boom boom room (w3) | murr & yomi

[masterplan]

Welcome to the Boom Boom Room!

Once you get in here, you are free to do whatever you please behind the (thankfully) lockable door. As long as that 'whatever' is something spicy. There's a camera somewhere in here, but like, you probably suspected that already.

Have fun!

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[cislunar]

Would it hurt if I touch your eyeball?

[ heeeeeeeEEE's like this. ]

[starspot]

[ they've heard laughter before in response to them, but it's not quite this kind of laughter. there's notes of it yes, but not all of it. how wonderful, how curious, how—

they can't smile like this but there's a glimmer in their voice, in the undulations of the tendrils seeping from them. one of those reaches out to poke murr in the cheek, and it draws the thinnest line of blood. (the tendrils, their hands, feel different from their core given their wispy quality, they actually feel similar to hair with razor edges.) ]

I'd make a really poor invader if a dog with a stick posed a hazard to me. [ one of his many (among thousands), tendrils waves with a very proper "go ahead" gesture. oh, and they feel absolutely no shame at how terrible that pun was either. ]

Even if it did, it would just cost me a hand. I have a lot of those. Did you want one?

[cislunar]

[ murr follows the movement of yomi's tendrils carefully - a cat looking to pounce - until the sharp sting on his cheek draws him out of it. it's not quite a flinch, but murr's eyes do narrow; it's a playful gesture than anything else in response to learning what those feel like.

he could heal the wound... he doesn't, of course, too distracted by the sound of the laughable notion of being compared to a dog with a stick, however indirectly, and the offer that follows the one accepted.

did he want one?

let him get into that, as he shifts and stretches to... touch an eyeball. them. gently? (this is a sentence i am, indeed, typing.) ]

To have you around, no matter where I go? That's pretty romantic!

[ in another context. if it wasn't a hand. if it wasn't yomurr. ]

Hmm. Does it do anything special? Accepting body parts can have funky consequences sometimes, so I gotta make sure.

[ just wizards things. limbs are powerful things! not that he doesn't trust yomi, which is why he'll always take most explanations at face value. even if he does make sure to ask for them. ]

[starspot]

I think that's supposed to be restricted to things like bouquets and jewelry.

[ they know romance in the usual shape at least, they're actually not bad at faking it. which they would have done if the point was to just match up with a partner, but we avoided that timeline. we're here instead.

they don't linger on the thought, because while they don't quite laugh, the reverberations beneath murr, all around him, certainly seem like it. (their core, their eye is the hottest part of them, heat racing up murr's fingertips) ]

Ah, you're onto my secret. The truth is I don't know how it would react with you. I'm certain it wouldn't kill you, though.

[cislunar]

[ hhhahaha. wizards have some fucked up standards, especially western ones, but murr'll leave the depths of that for yomi to discover. though, mmm, they're probably well aware of that already - that's why they're here, that's why murr's here, and that's why...

he doesn't shy away regardless of the uncertain nature of the offer. even if yomi wasn't sure if it would kill him, he'd probably still consider it, think about it, oh so lightly, with this fragment of stardust shaking around him.

can he pet the eyeball? he's petting the eyeball, for as long as he can handle that heat. even considers nesting up close to it, like a cat curled up on something warm. we're here now. ]

I wouldn't mind that, too. My family used to be jewelers, and I really like shiny things—

[ his hand, still running along them- ]

—But I'd still pick a surprise first, 'cause nothing shines more than "I don't know". [ ... ] Let's figure it out! That's part of everything.

[ but magic's on stand by if this gets fucked up, the ring on his finger still glowing dimly. ]

[starspot]

[ one of the many things murr will learn; they like pets almost as much as they like giving them. though it's more about the nature of the touch when you get down to it. ]

Hmmm... [ thoughtful, or maybe they're just continuing to enjoy the sensation. ]

Then let's see. Try not to fight it. [ not that they mind if he does, but it's usually more messy that way.

one of the many shadows (not the ones being touched, because yes they are greedy) winds it's way around murr, crawling up his leg, his abdomen, his torso, and then winding around his neck. for a second, it almost looks like some type of choker, dipped in onyx.

it pulls taut, enough to cause a brief shortness of breath, and then snaps. like spilled ink, it trickles down all over murr's skin, trying to suffuse into his body, and maybe deeper. ]