have to do it for you.

Let me change into the clothes you can rip. I know how hot that gets you.

Don’t underestimate me. No matter what you’re wearing, I’ll manage to get them off.

Well try to get through my chastity belt, then. Guess where the key is? I bet you can’t.

The longer you force me to look, the longer it will take to get to the fun part.

I’m outside. When you hear the door, it’ll be me.

Ding-dong, it’s unlocked. Come on in, in every sense of the word.

Comments

[overlies]

My, that's quite some time. But I imagine time flies when you're so occupied you're still a greenhorn in the scheme of things.

I like that about Trench.

[hearthebell]

It sounds like you're afraid of being bored.

[overlies]

I wouldn’t go as far as to say afraid, but I would be disappointed.

[hearthebell]

Some people certainly feel more strongly about that negative outcome than others.

[overlies]

People fear what they don't understand.

[hearthebell]

I don't think that's true. Most fears can be stripped down to bare essentials that might not be rational in certain contexts, but are perfectly understandable.

Most people who are afraid of flying, for instance, aren't actually afraid of flying. They're not even afraid of falling. They're afraid of pain and death, suffering and finality.

[overlies]

That’s one valid way to see it.

But, lets say you understood death. How it works, the pre, trans and post process. You have death down to particles. Perhaps even a science. You could bend death if you knew it well.

Would one still fear it if they understood it to that extent?

[hearthebell]

Whether or not it's valid, I care that it's true, I suppose.

I think of death as something that even the strongest person cannot fight. It is inevitable and insurmountable. It's what begs for peace, more than anything.

[overlies]

Have you met death?

[ or, more importantly— her sister. ]

[hearthebell]

It depends, wholly, on what you mean by "met".

[He has died; no conversation was involved, sadly.]

[overlies]

You’ve died.

[hearthebell]

I have, and I know what it's like. In more than one way, in fact.

[overlies]

Trench allows for free passes, I've heard.

It gets easier.

[hearthebell]

After just how many passes is that supposed to happen?

[overlies]

Hmm.

The first few hundred?

[hearthebell]

I suppose human sanity isn't meant to sustain that.

[overlies]

Perhaps that’s for the best.