uncurtained | pc catchall for junpei (crashout)

[He shakes his head.]

Don't worry about it right now? It's...probably nothing. [But she pulls back and it gives him a moment to do so as well, shifting to slip out of his own shirt. Unbeknownst to him, there's a small scrawl of letters written right along his side across his ribs. They're a little hard to see under his arm though.]

[She seems uncertain, but she doesn't protest again. Instead, she shifts so she's laying on her back, reaching down to start taking her jeans off.

Despite that, though, she's glancing at his ribs to see if she can get a better look at what's written there as he moves.]

[Down she goes and he's up to make pants-removal easier. It means his arms are stretching to balance himself and he bends down to kiss her again. It also means that the letters are much easier to read now that his arm's moved.

Betrayal in the AB Game.

He's also trying to balance himself enough to use one hand to slip under her back and unclasp her bra which means he's 100% distracted from noticing she can see everything.]

[She sees it, but she doesn't comment on it; it occurs to her fairly quickly that it must have something to do with what he said about her having a tattoo, and part of her wants to look and sees what hers says, but...

Instead, she finishes unbuttoning her jeans, pulling them off her legs and using her free hands to come up and settle on his neck. Softly, murmured against his lips:]

Junpei...

[He's not sure what it is. He's not sure if it's the way she looks under him or how this place is getting to him or the stress of everything or if it's really as simple as the way she says his name. He doesn't comment on it, giving her another kiss before he's using his knees to stay steady. His own hands move to finish what she started, fingers fumbling with the buckle of his belt and vaguely cursing his stupid jeans for being as tight as they are.

Whatever. Maybe now isn't the time to add another problem to his list, and instead of pressing her about those words or even commenting on it, he's settling back down once he's stripped down to his own underwear.]

Tell me where to go from here. I've been told I'm a fast learner. [There's another flash of a grin, and he barely gives her time to answer before he catches her lips in a kiss, one hand sneaking between them and back over her hips. The only thing that currently matters right now is what comes next.]

[Well.

Breathing deeply, she scoots over enough that he has ample room on the bed next to her. It's only when she hears the ping that she looks over at him, curious, even though she doesn't say anything just yet.]

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[To his credit, he doesn't bolt. He doesn't really know what to think, mind pleasantly blank for a few short seconds before the ping of his clamshell draws his attention. The device is in the pocket of his jeans, and it's on the floor, which means he's not grabbing it right now.

Instead he's just...staring at the ceiling. He looks like he wants to say something, but he's pretty sure he'd fuck it up, so he stays quiet even as he sneaks a glance at her. Hello.]

[After a few moments, keeping her tone light:]

...Gotta admit, I'm a little bit curious.

[...there's a sigh.]

And I'm going to remind you that you're a very smart woman.

Carlos, huh?

[He thinks about denying it again, but...well. They're already this far, so.]

I didn't sleep with him, I just asked to suck his dick to do some research. [....maybe he should phrase it better.]

[Hm.]

...I'm not here to judge.

[INTERNAL SCREAMING.]

Not. Like that. [He brings a fist to his forehead to just regain his bearings.] ...I heard about the app from a couple of different people, but I wanted to see for myself how it worked and what it could do. So...I asked Carlos to help me because he was the only person I could think of at the time.

...and then he kinda died in a demonic ritual later that night so. Probably not my greatest idea.

[Congrats for unlocking: survivor's guilt!]

...Hey.

[She twists a little so she's on her side, propping herself up on her elbow to look at him more easily.]

You know that wasn't your fault, right?

[He drops his hand to turn and face her.]

Yeah. Mostly. [...] You don't think he would've been able to avoid the gift shop if he didn't earn a token? [Just. Plaintively stated.]

[A little bit more firmly:]

You couldn't have known what would happen, so that still isn't your fault. It's Polly's fault, not yours.

I know. I know, I know. [There's an unhappy sigh and he frowns to himself.] ...at least he's still...somewhere. So that's better than usual.

[He feels like this has ruined the mood though, so there's a moment before he leans forward to press a kiss to her cheek.]

...thanks.

[She offers him a smile.]

You've been through a lot, but - we'll make sure we see him again. [...] Can I ask you something, though?

[He shifts to lay on his own arm, still keeping his eyes on her.]

Considering I kinda lied to you before this, I owe you one. What is it?

[She waves a hand.]

You still would have had to do it this week, anyways. So... [Hm.] What's the AB game?

Yeah, well, I was kinda hoping not to ruin my chances at an encore later. [Teasing. Smile, Beck. But then she asks the questions and...naturally, his face crinkles up uncertainly.]

--what?

You haven't.

[ :) ]

Sorry, I wasn't trying to pry or anything, just... Um, on your rib cage, it mentioned - something about the AB game.

[Well he might if he keeps talking, truthfully.]

My--what? [Give him a second, he's sitting up and lifting his arm to take a look. Hm. Concern.]

...it's...just something from the Decision Game. Not really a puzzle, but a choice.

...You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.

Depends. Are you going to want to talk about why you've been lying about your dad? [A trade for a trade, he thinks. And maybe they can figure out what the hell these mean.]

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