[He shook his head fondly and drained the rest of the bowl. It left him in a delightfully warm, buzzy sort of feeling right down to his toes. Kanji curiously looked the bowl over before he set it away.]
Hmh... whole lotta mirin in the stock, I think. Heads up. It feels like it's hitting. Tasty, though!
[He neatly divvied it up, but found what she'd said to be curious as he handed her a plate and chopsticks.]
Get drunk enough and you're feelin' loose enough to try anything, y'think? Maybe that's why the prismals are so... like they are, but I don't usually smell alcohol on 'em. Mostly.
No... not that. I'm wondering if how genuine the feeling are affects Chroma production. Love and lust are two separate feelings after all... similarly, a want to do it versus a need to do it wouldn't make for a good experience either.
[He sighed, a wordless agreement. He wasn't sure if he should pity the prismals, but he knew he no longer felt anger toward them. They fed him, gave him a roof over their heads, opened their city to him... if only the world could be opened further.
But three bites into his fish, Kanji paused. Mildly distracted, he had a faraway look as those gears were turning...]
[He shouldered it off and made short work of it. He usually got hot pretty easily, so it was likely finally feeling the after-effects of a quickie and being kind of caught.
But Kanji soon sighed and tugged the collar of his shirt.]
[She was confused. What suddenly had him overheated? Or perhaps the mirin was stronger than he anticipated? And if that was the case then oh no, she should stop eating the soup... but it might be too little too late.]
[Setting it down, the picked up a little fish.]
I can check.
[Or was it the fish? Something about that bite seemed off...]
[It was like one of those fabled hot flashes, right? But he wasn't that old, not by a long shot! As he fanned his shirt to get some cool air, he noticed that the feel of his shirt against his skin was... wonderful.
It was almost like he was...]
The... the food.
[Of course. Of course it was the fucking food! PRISMALS!]
[In the soup could be covered up by the mirin, but everything else? Not so easily since the dishes required more mild or subtle seasonings!]
[Standing up quickly, she tensed. A heat she had been ignoring in her gut bloomed and what contents from their engagement before that she could clean shifted.]
You're tellin' me...! I think our normal-date to prismals-messed-with-us ratio's off-balance. W-we gotta just grab tea sometime or somethin'...!
[Yeah, tea. Like the kind they had in the morning, wisps of steam rising off the surface. He recalled a mug raised to Naoto's lips, a quiet sip, the aroma mingling with the scent of the detective fresh out of a morning shower.
With a groan, cursing his hormone-ridden mind and far too much detail, he turned and hooked an arm around her, one hand smoothing beneath her shirt and up along her stomach.]
N-naoto...
[He paused when he pulled in close, realized his mistake, and pressed his lips feverishly against hers. Prismals, too goddamned dangerous...]
[... tea. She sat there, staring at him. If everything else was spiked, why would he think the tea would be remotely safe?]
[And yet, seeing him be the first one overtaken by his arousal? A nice turnaround for once. Lowering her hands, she let herself lean into Kanji when his arm wrapped around her, shuddering to feel his palm against her stomach.]
[She said nothing, accepting his kiss, and mentally sighing before the aphrodisiacs completely halted her rational thought - they might as well get through his together.]
[His thoughts were only smoke, dissipating into nothing but need as his hand moved up to cup a breast, thumb swept over the nipple. Perhaps just before they were caught, but now he was beyond certain the prismals had no further business of the two of them, satisfied that they have 'enhanced' their evening.
Yet despite the mockery, Kanji was in the thick of it, kissing her like he was making up for lost time. To break the kiss meant tipping his head and moving in again, gentler, warmer, his heart pounding in his chest.]
[Though she shivered at the brief feeling of cold air, moonlacing more than made up for the lacking warmth, her back arching to his hand. She, in turn, raised her arms to wrap them once more around his neck and hold him there, hands reaching to his back to 'pull'.]
[Why were they still sitting up? And why the hell were his clothes still on? She snuck a quick breath when his lips pulled away, but was back at it along with him, her leg brushing against his.]
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Quite. If only you could see yourself when you become flustered.
[Which means she would have to sneak a photo.]
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Y-you too, y'know...! You've got me beat, for sure!
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[Like, right now. She even took the photo fast enough to show him hiding behind his bowl and completely flustered.]
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[He lowered the bowl and chuckled.]
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[But he doesn't have to worry. This photo was for her.]
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Hmh... whole lotta mirin in the stock, I think. Heads up. It feels like it's hitting. Tasty, though!
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[She trailed, not saying because they had already done that... ahem.]
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[He took up chopsticks and a couple of plates.]
Fish time. S'good for keepin' alcohol at bay. I'll split it.
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[People were actually in love here, right? Not just in love with the idea of love? It was a concerning thought.]
... Yes, please.
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Get drunk enough and you're feelin' loose enough to try anything, y'think? Maybe that's why the prismals are so... like they are, but I don't usually smell alcohol on 'em. Mostly.
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[He brought a hand to his chin.]
So it's less a lifestyle and more a kinda indulging thing just to make Chroma?
It makes me feel more sorry for 'em than I already do. Doin' it's so... personal. Turn it into a chore, and it just...
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It loses the weight. It's similar to how violence over saturates our own world; it's terrible, but normal... expected despite attempted restraint.
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But three bites into his fish, Kanji paused. Mildly distracted, he had a faraway look as those gears were turning...]
Man, is it ...s'it hot in here?
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It doesn't feel like it. Perhaps you should remove your jacket?
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[He shouldered it off and made short work of it. He usually got hot pretty easily, so it was likely finally feeling the after-effects of a quickie and being kind of caught.
But Kanji soon sighed and tugged the collar of his shirt.]
Y-ya think there's a thermostat for this place?
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[Setting it down, the picked up a little fish.]
I can check.
[Or was it the fish? Something about that bite seemed off...]
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It was almost like he was...]
The... the food.
[Of course. Of course it was the fucking food! PRISMALS!]
Damn it, I think they... s-spiked the food...!
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[In the soup could be covered up by the mirin, but everything else? Not so easily since the dishes required more mild or subtle seasonings!]
[Standing up quickly, she tensed. A heat she had been ignoring in her gut bloomed and what contents from their engagement before that she could clean shifted.]
T-This wasn't in the advertisement...!
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[He scowled, and scrambled for his fly.]
Son of a bitch! I thought they were done with this shit! Rrgh...
[One second, as he moved his jacket to cover himself as he tried a little shift to handle this hardon.]
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Why can't any of my date plans be normal?
[Sitting down next to Kanji, she rubbed her face, trying to ignore the all too familiar heat rising further.]
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[Yeah, tea. Like the kind they had in the morning, wisps of steam rising off the surface. He recalled a mug raised to Naoto's lips, a quiet sip, the aroma mingling with the scent of the detective fresh out of a morning shower.
With a groan, cursing his hormone-ridden mind and far too much detail, he turned and hooked an arm around her, one hand smoothing beneath her shirt and up along her stomach.]
N-naoto...
[He paused when he pulled in close, realized his mistake, and pressed his lips feverishly against hers. Prismals, too goddamned dangerous...]
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[... tea. She sat there, staring at him. If everything else was spiked, why would he think the tea would be remotely safe?]
[And yet, seeing him be the first one overtaken by his arousal? A nice turnaround for once. Lowering her hands, she let herself lean into Kanji when his arm wrapped around her, shuddering to feel his palm against her stomach.]
[She said nothing, accepting his kiss, and mentally sighing before the aphrodisiacs completely halted her rational thought - they might as well get through his together.]
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Yet despite the mockery, Kanji was in the thick of it, kissing her like he was making up for lost time. To break the kiss meant tipping his head and moving in again, gentler, warmer, his heart pounding in his chest.]
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[Why were they still sitting up? And why the hell were his clothes still on? She snuck a quick breath when his lips pulled away, but was back at it along with him, her leg brushing against his.]
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