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]

[ 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. ]