behemoth, meet the opposition

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Sadde doesn't seem quite able to focus on homework at the moment. He's fidgeting, and sometimes stares off into space for long periods of time before James has to snap him out of it.

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Oh yes.

[thinkering]

Nibble, nibble.

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He makes various appreciative noises. He's somewhat louder than her. And he seems to have a slight preference for nails, especially along his back.

[thinkering]

She has nails. They're pretty long, even, if not up to snappable liability length. Scratch scratch.

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Nnnnhhhhgggg yeeeeeeesssssssss.

"...there is one other implied preference which is even better than nails."

[thinkering]

"Hm?"

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"Weeeeellll... you know the thing where I like it when you have very strong preferences about my behavior?"

[thinkering]

"Yeah?"

[mrglam]

"I still. Um. Like that. Very much."

[thinkering]

"Does it have to be verbal, or anything goes?"

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"I also very much enjoy it when you're creative."

[thinkering]

"Explain?"

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Shrug. "It was just another way of saying 'anything goes.' Or, more generally, if you surprise me, it is very unlikely that will be a negative experience."

[thinkering]

"...How unlikely."

[mrglam]

"Quite unlikely. I'm not sure how to exemplify it. Erm. If the surprise is telling everyone about my power, maybe don't? But I think you have revealed considerable accuracy in tickling me that way. I trust in your judgment."

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"I'm not going to tell everyone about your power!" snorts Lorica.

What she is going to do, apparently, is roll on top of him and hold his arms down.

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...oooooh. He is quite helpless, isn't he.

[thinkering]

Helpless and kissed.

And that is when she says, "Hold still," and does her level best to get him to squirm.

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This. Is a game he enjoys very much. He makes that nonverbally clear. And he tries, how he tries, but he fails at holding still.

[thinkering]

"You moved," she points out.

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He does not respond in any way.

Well. Any voluntary way. He is quite still, considering.

[thinkering]

"Not moving doesn't mean not talking, incidentally," she says, trailing her fingertips up his ribcage. "If I want you quiet I'll be unambiguous about that."

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He can't suppress the shiver that her fingertips cause. "Noted," he says, and swallows.

[thinkering]

"What do you suppose I should do about your having moved when I told you not to? What is the point of telling you not to move, after all, if you then," she pinches him, "move."

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His body jolts a little when she pinches him, like an electrical current running through it. "I- don't know?" he says, swallowing again, an involuntary noise escaping his throat.

Also, there in the corner of Lorica's field of view, there are a few objects that hadn't been there before. Unobtrusive, not exactly necessary, but, you know. If she'd like to use them, perhaps, they're there.