( does anyone even win at this game? is it a game that can be won? sylus is trying not to think so deeply about it, because otherwise he'd grow bored and not participate. and where's the fun in that, really?
when she comes closer, he gets a better scenting of the oils; it's not bad. he could probably pick out a couple if he really concentrated, but he's leaving the decision-making up to her. she knows more about this than he does. this is a first for him, getting a massage. it's almost a little strange, if he's honest. after going so long without a touch that wasn't violent ( boxing ), and to be put in such a situation—
well, it's just new, is all.
he lets out a breath and attempts to find some measure of relaxation. a repetitive hobby? cleaning guns probably isn't what she means, but it's the first thing that pops into his mind that brings him some measure of relaxing. a soft breath is exhaled as she begins to knead at his back. )
Can't say I make it to the beach that much to imagine what that sounds like.
Then don't worry abut it. I was simply giving a few examples to help.
[Whatever works. It's not like she's here to judge. Her focus and her goal is to provide a service that out-performs what the original expectation had been.
Once Rin determines that the heated towel is no longer of any use, she folds it and tosses it over her own shoulder. After a small adjustment it drapes over her neck so it doesn't slide off with what she's about to do. A little bit of the scented oil is placed in the palm of her hand, and following that she rubs both of her palms together. This warms the oil and evenly distributes it so that a huge glob isn't simply dropped on his back. From there Tohsaka leans forward. Her lubricated palms rest just below the base of his neck where it meets his shoulders.
In slow, circular motions Rin begins working out his muscle. Her touch is light at first. Simply moving the muscle to get a feel for its placement and if he holds any tension or knots at his shoulder and upper back area. From his spine she fans outward to the curve of Sylus' shoulders and spreading down over the shoulder blades. Once a bit of the oil is everywhere to provide an easy glide, Rin begins adding more pressure. As a martial artist who practices bajiquan she has enough power in her arms to provide deep stimulation to his muscles.]
If anything hurts or you have an area you believe needs more focus, tell me. I won't do something if it's not being done right.
Why would I want them to? Strangers and random acquaintances don't need to know things about me. Even with that knowledge, people will judge you regardless, so I see no reason to give anyone a weapon.
that's probably fair, but i kind of feel like learning things about each other is the sort of things that makes people stop being strangers and random acquaintances in the first place.
( part of him feels really foolish for seeking out something like this. logically, he knows it's not a big deal and no one's paying any mind to him or the things he says. yet, it always irks him to show any kind of vulnerability, no matter how masked it is. and, in spite of telling himself not to, getting attached to people is always a vulnerability.
especially when they can leave at any given time.
especially in some place that is weak to the whims of their bullshit benefactors.
especially to someone like sylus who is pretty much just meant to suffer a doomed narrative of never fully being with the person he cares for.
it was stupid of him to catch even the smallest spark of feelings. he doesn't regret it, no, but he isn't feeling very favorable toward this place ( especially after seeing her statue, just blankly standing there, like a rancid taunt ). there's only so much aggression he can take out on a punching bag that doesn't fight back. it isn't satisfying. unfortunately, he yearns to give into the baser instinct to bare-knuckle with someone until he can't think about what any of this means.
he doesn't know the person he's meeting, doesn't now if the username is a name or description. doesn't really care, either. so long as they can offer him a good fight, that's all he cares about. he arrives a bit early to wrap his hands and warm up and once he's done he climbs into one of the boxing rings and sits, his arms draped over one of the ropes while he waits. )
[Meanwhile Rude hasn't hasn't had anyone to spar with outside the people he knew before arrival--and he's already fought with them as many times as they'll humor him. And since he's not particularly social, it was a good thing that he decided to look at the network that day.
He arrives exactly on time, unzipping his hoodie as he approaches the ring. Sylus is easy to recognize from his photo, and looks to be in good shape. He's hoping the fight won't be too one-side, but he is capable of holding back to match his opponents skill level if absolutely necessary.]
I hope you weren't waiting for long.
[He tosses his hoodie onto a bench outside the ring, also taking off his glasses before making his way up into the ring to stretch a bit. Rude wears a simple sleeveless shirt and black joggers, not wanting to look entirely like a corporate hitman in his usual black suit and tie. For today he's just a guy looking to work up a sweat.]
Maybe some ground rules first? For me, don't hit me in the balls, and if you tap I'll let go. What about you?
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β rin
( does anyone even win at this game? is it a game that can be won? sylus is trying not to think so deeply about it, because otherwise he'd grow bored and not participate. and where's the fun in that, really?
when she comes closer, he gets a better scenting of the oils; it's not bad. he could probably pick out a couple if he really concentrated, but he's leaving the decision-making up to her. she knows more about this than he does. this is a first for him, getting a massage. it's almost a little strange, if he's honest. after going so long without a touch that wasn't violent ( boxing ), and to be put in such a situation—
well, it's just new, is all.
he lets out a breath and attempts to find some measure of relaxation. a repetitive hobby? cleaning guns probably isn't what she means, but it's the first thing that pops into his mind that brings him some measure of relaxing. a soft breath is exhaled as she begins to knead at his back. )
Can't say I make it to the beach that much to imagine what that sounds like.
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[Whatever works. It's not like she's here to judge. Her focus and her goal is to provide a service that out-performs what the original expectation had been.
Once Rin determines that the heated towel is no longer of any use, she folds it and tosses it over her own shoulder. After a small adjustment it drapes over her neck so it doesn't slide off with what she's about to do. A little bit of the scented oil is placed in the palm of her hand, and following that she rubs both of her palms together. This warms the oil and evenly distributes it so that a huge glob isn't simply dropped on his back. From there Tohsaka leans forward. Her lubricated palms rest just below the base of his neck where it meets his shoulders.
In slow, circular motions Rin begins working out his muscle. Her touch is light at first. Simply moving the muscle to get a feel for its placement and if he holds any tension or knots at his shoulder and upper back area. From his spine she fans outward to the curve of Sylus' shoulders and spreading down over the shoulder blades. Once a bit of the oil is everywhere to provide an easy glide, Rin begins adding more pressure. As a martial artist who practices bajiquan she has enough power in her arms to provide deep stimulation to his muscles.]
If anything hurts or you have an area you believe needs more focus, tell me. I won't do something if it's not being done right.
β tifa
And if I wish they knew nothing at all? Would that count as an answer?
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only if you elaborated a little. why wouldn't you want anyone to know anything?
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β rokurou
In the meantime, then: truth or dare?
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β rude
especially when they can leave at any given time.
especially in some place that is weak to the whims of their bullshit benefactors.
especially to someone like sylus who is pretty much just meant to suffer a doomed narrative of never fully being with the person he cares for.
it was stupid of him to catch even the smallest spark of feelings. he doesn't regret it, no, but he isn't feeling very favorable toward this place ( especially after seeing her statue, just blankly standing there, like a rancid taunt ). there's only so much aggression he can take out on a punching bag that doesn't fight back. it isn't satisfying. unfortunately, he yearns to give into the baser instinct to bare-knuckle with someone until he can't think about what any of this means.
he doesn't know the person he's meeting, doesn't now if the username is a name or description. doesn't really care, either. so long as they can offer him a good fight, that's all he cares about. he arrives a bit early to wrap his hands and warm up and once he's done he climbs into one of the boxing rings and sits, his arms draped over one of the ropes while he waits. )
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He arrives exactly on time, unzipping his hoodie as he approaches the ring. Sylus is easy to recognize from his photo, and looks to be in good shape. He's hoping the fight won't be too one-side, but he is capable of holding back to match his opponents skill level if absolutely necessary.]
I hope you weren't waiting for long.
[He tosses his hoodie onto a bench outside the ring, also taking off his glasses before making his way up into the ring to stretch a bit. Rude wears a simple sleeveless shirt and black joggers, not wanting to look entirely like a corporate hitman in his usual black suit and tie. For today he's just a guy looking to work up a sweat.]
Maybe some ground rules first? For me, don't hit me in the balls, and if you tap I'll let go. What about you?